Hammer's Fall (The Breakers' Bad Boys)(33)

The sound of her scream rang out into the stillness. Every time he took her felt like the first. He knew he was big and usually struggled to hold still to let her body get used him, but right now he couldn’t hold back. He let out a vicious curse as he began pounding into her, jerking his hips in uncontrolled thrusts. “Shit, your tight pussy fights me every time.”

“I’m fine. Don’t hold back. I need you, Jared.”

His hand curled around her shoulder while the other wrapped around her waist, securing her in place as he began surging inside of her with more force. He felt like a fucking animal leaning over her so he covered her back and hated himself for loving the way he could control her smaller body beneath him in this position. Blood roared in his ears as he pistoned his hips harder. He knew he was close, but he wanted something more. He had gotten addicted to watching Kali’s eyes glaze as he spilled himself inside her and he needed that now.

Pulling out of her, he jerked her to her feet, then sat her back down on the seat. He tore off one of her shoes, freeing one of her legs from her jeans so he could spread her legs wide, jerking them around his hips as he pushed back inside her. Gripping the back of her neck to help hold her in position, he fucked his cock back into her pussy as her hands gripped at his sweatshirt. She cried out his name over and over again, saying it like a mantra as he pounded himself inside her, harder and faster.

“Naughty fairies get fucked hard for teasing me,” he growled.

“Just one fairy,” she panted, her brilliant green eyes burning with passion. “Only me.”

“Only you.”

He lowered his hand between their joined bodies and began rubbing her clit as his hips pumped furiously. “Ah, God, Kali. I’m coming. I can’t hold on. Come with me. Come with me now.”

He pinched her clit and made her scream his name as she came again, her body clenching so tight around his thick cock that he couldn’t move. He groaned as he watched her eyes go opaque, loving the way she lost herself in the passion he gave her. He’d never seen anything as beautiful as Kali in the throes of climax, and just the sight of it pushed him over the edge so his cock erupted, filling her with pulse after pulse of his seed.





Chapter Seven



Kalista looked up at the night sky, admiring the glittering starlight as she sat on Jared’s back patio. The land dropped down beyond the massive stone patio, making it seem like the sea was right outside the back door, almost like his house was in a world all its own. She loved how the gentle sound of the waves mixed with the blues music Jared had playing on the outdoor speakers from the sound system he had installed in every room of the house.

Boys and their toys.

Contentment filled her as she snuggled back into the comfortable pillows on the wicker chair that was in front of a large fire pit that helped chase away the chill in the air. She smiled to herself as she thought back over the last few hours, and knew she was blushing at her own daring. The evening had turned out to be more than she had hoped for. Jared had welcomed her into his home, not that she had gotten a chance to see much of it until he’d made love to her again.

After they had both come down from the intensity of their release in the picnic area, they had gotten redressed without saying a word. The silence had unnerved her, making her feel self-conscious about seducing him in such a public place, but then he had kissed her hard and told her once wasn’t enough.

“Get your sweet ass back on this bike. The next time I fuck you it’s gonna be in my bed.”

She’d been smiling as they got back on the road, eager to get to his house. He had driven them toward the coast, and the first sight of Jared’s house on the beach had taken her breath away. It was a masterpiece of stone and glass, with two tiers of balconies and glass windows that looked out over the water.

She wasn’t given much time to admire the view, though. Once he pulled the motorcycle into his driveway and turned it off, he had grabbed her hand, pulling her with him to the front door. He’d shoved the key into the door then dragged her inside.

They hadn’t made it to the bed.

Jared had taken her on the couch, making love to her with a desperate passion that both thrilled and soothed a part of her soul that had been worried he had been getting bored with her. He was a famous fighter, used to scores of beautiful women throwing themselves at him all the time. How could a little baker keep his interest? She had struggled to push her self-doubt aside, reveling in the freedom of touching his body as thoroughly as he touched her.

When they were done, he had amazed her by taking her up to his bedroom to show her the clothes he had ordered for her. The master suite was huge, with sage colored walls and dark mahogany furniture and an enormous bed that took up the majority of the room. He had opened two drawers of his dresser, showing her the various clothing he had gotten from his sponsor, which was a good thing since he had torn the shirt she had been wearing. At the rate they were going, she was going to have to go shopping for a whole new wardrobe, not that she minded.