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“Don’t ever challenge me, Ophelia. I’m a very determined man.” There’s a dark warning in his tone, but I’m not afraid of him. Antonio would never hurt me, unless you count death by orgasm.

He kisses me, and I can taste my salty orgasm on his tongue. When he pulls back, he rears up on his knees, straddling my hips and towering over me. He looks so dominant and delicious.

Stroking a finger down my cheek, he murmurs, “Now get on your hands and knees, love. Let me show you how a woman deserves to be fucked.”

Chapter 6

Antonio

Ophelia Hale is not the kind of woman you bend over on the floor and fuck doggy style.

My brain is telling me that, but the rest of my body is shouting at it to shut the fuck up and join the party. There’s one particular part of my body that’s especially adamant.

I wrap my fist around that appendage when she immediately complies, giving me a view that has my cock throbbing with desire in my palm. Round globes. Slender back with a dip down the center. Stroking myself a couple times, I allow my brain to take over for just a second as I bend to kiss her shoulder.

“Do we need a condom, love, or can I fuck you raw?”

She looks at me over her shoulder, brown eyes lusty and dark. “I don’t need birth control, and all my tests are clear.”

“Mine are as well,” I tell her, exhilaration coursing through me. I’ve only gone bare with one woman in my life, and that was many years ago.

In response to that, Ophelia turns away and lowers herself to her elbows, and I groan like someone just stabbed me.

“Christ, woman. What are you doing to me?”

She waggles her bum at me, the cheeky little tease, and I give her a light slap, testing the waters. Ophelia lets out the sexiest moan, and if I weren’t already kneeling, I would be now because that sound of approval from her pretty mouth would have brought me to my knees.

I slide my cock through her slit a few times, adding her natural lubrication to my own pre-cum that’s coating my head.

“I’ll go slow at first, love, but then I’m going to ride this lovely ass like I own it.” Gliding one finger down her spine, I smile when goosebumps pebble her skin. “Let me know if it gets to be too much.”

“I can take it,” she predicts, and I almost embarrass myself before I even get inside her. Lining up my tip with her entrance, I ease inside an inch and hold, feeling her inner walls stretching to accommodate me.

Again, she looks over her shoulder and offers me a sultry smile. “Are we playingjust the tip,or are you going to fuck me?”

Christ on a cracker.Urged on by her sass, I grip either side of her waist and slam home, grunting, “Fucking hell,” when my hips land solidly against her pert arse.

“Yes,” Ophelia wails. “God, Antonio, rip me in half with that big dick.”

For about the millionth time, this woman has shocked the everliving shite out of me, so I attempt to do exactly as she asked. I fuck her with strong pumps, reveling in the wet sounds from where we’re joined and the slap of flesh on flesh. And Ophelia takes me like a champ. She’s so goddamn amazing.

“You feel so fucking good, darlin’,” I growl as she rocks herself back and forth to meet me thrust-for-thrust. “Do you have any idea how many times I thought of railing you like this in the past week. When I jack myself off every morning, I’ve imagined how tight your little cunt would be. And fucking hell, it’s even better than I thought it would be.”

“Mmmm,” she groans, spreading her legs impossibly wider as she takes every inch of my dick into her heat. “Did you think about my mouth around your cock while you were touching yourself?”

Mother. Of. All. That’s. Holy.I almost explode inside her at those dirty words and the images they evoke.

“Fuck yes, I have,” I admit, sliding my hands back to spread her arse cheeks. One of my thumbs slips into the crack and massages her back entrance. “And I’ve thought about stuffing my cock in this wee little hole too. Would you let me fuck your arse sometime, love?”

Ophelia’s voice goes raspy. “Yes.”

My teeth grind hard as I try to keep my shit together. I spit, rubbing my saliva around her arsehole before easing the tip of my thumb inside.

“God,” she whimpers, pushing back against me until my thumb is knuckle-deep. “That feels so good, Antonio.”

Swear to god, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back from releasing what will no doubt be the largest load I’ve ever spilled. Her pussy is perfect, and thank the lord I can feel her rippling around me, a telltale sign that she’s on the edge as well.

Still fucking into her pussy at a fierce pace, I stroke the inner walls of her arse with my thumb and slide my free hand around to her sex, finding her dripping all over my shirt. I may never wash the damn thing again.