Page 62 of The Billionaire Who Saved My Cat From The Mafia

Since when am I hypnotized by a man?

Since when do I allow a man to give me a nickname?

Why then melt every time he utters it?

And why theabsolute helldid I have to meet this gorgeous, funny, and kind man at the most completely fucked-up moment of my completely fucked-up life?

The universe is a cruel bitch.

I snap out of it, dragging my gaze to Special K’s face.He looks puzzled.Worried, even.Maybe I spent too much time stroking and staring at his spectacular cock.How long was I lost down there?

I hold out my free hand.He places the condom packet on my palm.I do what has to be done because, of course, I do.

I’m scrupulously cautious when it comes to sexual health.I never, ever have sex without a condom.But for some reason, I’m truly bummed out that one is required right now.

I need to be skin-on-skin with Special K.I need to know what it feels like to be that connected with a man who’s both a spectacular lover and a good guy.I’d like to know once before I run off to face whatever future awaits me.

I roll the latex down his length, my fingers still trembling.He rests a huge hand on my wrist.

“I want you something fierce,” he whispers, eyes flashing.“If I ever get too much for you, tell me.”

I smile and lean forward, stretching out on top of him.It feels glorious to have my entire body against his, breasts to toes, the length of his hard cock pressed into my belly.“I think maybe you’re already too much for me, cowboy.”

A shadow falls over his eyes.

“But in a good way.”I reach up to brush a fingertip across his bottom lip.“A very good way.”

I bring my lips to his.His arms go around me.And I surrender to the gravitational pull of Special K MacLaine, hot rancher.I simply let go.I let his heat and his rock-solid strength carry me off, pull me under, until I’m lost to it.

On fire.

And the only thing that matters is that he gets inside me.

His lips become rough on mine, demanding.His tongue forces its way inside my mouth as his hands slap down on my ass, then grip the backs of my thighs.He spreads my legs open and grabs me behind my knees, putting me in the position he wants me.

I’m faintly aware of how much I’m enjoying this.It’s fun to be manhandled in such a playful way.

He’s right.

We’re going to have a lot of fun together.

I rise to a sitting position and push up on my knees, then reach between my legs.His huge hands cup my hips.He stares up at me, a devilish little smile on his sexy mouth.

And then he does it—pushes me down just an inch or two, slowly and gently, until the huge head of his cock splits apart the outer lips of my pussy and pushes inside.

It’s a shock to the system.And then he keeps going.

I hiss in surprise.I’m damn glad he’s already got me warmed up for this, since he’s the biggest man I’ve attempted to take.

And then it happens.I feel my spine loosen and my hips encourage him to go deeper.And the sensation is so good, too good, as he makes more headway.

I throw my head back and my body undulates like a serpent as I ride his big dick.His hands go to my breasts.I sink down on him until the insides of my thighs kiss his pelvis.

“Fuck me,” he groans.“Do it, Boots.”

I lose myself, which I guess is the whole point of great sex.Not that I’ve ever had sex this great.His hands are all over me, fingers splayed on my waist, over my ribs, sliding up my sides to my neck.For a brief moment, he stays here, one of his hands on my throat, and it’s so carnally charged that I’m on the brink of cumming again.

Then he changes direction to slide his fingers down my belly.He searches out my clit, knows instinctively what I need—how fast, how hard, how much, or how little direct contact.