Forgetting Popper (Los Rancheros #3) by Brandace Morrow Read Free Book Online Page B

this?” He pushes his
length against me in emphasis of his words, as if I needed the
visceral image of how hard he was for me. His cock springs forth in
my mind, and I whimper against my will. It’s all the encouragement
he needs. “That’s a yes. I know your body, Sadie.”
    “I don’t like you right now,” I say, moving
my hips against his to get the most friction against my aching
core.
    Batty’s free hand comes up to my face, moving
my eyes to meet his. “You don’t have to like me right now, babe.
Let’s just do what we’re good at, huh?” he says so quietly I barely
hear him over the waves, but my eyes are mesmerized by his lips, so
I don’t miss a word. I barely nod before his mouth claims mine.
    Our tongues duel in the most beautiful fight,
my hand reaching for his head to pull him as close as possible.
From the very first moment, we’ve ignited like the most powerful
fireworks and tonight is no exception. When Batty curls his fingers
inside of me, I moan involuntarily into his mouth. I feel his smile
against my lips, forcing me to bite them in spite. The things he
does to me.
    He rocks me against him hard, creating the
perfect friction I need as his hips rise up to meet mine. He pushes
my shoulders back, then viciously yanks on the button of my jeans.
My lips part in a sigh. I know this Batty, the one who demands and
takes what he wants, the same thing as me. I can handle him.
    I stand, quickly shedding my jeans and
underwear. He pulls the caped shirt first from his body, which is
difficult since he’s sitting on his long material, then mine. As
his mouth fuses to my collarbone, I focus on his belt. I’m not
gentle and rip it from the loops harshly. The gleam in his eye
tells me he likes it as much as I do, our breathing erratic and
urgent.
    I palm his hard length with cool hands, his
intake of breath causing an uncharacteristic giggle to escape,
which Batty rears up to taste before it can dissolve. He holds me
with one hand, pulling me against him, rubbing me the way I need,
while the other reaches behind him to pull the wallet from his back
pocket.
    “Always prepared,” I whisper into his mouth,
his tongue caressing mine before he replies.
    “I’m Batman.”
    “You’re Batty,” I correct him quickly. I have
no illusions that I’m fucking a fictional character. I know it’s
flesh and blood beneath me. To prove my thought, I push him back
and dig my short nails into his tattooed chest. He groans in his
throat, his eyes on me the whole time he rolls the condom onto his
dick. The second he’s done, I’m rising, accepting him into my
body.
    We lock eyes, both of our mouths open and
gasping. It’s always like this with us. We ignite in a way I’ve
never experienced. My nerve endings shoot from my sex up through my
body, to my scalp and back down. My senses are immediately
heightened. The sound of the waves are muted to the faintest roar,
the sound of our bodies sliding together more prominent to my ears.
The fine hairs on my body stand on end in the faint breeze from the
ocean. I take a deep breath through my nose, smelling salt and the
distinct aroma that is Batty. His hands roam my body, up my torso,
then venture to tweak my hard nipples.
    I set a rhythm, undulating my body as he
watches, the heat in his gaze spurring me on. After he tortures my
breasts enough, Batty wraps his hands in my long hair, pulling me
into another kiss. I don’t relinquish my pace as I cover us in a
curtain of my hair, our mouths feeding from each other roughly.
    We breathe each other’s air as he starts to
pump from beneath me. We’ve always come together so seamlessly.
This part of us, there’s no misunderstanding. We are synced
together in the bliss of our bodies. He feels me tightening and
lets go of my hair to grip my hip, grinding me more forcibly
against him. “That’s right, baby. Come all over me,” he growls into
my mouth. He knows my cues. He knows what’s going to happen before
I realize