Page 26 of Nixon’s Promise

“Yeah.”

His other hand went between us, two fingers slid in my wet sheath and his thumb honed in on my clit. My head flew back and I stared, unfocused, at the ceiling.

“Fuck,” he clipped. “So tight I can barely fit my fingers.”

I lost his hand and wanted to cry out in protest until I felt the tip of his dick at my entrance. I righted my head and looked down, not wanting to miss the erotic sight. The head of his dick disappeared inside of me and my eyes snapped to his. He was watching me. His brown eyes almost looked black.

He scooted me to the edge, and in one rough thrust he was fully inside me. We were connected in every way. Our eyes were locked, lips mere inches apart, my breasts were smooshed against the hard muscles of his chest, his cock pulsed deep inside me.

Holy shit.

This had to have been the single most intense sexual experience of my life and Nixon hadn’t moved yet. My hands roamed his back, his muscles tense, everything about him had an air of authority and power. He was holding back, a jungle cat poised to strike at any moment. His restrained power should’ve given me pause, but all it did was excite me more. This strong man was vibrating under my fingertips.

I did that to him.

I caused him to tremble with lust.

“Nixon,” I whispered and tried to wiggle my hips.

“Don’t move.” His voice was gruff and that was hot, too.

“Please,” I begged.

“I need a minute.”

My nails scored down his back and I dug my heels into his lower back.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” His gaze still hadn’t left mine, and each time he’d speak I could feel the puff of his breath against my face.

“Please, Nixon. Fuck—”

My plea was cut off when his hand dove into my hair and he tugged my mouth to his. Nixon’s other hand went to my breast and he not-so-gently squeezed and massaged before he worked my nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers.

The contrasting sensations were driving me crazy. His hands were rough, while his kiss was gentle. His tongue softly caressed mine, before he did that sexy as hell move where he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and traced his tongue along it before he broke the kiss.

“You need to tell me if I’m too rough.” He finally pulled out and gave me a shallow thrust. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Another fast and hard thrust. “But I want to fuck you so hard and wild you’ll feel me all day tomorrow.” Nixon pulled out, leaving only the tip inside and held himself still. “You with me, McKenna?”

“I’m with you, Nixon.”

“Lean back so you’re lying on the counter.” He waited until I did as I was told. “Hold on to the edge.” My fingers wrapped around the Formica. “Don’t let go.”

I nodded and he pinned me with a look that sent shivers racing down my body.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” Nixon’s hand came to my throat, his thumb paused on my pulse and he closed his eyes. When he opened them, he moved his hand, leaving only a single fingertip on my skin. “So fucking tight and wet.” It skimmed down between my boobs, over my stomach, stopping just above my curls. “I’m gonna fuck you like I own you.”

And with that Nixon shoved his dick deep, but this time he didn’t stop. He moved inside of me, and I had no option but to take what he was giving. He’d pinned my hips in place and played my body like he indeed owned it.

No part of what we did on the counter in Nixon’s kitchen felt like ordinary sex. It was more. Bigger. Out of body. He pinched and pulled. Licked and sucked and kissed me everywhere he could reach. All I had to do was hold on. He did all the work. I’d never had an orgasm so intense and Nixon hadn’t taken his eyes off of mine the whole time I shook and cried out.

I was finally coming back to myself, and I knew he was close. His movements were becoming jerky. I let out a yelp when he yanked me to sitting, with our faces close enough for our breaths to mingle.

“So damn good, honey,” he groaned and planted himself as deep as he could go. “Fuck!” he roared and shoved his face into my neck, releasing himself inside of me. The twitching and pulsing of his dick as he spurted his come inside of me was something I’d never felt before. I didn’t know a man could have an orgasm that powerful.

Nixon held me so tight, so close, I could feel our hearts pounding together. It took a few minutes before he lifted his head. And when he did my breath caught and my heart stopped.

Regret.

It was clear as day.