“Quit staring at me like that,” I whisper as he stands over the bed watching me. “You’re making me nervous.”
“I can’t help it. I’m so attracted to you, I’m going out of my mind here.”
I bite my lip, feeling my arousal skyrocket. This man is intense in all the right ways.
After grabbing a condom, he climbs onto the bed, trapping me with his thick thighs and arms. It’s the perfect cage.
The mattress dips under his weight as he spreads my legs wide, hoisting one over his shoulder. Holy shit, this is gonna be deep. I’m low-key terrified, because let’s be real, this man is packing heat.
His eyes lock on mine as he slips his hand between my thighs. Fingers playfully glide up and down, teasing my clit just enough to make me crave more.
My pussy clenches with need, begging for friction.
Damn, I am so ready for him.
“Soaked,” he groans as he sheaths himself up. “I haven’t even started with you yet.”
He lines up his massive cock with my dripping slit, and I shudder as he slides inside me. He’s trying to be gentle, but let’s face it, there’s no way to ease into this kind of pleasure.
“Fuck,” I moan loudly, unable to hold back as he fills me completely.
“You like that, angel?” he growls, lust dripping from his voice.
“Oh god, yes,” I whimper.
He lets out a deep, guttural groan as he takes control of our rhythm. “Last time was quick. This time, we’re taking our sweet time. Savoring every moment.”
“Nice commentary,” I quip, breathlessly.
His rough hand grips my ass and lifts me up for a good smack that makes me gasp and moan at the same time. “No backtalk.”
“Okay, sir.” My laugh turns into a moan as he grabs my hips and starts thrusting harder. How the hell does this guy know exactly how to fuck me in all the right ways to hit my sweet spot?
My hands flop onto the bed uselessly. He’s got my leg pinned over his shoulder so I’m at his mercy. Fucking owning me right now.
“You’re dripping wet for me,” he growls, as our bodies collide with gloriously satisfying slaps. “God, your little cunt feels so good.”
It feels like my vibrator on turbo mode. My tits are flying everywhere with each thrust, and my thighs are slapping against his rock-hard ones.
Oh.
My.
God.
“This . . . feels . . . so . . . amazing . . .” I gasp, barely coherent.
“Don’t I fucking know it,” he says through gritted teeth as he thrusts in and out of me. “I can’t get enough of you. Your little sounds drive me wild. Sweet and sexy at the same time. I never wanna stop hearing them. Let me hear how much you want me. I can’t stop hearing it. I can’t.”
The mix of pained pleasure on his beautiful face makes me ache.
“I’m gonna come inside you so hard, angel,” he hisses through gritted teeth.
His name falls from my lips over and over again as he takes me to the brink of ecstasy.
With one final, primal groan that the doormen many floors below must hear, he comes hard inside me. My hips buck and my body shakes—I can’t hold on any longer.
I milk every last drop from his cock, my muscles clenching around him as we both ride out our high together.
