Complicated by Claire Kent Read Free Book Online Page B

finger and
the thrill of such vulnerability made her want to feel him that way.
    “Can I try?” Greg pressed again on her back
passage when she wriggled on his cock. “You might like it.”
    “Um, okay.”
    Her heart was hammering wildly, but she
could already feel her orgasm swelling up from the slide of his erection inside
her. She reestablished her steady rhythm above him and tried not to think too
much about what his finger was doing at the moment.
    But she couldn’t help but feel it. Pressing
with gentle persistence against the tight barrier.
    Until the momentum of her motion and the
pressure of his finger loosened the clenched muscle and allowed him access.
    His finger was still slightly slick from her
juices, and it slid in fairly easily. She was so tight she could feel every
centimeter of the penetration, and her skin blazed with a resulting heat.
    “How’s that?” Greg’s voice was hoarse and
erotic as he guided her motion with his free hand and gently eased his finger
inside her.
    Completely inside her—where fingers
shouldn’t be.
    Victoria’s head fell back, and she couldn’t
keep her eyes open. She felt torn between the conflicting penetrations—both
intense, both sensuous, but utterly different. “God!”
    She was almost mortified by how incredibly
good it felt.
    “Is that good?” he asked.
    She could tell he was genuinely asking, but
she couldn’t seem to form any words. The growing pressure at her center was so
deep and intense she didn’t dare to open her mouth.
    “Baby, you need to tell me if you don’t like
it.” His finger pulled out about halfway, reducing the intimate stimulation.
    She couldn’t bear for it to end.
    “No!” she cried, levering her hips down in
an attempt to regain the penetration. “Don’t stop!”
    When she felt his finger slide back in, she
let out a little sob of relief, her fingernails clawing at his bare shoulders
with an instinctive need to feel as much of him as she could.
    “So you do like it?”
    “Yeah,” she huffed, accelerating her rhythm
as her orgasm demanded completion. “Yeah, yeah.”
    She kept her eyes closed too embarrassed by
her eagerness to look him in the eye.
    She’d never known she could want something
like this.
    Want it so much.
    “That’s right, baby,” Greg murmured in husky
encouragement. “Just like that.”
    “Uh-huh,” she grunted, her body tightening
as she bounced over him even more erratically.
    “Do you like to feel me inside you like
this?”
    He was inside her all the way—the thick
substance of his cock buried in her pussy and the penetration of his finger
rubbing against her most intimate passage. It was the most heady, intense, raw sensation
she could remember.
    She never wanted it to end and was afraid it
never would.
    “Uh-huh.” Her grunts were guttural and
animalistic, but she couldn’t keep herself from making them. Her climax built
up with torturous power but wouldn’t break.
    “You’re going to come so hard. Aren’t you?”
Greg’s free hand clenched around the soft flesh of her hip. “Fuck, Victoria,
you’re beautiful.”
    She made a sound like a strangled sob and
jerked over him as frantically as she could, her breasts jiggling against her
chest and her hair falling all over her face.
    “That’s right, baby. Let it go.”
    She wanted to. She was dying to. The erotic
momentum had turned into sensual torment. She needed to come. She was working
as hard as she could to chase her release—sweating now and blazing red, her
lungs burning from the effort.
    She released a few desperate sobs, her
fingernails gouging into the skin of his shoulders.
    “Look at me,” he demanded—his voice starting
to sound strained. “Open your eyes.”
    It took some effort, but she managed to pry
them open.
    She saw his damp, handsome face twisted with
concentration and exertion. His brown eyes were hot and primal, and his lips
pressed so tightly together they were almost white.
    His body was tight too. He