“Stop talking.”
Gripping his shaft, I eased in the head. I exhaled one long satisfied breath because he was in me and we were finally together.
We kept our eyes on one another. I couldn’t bear to not witness whatever he was experiencing. But his tiny breaths spoke to me, along with his trembling hands at my side while his eyes reflected what I assumed was in mine: desire.
Larkin’s cock was not only long but the girth had me wondering if he would fit all the way in. But he glided in, thanks to the copious amounts of slick. I panted and raised my knees further so they were close to my chest and now he was deep inside me, his length buried up to the hilt.
“I love you.”
He placed a gentle kiss on my brow. “I love you too.”
“No, you have to understand, Larkin. I love you so much it hurts, in a good way.”
“Just as I adore you.”
I smirked and he raised a brow. Maybe he knew me too well already.
“Oh, you want more.” He pulled out and slammed into me again.
Shit, he took my breath away and my ability to speak. I slapped his ass and he did that thing again where he poked out the tip of his tongue. Fuck, that drove me crazy because he looked so damned hot and sexy and suave.
Larkin leaned close and blew a trail of cool breaths over my chest and throat. I shivered because I was hot and cold at the same time. Damn, this alpha confusing the fuck out of me.
Putting his weight on his hands so his muscles strained, he withdrew but entered me again slowly so I felt every one of his long inches. Gods I was so full and he fit inside me so snugly like this was always meant to be.
“I’ve never felt like this.” I stroked his cheek.
“Good because you’remine.” He nipped at my throat, not enough to break the skin but to tell me he was claiming me.
Larkin plowed into me and the headboard—the one he made—banged on the wall, signaling we were fucking. He pushed damp hair off my brow and damn him, I almost melted under his gaze. I wasn’t the melty type but because of this man, perhaps I was now.
I squeezed his rounded ass because it deserved to be worshipped and smacked and pinched.
He whispered, “Do you want to ride me?”
I freaking did. I squeezed his cock hard and he grunted. Oh, there were those predator eyes again. He looked as though he was going to devour me but without waiting for my answer, he took hold of me and rolled us over. I found myself on top, legs astride him and his big beautiful cock was still wedged deep inside my channel.
I wriggled my ass and ground against him, and thanks to the slick I glided over him. He gasped and gripped my thighs, digging his nails deep into the skin. But I liked the contrast of sharp pain and the immense pleasure of him inside me.
I hoisted myself up and peered between my legs at his length, glistening with slick while more of the sticky slipperiness trickled onto both of us. I grinned as I gripped him with my knees and he placed both hands on my hips. But I nudged his hands away and slammed onto him.
“Larkin!” Oh shoot, I bent forward as desire slammed into me, almost knocking me off balance.
“I’m yours, babe, and gods, I love when you say my name.” He gripped my slick-coated ass and gave it a squeeze.
His voice was husky, almost gravely and I almost came just listening to him. Trying to get enough air into my lungs while savoring the waves of pleasure crashing over me was a struggle but when he walked his hands over my thigh and onto my cock, I moaned.
“Yes.”
He tugged it and I grunted and closed my eyes. What was this man doing to me?
As if he could read my thoughts, he mumbled, “Double the fun,” and pumped my length.
Lifting myself up, I fell onto Larkin’s cock and we both whimpered. But again, this man sensed what I needed and with one hand wrapped around my length, he helped me up with the other and I took him in again.
“I want you all day, every day.”
“Maybe that can be arranged,” I panted.
