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Without another word, he knelt behind her, sliding the tip of his cock up and down a few times before pushing into her inch by terrible inch. He was big and she was pained and swollen from all his teasing, but he slowly filled her until there wasn’t anywhere left for him to go. As he started to move inside her, he stroked his hands over her back and ass, almost possessively.
“I can’t fit any farther into you, sweetheart, and I don’t want to hurt you too much.” He brought her carefully down onto her belly, his big body covering hers. Still inside her, he closed her legs and straddled them, then shoved deeper, the thrust stealing her breath and filling her completely. He paused, and she wondered if he was as worried about losing control as she was. She moaned into the mattress, then squirmed beneath him, trying to tempt him to move. He leaned some of his weight on his elbow and held the back of her neck down with the same hand.
Fuck.
He had her entirely pinned, her body at the mercy of his own and it was so arousing she felt like her brain was going to liquefy. Finally, he began to rock against her, the rhythm slow, letting her feel the thoroughness of his patient dominance. With his mouth so close to her ear, his grunts of pleasure each time he ground his cock inside her were loud and erotic.
“Fuck, you make me crazy. Do you have any idea how hard and fast I want to fuck you?” he growled. “Do you have any idea how fucking hard it was to turn down this sweet ass?” He grabbed one of her ass cheeks, then rammed into her with a force that might have sent her flying if he wasn’t holding her down so hard.
She raised her hips, angling herself up to meet his thrusts.
“Good girl,” he moaned in her ear. “You like being held down, don’t you?”
Understatement of the year.
“For days, I’ve been fantasizing about having you pinned like this, my little bitch. Do you know how fucking distracting you are?”
She squealed when his cock bumped against her G-spot, making her fight to get away, but he held her down without the slightest effort.
“You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you,” he growled, angling his hips to grind against the spot again and again. His free hand slid downward, past her hip, to delve between her legs and pinch at her aching clit.
She quivered beneath him, freezing in place as the pressure within her built painfully high then crested. He pinched again, hard.
Oh . . . my . . . fuck . . .
She screamed as her orgasm finally claimed her, the sound splitting her own ears, but she was helpless to stop. He pummeled into her, grunting like an animal, giving her more cock than she could comfortably handle, but the pain and his unrestrained lust were exactly what she craved. God, he was going to break her, but she wanted to be broken.
One orgasm slid into the next, pain mixed with ecstasy, and dragged her through yet another excruciating climax. His fingers working tirelessly beneath her as he crushed her to the bed. He forced her body to come until she was begging to stop, her words nothing more than garbled nonsense.
He growled. He leaned back onto his knees and grabbed her hips with both hands, then pulled her up to meet his frenzied thrusts, crushing her with his hands as he roared and spent into her. Every twitch and jerk of his cock made her moan piteously, grateful it was over, yet sad he was going to stop.
When his storm had past, he parted her thighs and knelt between them, coaxing her to stay in the face down, ass up position even though her legs were vibrating with exhaustion. He thrust lazily into her, and traced her anus with the tip of his finger, making her shudder and squirm until the weird sensation, the taboo of it, made her come again one last time. She collapsed limply underneath him, gasping as he withdrew. She already missed the feel of him inside her. The mattress dipped as he settled next to her, and gravity rolled her against his hard chest.
Shyness made her inch away, her enjoyment of the glow and soreness of her body starting to fade as she recalled how many of her facades he’d knocked down. Any hope she’d had of preserving some of her dignity around him had been demolished. Letting a man see her vulnerable side was one thing, but no one had ever brought her to the raw and primal place he’d found. It was heady and frightening, and she needed to collect the shreds of her armor and make it into something she could hide behind again. This whole experience had been so fucking satisfying, but how could he respect her as a potential equal on the job if he’d laid so much of her psyche bare?
She’d get up and leave. That would show him how tough she was. Maybe he’d believe the submission had been an act. It would throw him off-balance, at least, right?
When she sat up to go, an arm encircled her ribcage, and pulled her back toward him until she was firmly little-spooned against his body. “Where do you think you’re going?” he rumbled. The roughness of his voice made the small hairs on the back of her neck stir, and she had to force back a moan. Her body still remembered the feel of him inside her, and craved more. As did her mind.
“I-I don’t know. I was going to get dressed.”
He groaned and pulled her even tighter. “No. You can’t leave yet.”
She snorted. “You do know that what happened between us tonight doesn’t give you any kind of right to keep me here against my will.” The words sounded tough, but deep inside, she secretly hoped he wouldn’t let her go.
When he didn’t answer, or loosen his grip, she started to relax. They laid together a long while, until his breathing was so deep she thought he’d fallen asleep. She should be feeling too vulnerable like this—too attached. But her eyelids were heavy and thinking rationally was becoming difficult.
Just when she was beginning to drift off, he made room between them and rolled her to her back so he could look down at her. Fox, more relaxed than she’d ever seen him, propped on one elbow, eyes sleepy, was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen—then he smiled and it got even better. He wrapped a lock of her hair around one of his fingers and gave it a tug.
“Well, Trouble . . . how about I go clean up, and when I get back, I’ll help you think of reasons to stay the night.” With a flash of a smile, he sat up. “Be right back.”
He rose from the bed and walked to the attached bathroom, and the sight of his broad back and tight ass made her bite her lip in involuntary appreciation.
Maybe she’d stay this once.
***
A hand on her shoulder shook her awake.
