Slide(Boosted Hearts Book 3)(67)

Her head was swimming. Heart pounding, she clung tighter to him. He slammed deeper and her head dropped back.

Adam fisted her hair, making her look at him again. “I can’t walk away now,” he said. “It’s too damn late for that, not now, not now that I know how you taste, the sounds you make when I’m deep inside you. Dammit, Lucy, what have we done?”

She gasped from the torment in his voice, from the steadily building pleasure thrumming though her.

“Don’t run from me again, Lucy. Please don’t ever run from me again. Watching you leave on that bus, it nearly fucking killed me, knowing that I hurt you.” He cursed. “Promise me you won’t walk away again.”

There was a desperation to his voice she didn’t understand, couldn’t process, not when she started to clamp down on his cock, not when she was shaking so hard the only reason she hadn’t fallen to the floor in a puddle was Adam’s strong arms holding her upright.

He slammed deep, twisting his hips. “Promise me.”

“Yes. I Promise!” Then she screamed, clinging to his big body as her orgasm tore through her.

Adam grunted, grinding into her, pinning her down, fucking her through it. She felt him pulse deep inside her, and a shout burst past his lips as he came.





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Lucy woke to the sound of birds chirping. She blinked her eyes open, trying to clear her sleep-fuzzed brain.

The bed moved behind her. That’s when she became aware of the hard, warm flesh pressed up against her.

“You’re awake.”

Adam.

His voice wasn’t rough with sleep; it was rough with something else. He sounded alert, like he’d been lying beside her, waiting for her to wake up for a while.

“Looks that way.”

His erection sat against the crease of her ass and he pumped his hips, making her shiver. His arm was around her waist and he tugged her back so there was no space between their bodies, not that there’d been much in the first place, and pressed his mouth to her ear.

“I want you,” he rasped.

“Yeah, I kinda noticed.” A delicious shiver moved through her.

He trailed one rough-skinned hand down her thigh to her knee and lifted it, opening her wide, and slid his own forward, holding her open. That hand then kept on moving down between her legs and he cupped her, pressing his middle finger against her slit and pushing it deeper.

Lucy moaned and arched into him.

“You woke up ready for me, baby.” He slid that finger back and forth, making her gasp and squirm.

When he took his hand away a second later, she whimpered in protest, but the sound of foil tearing cut her off and instead had her humming with anticipation. He reached down between their bodies and rolled on the condom before his hand went back to her thigh, holding her wide for him.

“Ready?” he said, voice husky and sexy as hell.

She shuddered again. “Yes.”

He didn’t ease in. He slammed up inside her and she cried out.

“Fuck, Lucy,” Adam grated behind her. “So fucking tight and perfect. This pussy was made for me.”

His mouth went to the side of her neck and he kissed and sucked the sensitive skin as he powered into her from behind, holding her steady so she would absorb each bone-jarring thrust of his hips. His hand came around under her, curling around one of her breasts. Fisting the sheets in front of her, she used what movement she had to push back, to meet each brutal thrust.

“Please. God, please, Adam.”

“Please what?” He muttered against her ear. “You wanna come?”

She whimpered again. “Yes.”

“But I’m nowhere near finished fucking you yet. I’m not ready to leave your tight pussy, and we both know as soon as you start squeezing down on me you’ll take me with you.”

She tried to reach down to rub the tight bundle of nerves desperate for attention, but he grabbed her hand, holding it captive.

“Not yet,” he growled.

Then he fully let loose, fucking into her hard and fast like all his control had vanished and losing himself in her body was his whole world. He shoved her forward, half on her side, half on her belly, and powered into her over and over. Lucy was sweaty and shaking, right at the precipice but unable to go over. Every time she was about to come, he’d slow down and deny her.

“Adam,” she moaned, reaching back to grip his ass and grind, taking him as deep as he’d go on his next thrust. “Please.”

Adam cursed, pulled out suddenly, and rolled to his back. “Get on then, brat. Show me. Show me what you want, what you can’t wait for.”

Lucy didn’t wait for another invitation. She straddled his hips, gripped his painfully hard cock, and sat down on him, taking him all the way. They both groaned.