Prey (Copper Mesa Eagles Book 2) by Roxie Noir, Amelie Hunt

pushed it off, and then Katrina could feel his erection against her, hot and insistent. Her eyes slid to the right and there they were, in that full-length mirror, Zach’s hard muscles against her soft curves.
    He moved his arms around her and took her breasts in his hands, squeezing her nipples between his fingers until she gasped, watching everything in the mirror.
    “See how hot this is?” he whispered into her ear. “Think you could learn to like watching?”
    “Maybe,” Katrina said, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
    “I think you already like it,” he said. He slid one hand down to her hip and pressed himself against her, his fingers digging into her flesh. “I think you’re a lot dirtier than you let on.”
    I didn’t think I was until now , Katrina thought. His erection pressed into her again, and her ache grew.
    She wanted him, now .
    Still looking into the mirror, she leaned forward slowly until her hands were resting on the bed, her back arched, and Zach put one hand on her shoulder and the other on his cock, guiding it to her wet, waiting entrance.
    He pushed against her opening, then hesitated for a second and took a deep breath, sliding a hand around her hip.
    “Don’t block my view,” Katrina said. Her voice was low and husky, and she barely recognized it. “I want to watch you fuck me.”
    Zach’s face in the mirror was pure lust as he slid inside her with one hard motion, his hips coming flush with her ass as their eyes met in the mirror. Katrina felt like sparks showered all over her, Zach’s perfect thickness filling her completely, pressing on pleasure spots deep inside that she didn’t even know she had.
    She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the mirror or from Zach, all the muscles in his body tensing as he pulled out and then thrust inside her again, even deeper this time, burying himself completely.
    “ Oh ,” Katrina said, the small sound involuntary as her eyes slid shut with sheer pleasure, no matter that she desperately wanted to watch. Zach thrust again and this time Katrina rocked back to meet him.
    White spots melted across her vision and she opened her eyes again, looking in the mirror. Zach took her by the shoulders and lifted until she was nearly standing, held upright by his arms. Her back was arched and he was still inside her, thrusting deep.
    “Now I can whisper dirty things in your ear,” he said, his voice a growl.
    “Like what?” Katrina whispered. She felt like she could barely talk, let alone remember what words to say.
    “Like how being inside you feels so fucking good ,” he said.
    He thrust again, hard and deep, and Katrina knew she was getting close to the edge again even though she never wanted it to end.
    “ Fuck , Zach,” she whispered.
    “Like how when you say my name that like it’s almost enough to make me cum,” growled.
    “What if I told you I’ve never cum that hard before,” Katrina whispered.
    Zach groaned, burying his face in her hair.
    “Make me cum again,” she half-whispered, half-moaned, pressing herself back against him.
    He braced his forearm across her chest and put one hand on her other hip, still watching in the mirror. Then he pulled all the way out.
    Katrina frowned, but before she could say anything Zach had buried himself in her again, hard and fast and deep and then he did it again and again, slow and hard.
    “Oh fuck that feels so good,” Katrina heard someone say. “Don’t stop, please, God, don’t stop.”
    Then she realized it was her, just as the words turned into moans, the hard, steady thrusts driving her up and up until Katrina saw sparks in front of her eyes.
    “I want to feel you cum again,” Zach whispered in her ear. “And I want to watch you.”
    “ Fuck ,” Katrina gasped.
    Then she reached the edge and went over, the orgasm so intense that she felt like she was falling endlessly through space, utterly unaware of anything except the spasms wracking her body and Zach holding onto her, holding her