Page 87 of Covert Mission

We breathe at each other, my cock throbbing inside her, as what I just said hangs between us.

I’ve never before uttered the wordalwayswhile my cock was buried inside a woman. I’m not going to lie to myself and pretend it was an accident.

I meant every syllable. I will catch her. I’ll protect her. I’ll—dammit.

Now is not the time for that kind of thinking.Neveris the time for that kind of thinking.

I lean down and brush my lips over hers. “Now, I want you to chase it.”

She shudders, her eyes blink slowly, then she shifts and moves her hips against me, drawing me even deeper. “My beast—you’re so thick.”

“Made for each other. God, beautiful, you have no idea how good it feels to have you squeezing around me.”

Her breathing speeds. “I need…you.”

I find her clit, stroke it, then pinch it between my thumb and fingertip.

Her moan goes shrill. She shudders, her heels dig into my back.

“That’s it, get yourself off on my dick.”

She works me over until I’m panting and her eyes are aglow with lust.

God, I can’t believe one of us hasn’t gone over the deep end already.

With her shoulders pressed against the wall, her ass in my palm, I lean in and find the pulse-point on her neck with my mouth. My voice is raspy when I speak against her ear. “Want more?”

“Yes, give it to me.”

I hitch her legs higher on my waist, opening her more. When I thrust this time, she cries out.

Shit. I freeze and pull back so I can look down at her. “Too much?”

She bites her lip and shakes her head. “You better not hold back.”

I scrape my thumb over her cheek. “Camile,” I whisper.

My demise. I can see it coming.

My body takes over. I move roughly. Growling. Lunging against her. Groaning. Desperate.

It doesn’t take many more pounding strokes until I’m cursing. “Fuck, baby, you need to come with me.”

Camile suddenly goes taut. Her legs lock around my hips in a rough clench. The muscles of her thighs are trembling.

“Oh yeah, your pussy is squeezing the hell out of my cock.”

I pull back a few inches and rub the head of my dick over her g-spot. Hot liquid rushes over my cock and runs down my thighs.

Holy hell, she’s squirting.

Fuck, that’s hot.

Her moan goes on. Her eyes are wild and hot, feverish with pleasure.

I growl, take her mouth in a reckless kiss, and hammer her with unforgiving thrusts.

That’s when Camile truly unravels in my arms.