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With a feral growl, Joshua thrusted deep inside me as a cry of pleasure-mixed-pain tore from my throat. Blessedly endowed, he filled and stretched me with a captivating burn. Struggling to relax my passage, he withdrew, only to impale me once again. My packed pussy fluttered and rippled around his shaft. A low groan of delight rolled off his tongue and vibrated onto mine. Squeezing my wrists—almost to the point of pain—he emphasized his control, and it sent my heart soaring.
Joshua plunged in and out of my clutching cunt in a slow and steady rhythm. Arching to meet his thrusts, I held nothing back. The sounds of gasps, grunts, and slapping flesh filled the room. Tearing his mouth from mine, he gazed down at me. Sweat dotted his brow and his red, swollen lips glistened. The epitome of rugged beauty and command, Joshua drew me in even deeper with the fiery lust dancing in his eyes.
“Are you going to be a good girl and ask for it, little one? Beg nice and pretty for me?”
When I nodded sharply, he drove even deeper. Crying out, I wrapped my legs around his waist as every thick inch of him throbbed inside me. His glorious torture was sublime. Exhaling a savage hiss, he began dragging his bulbous crest over the sensitive bundle of nerves in a slow, decisive rhythm. As if orchestrating a symphony, the swell grew to a turbulent crescendo, sending lightning ricocheting through my cells. I cried out again, letting the sinful blaze burn me alive as he unleashed his potent sexual skills.
“Harder, Joshua. Please, fuck me harder!” I begged.
And he did. Hard…fast…and unrelenting, like a freight train thundering down a mountain slope. Joshua drove in frenzied thrusts as if his life depended on it. Sweat dripped from his face, mixing with mine as our harsh animalistic sounds echoed in the room.
Wedging a hand between us, Joshua strummed my clit with just the right amount of pressure. My moans turned to screams, morphing into keening pleas that he’d allow the swell to pull me under and annihilate my blistering need.
“Now,” he bellowed. “Come for me, Mellie.”
Right on cue, as if eight years had been but yesterday, I responded—like I’d been trained—and shattered at his command.
Rocked by the force of my powerful orgasm, dark spots formed behind my eyes. Pounding into my channel like a man possessed, Joshua suddenly froze. Fixed deep inside me, he let out a deafening roar before pummeling my cunt in a torrent of erratic strokes; he followed me over.
Releasing my wrists, he dropped to his elbows. Panting, he pressed his face against my neck. Our coupled muscles twitched and pulsed until the sexual buzz faded. Easing from my pussy, Joshua collapsed to the bed alongside me. Both of us covered in a fine sheen of sweat, the heady scent of sex lay like a heavy blanket around us.
It took several long minutes before our ragged breaths slowed and evened out, and all the while I lay staring at Joshua. His eyes were closed, and a serene, sated expression lined his face. I wanted to pinch myself.
I just had sex with Joshua Lars.
Sex, my ass! The man fucked your brains out. And did a righteous job of it, too.
The little voice in my head was right. No lover before him had been capable of enticing an orgasm of that magnitude. Clearly, Joshua had more impressive talents besides gifted hands. Studying the sharp features of his handsome face, his rugged jaw line and the light blond scruff covering his chin, I smiled. His golden hair, now dark and wet, lay plastered to his head. Still, he looked like sin on a stick, and I’d have no trouble whatsoever taking him on for round two.
As if reading my mind, he opened his eyes. A quirky smile played over his lips. “Oh yeah, we definitely need to do that again, but give me a minute. I’m not as young as I used to be.”
I laughed. “You’re not the only one, Sir.”
Sir? Sir? Where the fuck did that come from?
Joshua didn’t bat an eye at my reply. Obviously, he was accustomed to being called ‘Sir’ by someone—maybe a whole lot of someones. The inward prick of jealousy surprised me, but I was more concerned at how easily the honorific ‘Sir’ had rolled off my tongue. Unnerved, I realized Joshua had picked the lock and opened the Pandora’s Box of my submission. A knot of fear began to unravel, and a surge of panic-laced adrenaline exploded through my veins. I leapt from the bed as if it were on fire.
“Where are you going?” Shifting, he raised up on one elbow. A quizzical expression lined his face as he watched me race around the room.
“Bathroom,” I replied curtly. Gathering up my dress, thong, purse, and shoes, I raced away.
“Wait,” he called to me. “I thought we were going to—”
Before he could finish his sentence, I slammed the double doors of the bathroom shut and locked them. On shaky knees, I stepped into my dress, clutching the sink to steady myself. Catching a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, I froze. My lips were red and swollen. My cheeks flushed in a ‘just fucked glow.’ Still taut, my dusky nipples tingled from all the attention Joshua had bestowed with his fingers and teeth. The elegant, coiffured bun I’d worn to his showing was now wild and disheveled in the vivid aftermath of how his urgent hands had snarled through my mane. Outwardly, I wore all the markings of a woman well satisfied, but gazing at my eyes, I could see the terror stamped within. A new, more potent wave of alarm slammed through me. I’d allowed Joshua Lars and his Dominant charm to touch me too deeply.
“Dammit, what the fuck are you doing? Get your shit together and get the hell out of here,” I mumbled to my reflection in the mirror.
Stepping into my thong, I grabbed my purse and pulled out my cell phone. Scrolling an online search engine as I tugged the tiny scrap of material to my knees, I dialed the number of a local cab company. Tucking the phone against my shoulder, I fumbled through my beaded clutch, plucking out the invitation as a gruff man answered. Rattling off the address, I swiftly ended the call, shoved everything back in my purse, and finished yanking up the thong still abandoned at my knees.
A thunderous knock landed on the other side of the door. Jumping, I yelped in surprise.
”Mellie, open up,” Joshua demanded.
“Just a sec,” I called out, my voice cracking with anxiety.
“Mellie?” He pounded once again. “Don’t make me break this fucking door down. We need to talk.”
Talk? Oh hell, no. There was absolutely nothing I wanted to say to the man.
