“But when it comes to eggs, I can do no wrong.”
“Is that right?” Too hungry to give him more than that weak challenge, she gobbled her food. “This is really good.”
He chuckled and started eating. “We’ll have to have a contest. Best cook gets to be on top.”
“That’s a win-win.”
“I know.” He kept eating and casually said, “Watching your tits move up and down while you ride me, that’s so hot. And I love looking at your face when you come. You get all soft and sexy. It makes me hard just thinking about it.”
There had to be something wrong with the fact he’d gotten her hot and bothered over eggs. But he did put her hand over him, and to her delight, he’d gotten thick and long. She decided to play and slid her hand inside his shorts, stroking him while he ate.
He watched her, his appetite for the food on his plate diminishing. She, however, needed some energy. She had a feeling, by the size of his ever-growing “amazing cock,” that his sooner than later was right around the corner.
An hour later,Smith had done what he’d promised.
“You…really are a…bitch,” she said, panting, on her hands and knees while the man with an ungodly amount of stamina plowed her from behind. She’d already come hard from his talented tongue and fingers.
But he’d refused to give her the rest of him, intent on driving her out of her mind in lust. Just when she was ready to climax, Smith pulled back. He’d been toying with her forever, and even the feel of him pumping in and out from behind, so huge and thick, didn’t give her the ease she needed.
“Fucking you is the highlight of my life,” he said, slowing down.
She felt every inch of him slide inside her before those same inches pulled away. He withdrew until only the tip of him remained, then he started again.
“You’re mean and so—” she paused as he shoved in one hard push and caught her breath on a spike of ecstasy “—big. Please, Smith.”
“Say it, Cupcake. Tell me what I want to hear.” He’d gotten off on the dirty talk. Lord knew Erin had turned ridiculously easy to please when he said those four-letter words or told her what he intended to do to her. Smith was good at it. Creative, descriptive, and inventive about sex.
Though she’d never been a fan of the C-word, when he talked about plowing her, she melted. Or as he liked to say, she creamed all over him.
“I want you to…” She lost her train of thought when he reached around and put his thumb against her clit, rubbing in circles, soft, then firm. With him still inside her as he touched her, he started the countdown to O-mageddon. Yet again.
He stopped, and she swore, which made him laugh. “You’re so fuckin’ hot when you’re mad. Have I told you that?”
She looked over her shoulder at the man buried balls deep inside her. As much as she wanted to yell at him to stop toying with her, she couldn’t help falling closer to loving him. She made a memory right then and there. His smile, his joy. And the sight of him connected to her in a way no one ever had been before.
“Smith, you’re destroying my will to live.”
He withdrew completely and flipped her over. “Can’t have that.” He leaned on his elbows above her, thankfully not crushing her. “This is going to sound a little weird, but I promise it’s not.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, on fire to feel him in her. “Mm-hmm.”
“You’re the perfect size for me,” he said between kisses. “Small and posable.” He paused, his smirk impossible to ignore. “You’re like a sex doll. All tits and ass and fucking beautiful. Then you ruin it when you talk.” His naughty grin dared her to get mean.
“Asshole.”
“Yeah, that gets me going.” He nudged her legs apart and settled between them. “I’m bigger and heavier. I can make you do whatever I want you to do.”
“Damn it. You can’t.” She struggled to get free, not wanting to, but trying. Because shelovedthat he overpowered her. Perhaps telling him that after pancakes hadn’t been her brightest move, because he used it against her, keeping her on a sexual edge of insanity by taking charge.
When her ex had taken charge, it had been to assuage his needs. She’d let him, though she could have escaped Cody’s hold at any time. He wasn’t that much stronger than her, nothing a well-placed kick wouldn’t manage.
Smith took charge becauseshegot off on it. She couldn’t move him and craved his dominance.
“Oh, Cupcake. What will you do if I push inside you? You can’t get free, can you?” he taunted and took her hand to his cock. He used her to guide him inside her, exactly where she wanted him. “Any excuse I have to get your hands on me, I’ll take it.” He stared into her eyes as he started fucking her.
It was raw and passionate. Nothing scripted about Smith taking her. Raunchy and dirty when he used the words he whispered into her ear. She couldn’t get closer, and she needed to. She clawed at his back, dragged him close, and kissed him with all she had.
His thrust grew rougher, faster.
