Real pain stabs through me, except by the time it hits my core it’s something different. Something outside of my previous experience. “Please.”
His hand slides to the side but the punishing up and down doesn’t slow; if anything it gets faster, harder. And when the pad of his thumb presses on my clit like he’s trying to shove it through to my spine, my world implodes.
Blackness dances in my vision as every molecule of air leaves my lungs on a scream. Back arching, breast still held tight in his mouth, I’m zapped with another burst of pain that morphs into another wave of pleasure. I can do nothing except give in to another detonation so fierce it shatters all remaining sense and consciousness.
Body bowed tight, I ride the waves of sensation with little resistance. It seems to go on and on, and I fear I’ll never come back from this.
A growl rumbles around me, movement I’ve no control over, then my back is pressed into softness, my front covered in burning flesh. Forcing my eyes open, I find Garrett hovering over me, his face taut with strain as he hammers his cock into me.
“Another. Give me another, Lexi,” he grinds out between his bared teeth.
“I. Can’t,” I pant between his thrusts.
“Can. Will.”
I want to argue only I don’t get the chance because Garrett slams him mouth on mine, thrust his tongue inside, and fucks between my lips like he’s fucking between my legs.
Brutal savagery.
It’s gritty and feral and primal.
And just when I think we can’t keep going at this pace—that he can’t—he pounds into me harder and with each plunge he rams into my clit sending fire streaking across my skin, over every nerve until I’m careening into a second orgasm more devastating than the first.
A scream tears through my throat, raw and vicious; the sound collides with the roar Garrett lets loose as he’s consumed by his own climax.
Pulsing and thrusting, he empties liquid heat into my core and marks me more than his hands on my hips ever could.
8
GARRETT
Fuck. I can’t move.
Or think.
My lungs burn as I drag in air and with the way Lexi is struggling for air beneath me, I know I’m not the only one deeply affected by what just happened.
Braced on my forearms, I keep most of my weight off her but it’s hard to when my cock is still buried in her pulsing cunt. Christ. I’m still hard.
How the hell that’s possible when I just blew a year’s worth of come into her is up to science to work out because fucked if I can.
While those scientists are at it, they can tell me how the hell we got from talking and eating to fucking.
I think I moved first.
I think I was the one who dove in for a kiss.
I think…Motherfucker. Ican’tthink. Every brain cell has gone haywire.
I just had the best sex of my life, hands down, no argument, and all I want to do is repeat it. Over and over again.
Except this is Alexandria Carmichael. A woman way out of my league. If it wasn’t for the scalding heat coating my dick, I’d think this was a dream.
Every part of me deflates.
This isn’t the first time I’ve found myself entangled with a woman too good for me. Although the last one wanted to be better than me more than she actually was. The difference between the two is glaring. I was never as invested in that past relationship as I already am with Lexi.
Not even close.
