“Fuck, baby,” he groans, thrusting in shallow pumps.
The sting is a rippling, tearing sort of pain that resonates through my pelvis. I think I might have to take back what I said about not stopping, until all at once, in one hard shove, he fills the space between us, his massive cock now deep inside of me, and the pain turns to pleasure.
His howl fills the room. “You’re strangling me with that pretty, little pussy.”
My heart hammers against my chest as I stare up at him, wondering if this is what it’s like to land on the moon or find a new species of Amazonian wildflower. It’s mind-blowing, numbing, almost unbelievable that he’s inside of me, thrusting, shaking, trembling.
“Fill me up,” I manage, sliding back and forth against the cool stone as he rocks into me with guttural, savage sounds.
“If I fill you up, you’re mine,” he rumbles, thrusting faster. “You want to belong to me, baby girl? You want me to take this tight, little, virgin pussy and lock it up for good?”
I whimper out in agreement as he presses against something deep and unexpected.
“Oh, my baby likes that, doesn’t she?” His tone changes slightly as he slips his hand beneath the T-shirt and pinches my nipples and says, “Are you going to be a good girl and come on my cock?”
His voice is like rough, velvet cocaine, and I want it narrating every move he makes from now until the end of time.
My head is light, and my heart is going wild. I think I’m on the verge of tears.
I can’t take it! It’s too perfect!
The way he grips my hips. The way he sounds. The way his balls slap. The way he grunts and moans. His dominant touch. The way I feel like I belong when I’m with him.
My core tightens, and suddenly, my body responds with catastrophic convulsions.
“Good girl!” His growl is rougher than I’ve ever heard it. “Strangle my cock!”
“Make me yours!” I scream out as my body convulses and squirms against his touch. Every muscle free of control, unableto settle as he grips me tighter and thrusts faster and harder until, all at once, there’s a pause and he releases inside of me.
“Fuck.” His groan is choked and strained, his grip tightening as his eyes squeeze shut and his head falls back. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re gorgeous.”
The words have barely left his mouth when I hear the heavy slam of a car door in the driveway. The sound cracks through the quiet like a warning shot, like the universe is telling us we’ve made a mistake.
Silas freezes, his expression shifting in an instant as the air between us tightens. Our quiet little hideaway is splintering apart.
Chapter Six
Silas
There’s no time to question what the hell I’ve just done because my do-good brother Cash is at the door banging like I owe him money.
What the fuck?
“I’m so sorry, angel.” I kiss Ellie’s forehead and hold her against my chest for a long moment before pulling back. “You get dressed, I’ll get rid of my brother, and we’ll get back to what we should be doing.”
She nods sweetly and tips up onto her toes for a kiss.
I hang onto her hips for a second too long, letting the moment linger before she says, “I should get ready for work, anyway.”
The second her heels touch the ground and she turns back toward the hallway, my arms ache for her again.
What the hell is happening to me?I can’t stop staring at her. The way she walks. The way my T-shirt hangs down past her knees. The soft swell of her ass swinging back and forth. I can’t believe I just emptied inside of her. I just spread her wide and took her virginity on the kitchen counter like I was making a sandwich.
Cash pounds on the door again, this time louder, as though he’s growing impatient. I ease the door open, its hinges groaning.
“Took ya long enough,” my brother grunts as he runs his hand down over his beard.
The man usually looks miserable and frustrated. It’s sort of his signature. Folks often say the same about me, but I say Cash has me beat. The guy has a scowl that could rival a bulldog living in an empty food bowl.
