Chapter 15
All she knew was that she needed more. Of him. That was where her thoughts started and stopped.
He was huge, and she was deliciously stretched with his beautiful cock.
She screamed as the orgasm railed through her like a freight train, and he hadn’t even started moving yet. Her limbs flailed, and her fingers gripped the covers as her hips bucked upward.
And then … she shattered when he pulled out and began to thrust.
Holy. Mother. Of …
Windsor saw bursts of light and screamed over and over and cried out for God because she might not survive this one.
She lost track of time, where her body started and his ended, and her own name. All she wanted … all she needed … was Bo and the mindless pleasure swamping her senses and driving her beyond rapture into full-blown ecstasy.
He took her up and up again, wringing climax after climax from her until she was limp—and he kept going, taking her beyond the limits of any pinnacle she had known before.
“Oh my God,” she screamed, uncaring if they heard her in the next county.
Wave after wave of mind-shattering bliss washed through her until she heard herself laughing and screaming, all at once.
And still … he kept going.
Bo lost count of how many times she came. All he knew was he wouldn’t stop until he saw that she couldn’t take another moment of pleasure. When she screamed and laughed and her body went limp one more time, he saw it. And he let himself go. With a roar like a hurricane, he poured into her.