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The sensitive head of his cock was already fitted against the slick opening of her body, and he flexed his hips, slowly working his way inside her, feeling her channel stretch to accommodate his width. Just a few inches in, and her eyes flared wide with shock at the intense pressure of him filling her. She sucked in a quick breath, tensing beneath him, which caused her inner muscles to constrict around his shaft like a little vise of pleasure.
He groaned raggedly, and even though she was incredibly wet and his dick was already coated with her slick moisture, he had to resist the urge to thrust hard and fast and deep and bury himself to the hilt in all that tight heat. Instead, with a tenderness he wasn’t even aware he possessed when it came to sex with a woman, he brushed strands of hair away from her flushed face and held her gaze, despite the fact that his blood was on fucking fire.
“Are you okay?” he asked, skimming his thumb along her soft, warm cheek. “If it’s too much and you need me to stop—”
“Don’t stop,” she panted, even though her eyes were glazed over with discomfort. “It burns, but I want more. I want all of you.”
Jesus Christ. Her words made him crazy with desire and lust. Need flared through him, hot and unrelenting, and with gritted teeth, he continued to ease his hips forward in slow increments, sinking deeper as Arabella whimpered and writhed beneath him. He came up against a tighter barrier, and she must have realized exactly where he was and what was about to happen, because she wrapped her legs against the backs of his thighs and did her best to keep him from withdrawing even the slightest bit.
She looked up at him with soft, trusting eyes, even though she was tied down and he held all the control. “I don’t want you to be gentle or careful, Maddux,” she rasped. “Just do it.”
He exhaled a harsh breath and pushed his fingers through her hair on either side of her head, holding her immobile. “It’s going to hurt, and I’m so fucking sorry.”
Knowing there was no easy way to get around the inevitable, he shoved his hips forward in one hard, fast thrust, driving his way past the restricting flesh until every inch of his cock impaled her. She screamed and arched beneath him, and as much as he knew he ought to give her time to adjust to being filled so full, once he was thoroughly encased in all that silken heat, there was no holding back his need to completely claim Arabella and make her his.
It was that primitive thought that urged him to move in and out of her in long, slow, deep strokes that had her body liquifying around his cock and the initial look of pain on her face shifting to something more blissful as her body gradually softened, relaxed, and accepted all of him without any resistance. He maintained a steady rhythm that was more about creating as much pleasure as he could for her given the situation, rather than causing any more pain or discomfort, and in a few minutes’ time, she bit her lower lip and started to moan softly, sensually. Her lashes fluttered closed, and her head tipped back as her hips began moving in a natural counterpoint to his lengthening, grinding thrusts.
It was unrealistic to expect her to orgasm the first time he fucked her when she was most likely sore and sensitive, and he figured they had the rest of the night for him to make up for his lack of finesse when his own release was barreling through him at warp speed and he wasn’t going to last much longer.
He buried his face against the side of her neck, the rhythm of his pumping hips becoming faster and more erratic. “You feel so fucking good,” he groaned into her ear, knowing that things were about to get wilder and rougher than he’d intended with her. “I’m going to come so fucking hard and deep inside you.”
“Do it,” she urged him huskily, rubbing her cheek against his, her legs wrapping higher and tighter around his waist to lock him close. “I want to feel it. All of it.”
Jesus fuck. How was it that Arabella was the one bound to his bed, yet she’d somehow managed to steal the control from him with those words and that request that went straight to his cock and hurtled him right over the edge of sanity and straight into a pleasure so electric and intense it overwhelmed his senses?
His shout of satisfaction roared in his ears as his orgasm jolted through him like lightning, triggering jet after jet of semen pulsing along the length of his shaft. Spots danced in front of his eyes, and Maddux’s entire body stiffened and jerked uncontrollably as Arabella’s tight body milked every last bit of come from his dick.
With a low, guttural groan, Maddux wondered how, after spending all o
f his adult life without experiencing the taste of heaven on earth Arabella had just given him, he was going to give up this woman when the time came to let her go.
He didn’t have a choice, he reminded himself. Despite their agreement, despite taking her virginity, she wasn’t his to keep and never would be.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Arabella struggled at work the following day. She struggled not to yawn at inopportune times because she’d gotten only a fraction of her normal sleep since she’d been otherwise distracted. She struggled to keep her mind on the archiving tasks at hand when her thoughts kept drifting to her erotic night with Maddux and all the places she was now tender as a result of finally relinquishing her V-card to a very well-endowed man. She found herself daydreaming about dawn, when she’d awakened to her new lover spooning her from behind, his hard pillar of flesh prodding her ass as he kissed and nuzzled her neck and fondled her breasts.
She bit her bottom lip to hold in a groan as those hot, arousing memories filled her head and intruded on her concentration. Considering how sore she’d been after her first time with Maddux, there had been no way she could have accommodated his morning wood. But when she’d asked him to show her how to pleasure him with her mouth, he’d been more than willing to teach her what he liked best, and she’d been an enthusiastic student. Between his dirty, filthy words as he’d coached her to suck him off and the way his hand fisted in her hair as he’d guided the rhythm and depth of her mouth along the length of his shaft, her own body had throbbed with renewed desire.
It was all the things she’d imagined oral sex with him to be like, which she’d fantasized about since the morning he’d told her to get on her knees in the kitchen . . . right before they’d been interrupted.
She’d moaned with delight around his cock, and with him reclining against the headboard and her positioned between his spread legs, he’d had a direct view of his dick sliding past her wet lips, her opening as wide as she could and doing her best to swallow him, and learning to relax her gag reflexes when he hit the back of her throat. The last part hadn’t been easy, but with him buried as deep as he could go in her mouth, and his hand holding the back of her head in place, she’d learned quickly to breathe through her nose and not choke on the head of his dick.
Hearing him groan and feeling his big body shudder in pleasure as she licked and sucked and savored his cock completely turned her on, too. Made her so restless and enflamed she felt as though she could orgasm without a touch.
“You like sucking me off, don’t you, sweet, filthy girl?” he’d murmured as he eased back to let her catch her breath before sliding his shaft right back in again, forcing himself a little deeper.
With her mouth full, she’d whimpered her reply and cast her eager gaze up to his so he could see for himself how much she enjoyed pleasing him, how much she loved sharing something so hot and erotic and intimate with him.
“Finger your pussy,” he’d ordered gruffly, and she’d gladly obeyed.
Her hand moved down between her thighs, her fingers sliding through flesh already so slick and needy she almost jumped at the contact. Her clit was swollen and stiff and aching, and she knew it would only take a few firm strokes to make herself climax.
“Don’t you dare fucking come until I do,” he growled, his amber eyes rimmed with a fiery gold and his features etched with lust as he flexed his hips, reminding her who was in charge and shifting her attention back to the slow, wicked drag of his cock along her tongue and the insistent press of his hand against the back of her head as he pushed all the way back in.
Stroking her drenched folds and bringing herself to the edge of orgasm, then backing off before it completely consumed her was the sweetest kind of torture. And as her desire grew, as her need for release clawed at her restraint, she doubled her efforts to get him off, sucking him more greedily, more deeply, more eagerly, already knowing his climax would directly trigger hers.
His breathing grew choppy and erratic. Beneath the hand she’d placed on his thigh, she felt his muscles tense. His hips jerked, and he groaned as the thick vein in his cock pulsed against her tongue, and the hot, male taste of him flooded her mouth.
