“No. Fuck you, no,” I rasp, crying out as he picks up his speed. “Oh my god, please don’t stop.”
His laugh is low and rumbling. The sound vibrates against my stomach and ribs. “Oh, I have no intention of stopping.”
His movements are both torturous and outrightdivine, and I can’t stop myself from sinking my fingers into his hair, holding on for dear life as my body falls apart beneath him. It’s not fair. How on earth did he learn my body so well from just five minutes in his office? How does he adapt so quickly? How does heknowwhat makes me tick, what makes pleasure coil like a snake in my stomach, what makes me build and build and build?—
“Not yet,” he grins, as if he senses my impending release. I whine as his movements slow and his fingers still inside me. His thumb just barely brushes against my clit, teasing me like the ass he is. “I want you to come on my cock.”
My eyes widen at his words and the audible hunger in his voice. I’ve imagined this countless times. In my shower, on my bed, in my office, but the reality of it…of hearing him say it out loud to me is much more delicious than anything my mind conjures up; it's overwhelming.
His fingers withdraw slowly, leaving me shaking, but needing more. I watch him lick his fingers clean like he did before, but it feels less like a statement now and more like a ritual. His gaze raking over my body.
He places his hand on his belt. It unbuckles easily, and the long strap brushes against my thighs as he goes to unbutton his slacks and pull his zipper down. My heart hammers against my ribs, my hands suddenly useless, with no idea whether I should help or just… watch.
In an instant his pants are halfway down his thighs, and then they’re gone. It’s just him, his skin, his muscles, hisbody. And Jesus fucking Christ, his cock.
It takes me less than a second to understand why he’d warned me. Every inch of him is intimidating, but every inchof his length is downrightterrifying.Thick, hard, with a slight curve upward that makes my mouth go dry. Angry little veins run up toward the glistening head. It doesn’t look like something that should fit. It looks like something I’d buy at Adam & Eve and then lose my confidence the moment I get it home.
I can’t help but stare, can’t help the way my body reacts, can’t stop the flood of arousal and adrenaline that assaults me. “Fuck.”
His lips quirk in the corners. “Like what you see?”
Heat invades my face so intensely it feels like I’m on fire. “It’s adequate,” I breathe.
There’s a beat of silence where I worry for half a second that my joke didn’t land or that I’ve genuinely insulted him, but then his boom of laughter carries out across the sand and the ocean, nearly making me jump. “Adequate?” he repeats, his voice dripping with amusement as he crawls back over me, forcing me back down into the blankets. “We’ll see if you still think that in a minute.”
He positions himself between my thighs, lowering himself down to his elbow on one side of my head. The weight of him, the heat of him, thepressof his cock against my thigh is enough to take my breath away.
“Lift your thighs for me, princess,” he murmurs, his free hand wrapping around the back of my knee and encouraging it up. My breath quickens and worsens as I follow his order and feel the tip of him glide across my clit.
“Christ,” I whimper.
“Last chance to back out,” he says. But his eyes tell me that he knows I won’t.
I swallow and hook my ankles around his hips, anchoring him to me. “I-I’m not backing out,” I say, shivering as his fingers push a strand of hair behind my ear. “But if you’re not adequate,I’m going to be disappointed.” He laughs, his breath warm against my cheek. “I’ll do my best not to disappoint.”
The head of his cock feels like a goddamn brand against my entrance, and I wrap my arms around his neck, needing something to hold on to. The first press of him makes my mouth part, my breath hitches in my lungs, but he sinks further, splitting me open, my muscles throbbing in protest, and dear god, it’s too much, too much,too much?—
“Breathe, princess.”
I suck in air, feeling him sinking just a little further.
“Fuck, you feel—you—” His words fail, his pupils dilate, and for the first time in my life, I see Anthony Vosshesitate. His gaze flicks down to our hips, then back to me. His Adam’s apple moves when he swallows and he sinks that last little bit inside of me.
His hips roll forward, slow and deliberate. Pulling nearly all the way out before pushing back in, and the groan that tears from his throat is sinful. His forehead drops to mine, with ragged breath he parts his lips like he’s fighting for control, but is unraveling fast.
Holy shit.
Every drag of him is electric, stretching me in ways I didn’t know I could want. His rhythm is punishingly slow, each thrust measured, each withdrawal purposeful, sliding against every sensitive spot inside of me until I’m squirming beneath him, and my nails are digging into the muscles of his shoulders.
“Faster,” I beg, but the words are barely more than a gasp.
His lips split into a smug grin. “Ask me nicely.”
“Fuck me faster,” I snap, glaring up at him even though my hips push up to meet his next thrust. “Please.” His answering laugh is dark, laced with amusement and satisfaction. “Good girl.”
His pace is relentless until he suddenly snaps his hips forward, driving into me with a force that knocks the breath from my lungs. The blankets shift beneath us and the waves break against the shore in a rhythmic pattern. He slides his hand along my thigh, hiking it higher, and angling itjust so?—
“Oh—god—” My back arches off the cushions as he hits that special spot he’d found with his fingers. Stars burst behind my eyelids and pleasure ricochets through my entire body. Anthony’s grip tightens on my thigh, his groan rough against my ear. “There you are.”
