He is not built like a man. He is built like something made to destroy me.
Not only was I entirely correct about the length of him, but his girth is enough to make me sweat. The red tip pushes up along my slit, over my clit, damp and glistening as he coats himself in my arousal. One large vein branches out over the curve, so rock solid that it looks almost painful.
“Oh my god,” I mutter, my face hot enough to feel like it’s on fire. He presses in just an inch, not even the whole head of him disappearing inside of me, and I have to cover my mouth to stifle a whine.
“Listen to me,” he says, his voice dropping into that flat, serious tone that sets me on edge, his nose brushing against my cheek. “We do this quietly, or not at all. Pen sleeps hard, but if you’re a screamer, this cannot happen.”
I swallow, my heart jumping as he pushes another inch, stretching me, filling me. “If I were a screamer, you would have already heard me over the last two weeks.”
His nostrils flare as if he hadn’t considered that.
“Did you really not think?—”
“Stop talking.” His mouth finds mine with an urgency that makes my muscles clench, and he grunts against my lips, pushing those last few inches in all at once. My lips part on a broken little noise, and he delves in, claiming me on two fronts, eager and almost frantic as his free hand joins the other in holding me up by my thighs.
He feelsso fucking rightinside of me.
My breath catches when he pulls back, his hips leaving mine just enough for him to slam forward with force, my body pressing harder against the wall.
“Dear fucking god,” he groans against my mouth. He sets a brutal pace, nearly slipping out each time he pulls back, giving me the entire length of him each time he drives forward.
My nails dig into the back of his neck, holding on for dear life. Every thrust makes the wall shudder, the picture frame hanging a few feet away rattling. A quiet little whine slips from my lips, and I can’t focus on his mouth anymore, can only let my head fall back and try not to lose myself entirely in him.
“Quiet,” he growls, his teeth nipping at my chin. “I meant it.”
My head snaps back up to attention. “You’re the one—fuck—I—you’re the one making the most noise.”
He huffs a heavy breath against my cheek. “Yeah, because you’re tight as hell and I can’t—god—I can’t think straight.” He shifts me again, his arms releasing my thighs one by one to grab me by my ass instead, making me tilt forward. Our chests come together as he leans slightly back, and my arms wrap around his neck for stability, my heels digging into the backs of his thighs.
And then he movesme.
He lifts me like I’m a set of weights, my front sliding up and down his, and oh mygod, this man is strong.
“Jesus—”
“Get your arm between us,” he grunts.
I blink, half-dazed, my forehead against his cheek, that tell-tale knot forming in my lower abdomen. Every thrust hits that spot inside of me that makes my vision blur. “W-What?”
“My hands are…occupied,” he says, the last word coming out rough as he pushes me down on his cock a bit more aggressively, his fingers digging into the flesh of my rear. “Touch yourself.”
It’s not just my cheeks that flame. It’s my whole damn upper chest. “What?”
“You heard me,” he rasps, nudging my temple with his nose. “You’re getting close, yeah? So am I. And I’m not—shit—not gonna let myself until you do. So touch yourself, sweetheart.”
My mouth goes dry, my body wound tight from every shift between us. “You’re awfully demanding for someone who’s been pretending he didn’t want this.”
“Carly.”
“What? You could have—ah—could have had the balls to do something about it sooner.”
He slams me down harder on his cock, taking a half a step back to keep his balance, and I muffle my groan in the crook of his neck, his cologne more aggressive from the slight sheen of sweat. “I was being professional. I was beingcareful.”
“Well, you’re doing a shit job of it now.”
He laughs, rough and humorless, and quickens his pace. “Yeah. I am. Now fucking touch yourself.”
I grumble a string of curses, half in frustration and half because it just feels sogood, and slip my arm between our chests, down, down,down. My fingers trace through the slickness where we meet, over my clit, quick little circles that make my head spin and my body tense.
