Stockman’s Stormcloud (Stockmen #3)

Twenty-nine

Sophie’s whole body froze as she held her breath, facing a naked and beautifully powerful, gorgeous god.

Grateful to be sitting on the side bench where she rode the incredible high he’d so effortlessly elicited from her. It was crazy to think this dark and dangerous man wanted her. And just her. It only made her desires deepen.

She wriggled to the edge of the side-bench, with one hand on the back of his neck, her other hand wrapped around his rock-hard length. It was so smooth and strong, like the sinfully beautiful man before her. His powerful hands gripped her thighs, his mouth parted as if to kiss her, while his beautiful cock grew impossibly harder in her hand.

The control she felt was mind-blowing. She wanted to see him come apart. To see his glorious chest rise and fall with ease, for those amazing lungs of his to work harder, for him to breathe just for her. ‘Are you ready?’

‘Are you?’

They both held their breath.

But it didn’t last long.

She sucked in her breath, and he hissed when his tip bumped against her slit, already wet and aching to be filled by him.

Using his thighs to widen her legs, he pushed into her, making her entire body spread and stretch for him, making it so good he left her breathless. That’s when those strong, magnificent, hardworking hands of his gripped her hips harder as he leaned in to sweep a kiss across her mouth .

She couldn’t get enough of the way he felt inside and out. He was heaven. Hot, hard, and thick—the man who was turning her into a bad girl.

He mumbled against her shoulder, tucking her against him as he thrust deep. His jaw locked as one of his hands cupped her thigh, and he groaned, burying himself inside until fully seated. It was the most sinfully sexy sound.

He wasn’t gentle, but he did go slow, setting a delicious pace of deep rhythmic thrusts that had her coming unglued in no time.

She couldn’t decide which part of his fabulous physique to touch or which part to hold on to as her entire body vibrated, with his muscles rippling under her palms. Especially when he was practically holding her, with her legs off the ground, her butt barely touching the bench. Oh, how he controlled her frame as they rocked together.

Dex was magnificent.

He pressed his fingers firmly against her bud while his dick stroked inside her and she imploded against him so hard her foot knocked against the table. His thighs and her body had the bench rattling, as her keys, pens, and purse vibrated off it, but Dex didn’t let up. His hips didn’t stop. And his fingers keep rolling until she orgasmed, and kept on coming, clenching against him in ways her muscles had never worked before. She bit against his collarbone to stop from crying out.

But then there was a deep growl, that started slow, but grew stronger, surrounding her.

It was Dex.

With his teeth grinding, he slammed into her, his breathing picked up, his body tensing. His hand cupped her face, pushing the hair out of her eyes to rub his thumb over her parted lips while his hips continued to grind. ‘Look at me, Sophie…’

Through her heavy eyelids, she peered up at him, she had no choice but to follow his commands.

‘There’s my sweet, sweet Sophie.’ One of his fingers dragged across her lips. Her tongue flicked out to wrap around it and pull it into her mouth.

His eyes were always dark, but they darkened more as that gloriously deep growl rose from his chest to vibrate against hers.

With eyes wide open, she sucked on his finger, while moaning and writhing against him, as the bench rocked beneath her.

She’d seen athletic men as part of her job, but she’d never been with a fighter, where that heightened level of toughness was in his genetics. There was nothing weak about him, or in his hungry eyes, and that sinfully perfect mouth was the prize.

She cupped his face, swapping his finger for his mouth, to hungrily kiss him, to breathe for each other even if her heart was stuttering and her body shook at the brutal force of his thrusts.

But it was the most incredible sensation, overwhelming every inch of her body, unleashing such a heavy thrum in her pelvis that built with every delicious stroke. He drove her higher and higher until she moaned and toppled over into another orgasm. As her limbs trembled uncontrollably, he shuddered against her as if to pour himself inside her body.

His breath strong, yet heaving for air, he pressed his forehead against hers, leaning into her. She couldn’t look away as their heavy exhales mingled as one. With a fine sheen of sweat covering their skins, they held each other’s bodies, having come together in the most intimate of ways possible.

Looking into his dark eyes, it felt like they saw her for who she was. She might not have much, yet he made her feel priceless.

In turn, she wanted nothing more than to please him, to give him everything, to make him happy. And for a man like that, it put her in a very dangerous place, leaving her soul and destiny, that was filled with desire, in the hands of a dangerous man like Dex.