Thrust: Bad Boy Racing Romance (Fastlane Series Book 2) by Sloan Storm Read Free Book Online Page B

breath, comfort… sanity. I grimaced, biting my lip hard while Marco impaled me. He released his grasp on my forearms. I stretched them straight, folding them across each other at the wrist like they were bound together by an imaginary rope. He tipped forward at the waist, changing the angle of his body and the ferocity of his strokes.
    “Marco!” I screamed, lifting my head off the counter. My body rippled with shocks. “Ahhh! Oh God!”
    Marco bunched the fabric of my dress up in his fists, grinding his pelvis hard against mine. He held me in place, pinning me like an animal. And then, without changing the pace of his thrusting, he let go, holding me with only one hand. I rolled my head to one side, delirium overtaking me. Within seconds, I felt the pad of his thumb press into my clit. I cried out, throwing my head back and pressing into the hardness of the marble underneath. Marco touched me like a man who knew exactly how to get what he wanted. While he clutched my dress hard in one hand, I rocked my hips back and forth, causing my toes to curl in anticipation.
    Each insertion and withdrawal lengthened, lingering to a point where he’d almost withdrawn, only to drive his full length inside once again. I wiggled underneath him, squirming in ecstasy while he made steady, circular movements on my clit. In that moment, he owned me, and there was nothing I could do, or wanted to do, to stop it. I was on the verge, and there was no turning back. Great swells of climax whirled inside of me like a gathering storm, building from the center of my body and radiating out, sending tingles to every part of my body. I’d never felt so alive, so completely ready to give in to my urge for release.
    Marco rocked above me, flexing and bending his lean torso with each stroke. My eyes opened and closed at random intervals, flashes of white streaking across my mind. The shadow of him above, claiming me, passed in and out of my awareness. It wasn’t much longer, however when the need for what I'd craved came ripping to the surface. I began to puff steady breaths, my belly rising and falling with the expectancy of release. Licking my lips, I lifted my head a bit.
    “Mmm, hmm,” I chanted, looking between my legs at him. “Mmm, hmm, mmm, hmm… Oh God, fuck me, yes!”
    Just then, Marco looked at me. Our eyes locked and I lost it.
    “Oh Marco, I-I… I!!!”
    My body seized, fusing like a single locked muscle, but at the very same instant, Marco pulled out and stepped away. It felt like he’d sucked the life from me, bringing me to the brink, only to leave me there… desperate, and quivering.
    “Wha…” I moaned, struggling for words. “Why did you…”
    A light chuckle came from him. “Shhh…”
    Marco released his hold on me and dragged his fingertips lightly across my belly, making small circles. His cruel restraint caused my body to quake further. Dangling at the precipice, I felt my confusion gave way to frustration. I swallowed, smacking my lips.
    “What? What do you mean ‘shhh’? Do you know how…?”
    But before I uttered another syllable, Marco dropped to his knees and swallowed me whole. My eyes rolled back in my head. I banged it against the hard marble. The first pass of his tongue sent me reeling. Marco resumed his treatment of my clit, thumbing it with a new abandon. At the same time, he lavished my folds with a relentless series of tongue strokes sending me into a fit of gyrations.
    In the span of a minute, I’d gone from peak to valley and right back again. I only hoped he wouldn’t be as cruel the second time around. I decided not to chance it. Reaching between my legs, I thrust my hands into his hair, vowing to rip it from his scalp if he dared stop. Grinding my hips into his mouth, I started to buck beneath him. But unlike before, Marco made no effort to quit.
    In fact, it was the opposite. He sped up each lick of his tongue and flick of his thumb against my clit. I felt every muscle in my body flex