“I’ll take my spite fuck on top, then you can have your revenge fuck.”
He chuffed out a laugh. “What the hell is that?”
“You get to take out your revenge on me for arresting you and putting you through hell.”
“Then, I’m gonna get alotof revenge fucks for a long, long time,” he replied.
* * *
Emerson was flying high for the first time in months. Tonight, she was giving herself permission to let go, just this once. Her job was stressful and she’d been struggling with her brother’s death. The sexy, angry beast in her bed was the perfect distraction, even if just for a few hours.
Nudging Stryker back, she straddled him. While peering into his bedroom eyes, she stroked his erection, his cock sheathed beneath the condom.
“You are so damn beautiful.” His sexy-as-hell smile sent streams of energy flowing through her. “With a rockin-hot body that I cannot keep my hands off.”
“This is a spite fuck, Stryker.” She lifted off him and positioned him at her opening. “We don’t get along. You can’t stand me. Stop with the compliments.” With a glint in her eyes, she lowered herself onto him.
Moaning through the penetration, she shuddered in a deep breath. “So good.”
When he was nestled deep inside her, she gazed into his eyes and began moving. The intense pleasure had her eyes closing, but she forced them to stay open so she could appreciate his face, the lust in his bedroom eyes. His sexy moans sent jolts of energy racing through her.
This man was the ultimate fuck. He was easy on the eyes, smart as hell, and talented in the sack. For one glorious night, he was hers. No promises, no expectations, no lies.
As the pleasure spread through her, she leaned down and kissed him. He wrapped her in his strong arms and stroked her back. So much intensity and tenderness in his touch. It was hard to process all that pleasure.
Their tongues tangled lazily, at first, then she pressed harder and he reciprocated. The faster she glided, the more ravenous their kisses became. Pushing up, she rode him hard, for her own gratification.
And then, she raised her arms in the air and fucked the hell out of him. He pawed at her tits, squeezing and tweaking her nipples. The quick stabs of pain rocketed her higher, the euphoria stealing her breath. She gasped for air as the torrent of arousal took her to the edge of ecstasy.
He massaged her clit and she lost control, the exhilaration overpowering and unrelenting.
“You’re fucking me so good,” he bit out. “You’re gonna suck me dry, again.”
The orgasm started deep inside and rolled through her. “I’m coming,” she cried out between gasps. “Oh, yes, yes.” The endorphins shattered her, her pussy tightening around him while he ground out his orgasm in a series of throaty groans.
“Fuck, Emerson, you’re taking me.”
Their kisses were wild and greedy. Their husky, satisfying moans filled the night while she floated on a silver cloud somewhere in the stratosphere. Stryker Truman did it for her. But their being together was circumstantial. Nothing more.
As she started to move off him, he asked, “Where are you going?”
“This is a spite fuck, not a snuggle fest.”
He released a relaxed laugh. “Lay on me.”
In truth, she didn’t want to disconnect, but she was keeping it real. If he wanted to stay in fantasy fuckland for a little longer, she was cool with that.
She lay on him and he blanketed her back with his massive arms. Warmth flooded her. “That was fun.”
“At the very least,” he murmured. “You’re trouble, Easton.”
She lifted her face and stared into his eyes “This is a one-night thing. We both had a good time. Going forward, it’s business as usual.”
“Killjoy.”
“You need a break or you ready to have your way with me?” she asked.
“You’re insatiable.”