Then she began to ride.
Dakota planted her hands on his chest for leverage and lifted herself until just the tip remained inside her, before slamming back down. The pace was immediate and relentless.
Her breasts bounced with every forceful drop, nipples hard and begging for attention.
The wet, obscene sound of their bodies meeting filled the sunlit room—skin slapping against skin, her arousal coating his shaft and dripping down onto his balls with every thrust.
Kade's fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, guiding her movements as she rode him harder. "You really are something else," he growled, voice breaking as she ground her clit against his pelvis on every downstroke.
Dakota leaned forward, changing the angle so he hit even deeper inside her. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, brushing his chest as she kissed him messily, biting his lower lip. She was in complete control—hips rolling and snapping, riding him like she'd been starving for this all day.
