Catch Me If You Can

Summer Col sprints through the house with Danny Steele on her heels, breathing hard and grinning like she knows he will win. When he finally snags her, she drops to her knees without a fight and yanks his zipper down. What spills out makes him curse under his breath—exactly the kind of meat that deserves that pretty mouth. Summer doesn’t tease. She just swallows him whole, spit already slicking her chin while she gags and slurps like a champ. Danny’s hand knots in her hair and the wet, messy noises echo down the hall. Then the tease ends. He spins her over the nearest couch, yanks her ass up, and drives into her so hard the frame creaks. Every inch disappears to the balls and bounces right back out with loud, nasty slaps. He’s long-stroking her, pulling all the way out to spit on her hole before slamming back in, hips snapping. Summer gasps filthy little one-word answers every time his hips crack against her—yes, fuck, more. The house keeps ringing with the rhythm of skin on skin and the game none of them wants to end.