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The cool glass knob slid along her tongue, and he pushed it all the way in until the smooth rounded tip hit the back of her throat and the pretty flowered base touched her lips. Watching her in the mirror, he fucked her mouth with the sphere a few times, until he was satisfied with how the glass glistened with her saliva.
“This is to get you ready for what’s going to happen later tonight, and a little added pleasure to me fucking you now,” he told her.
With her legs still spread, he had easy access to her back entrance, and he guided the large plug into her ass, gradually increasing the pressure past the initial resistant ring of tight muscles, then deeper still. When the entire toy was seated all the way in, she moaned at the fullness, knowing she was going to feel even more overwhelmed once Mac penetrated her, too.
Rubbing the tip of his cock through the wetness between her legs, he notched the head against her slick opening, grabbed her hips to hold her steady, and without any other warning, he drove into her all the way to the hilt, until there was nowhere left to go. Despite the dresser being anchored to the wall, the force and depth of that initial thrust made everything on top rattle.
Mac groaned as her body instinctively tightened around him, and he didn’t give her much time to catch her breath before he was f
ucking her the way he liked best, each deep, vigorous stroke backed with power and ruthless precision. He was not a man with a small dick, and between his thick cock and the anal toy, she felt completely consumed by him and the way he filled her, again and again.
While he’d once feared his intensity and aggression would scare her, he’d come to discover that she enjoyed his uncivilized possession of her body just as much. The merciless sensation of being claimed. Being his to do with as he pleased. And how his lust and desire for her escalated her own gratification.
“Put your hand between your legs and rub your clit while I fuck you,” he ordered brusquely, his gaze on her bare, bouncing breasts in the mirror. “Do not come until I say you can.”
She didn’t hesitate to eagerly follow his command, her fingers sliding along her sex to gather moisture, then coming back to circle the taut flesh, already sensitive to the touch. Between her already being on edge and the rapid-fire pump of Mac’s hips against her ass from behind, her arousal climbed so fast her legs began to quiver and she had to lift her fingers from her clit so she didn’t disobey him and come too soon.
He kissed the back of her neck and licked along her bare shoulder. “Are you ready, baby?”
Her whimper was filled with a wealth of need. “Yes, please.”
“Soon,” he teased, forcing her to keep her orgasm at bay.
He nipped at the side of her throat above the choker, then took her delicate skin between his teeth, exerting just enough pressure to make her gasp in protest when she realized what he intended to do. He was going to mark her.
“Brent, no,” she pleaded, to no avail.
Eyes on hers in the mirror, he ignored her objection and bit down harder and sucked, the slight sting making her cry out and buck her hips back against his, which only drove him deeper and made him grunt in satisfaction.
“You. Are. Mine.” Each word was punctuated with a hard, jarring, impaling thrust inside her. “And now, everyone will know it.”
She was so overwhelmed by all the sensations battering her, she could only manage a soft moan of agreement as she put her fingers to her clit again, her need to climax beyond her need to breathe.
Mac couldn’t pull her hair since she’d worn it up, so he instead wrapped his hand around her neck and gripped her hip with his other fingers, holding her right where he wanted Stephanie while he wrecked her in the most exquisite way imaginable—taking her deeper, faster, hotter, higher—creating a swell of desire that was so enormous she could barely contain it.
“Come for me,” he ground out, giving her the permission she desperately needed to end her own sensual torment. “Let me feel how much your tight, eager pussy needs this. How much it needs me.”
Her fingers moved faster over her clit, harder, and her orgasm crested in a burst of pleasure that had her crying out and surrendering to the ecstasy pulsing through her entire body. Those internal muscles convulsed around Mac’s hard flesh, gripping and squeezing his cock with each thrust, until his own restraint finally shattered.
He came with a deep, unraveling groan that was like the most seductive music to Stephanie’s ears because it meant this always-composed, in-control man had one weakness. Her.
Chapter Three
They were forty minutes late to The Players Club and the small, intimate party Mac had arranged in the lower-level VIP lounge of the mansion. As soon as they walked into the area that was cordoned off with a red velvet rope and a sign that said PRIVATE PARTY, Kendall and Paige whisked Stephanie over to a high-top table where the rest of her friends were waiting, along with a bottle of champagne and empty glasses to be filled.
Not surprisingly, it appeared the men had gathered in conversation on one side of the room, and the women had formed their own group on the other, and Mac let Stephanie go and visit with her friends. For now, this birthday celebration was for Stephanie to enjoy. To be the center of attention before she was his, alone, for the rest of the night.
Mac watched as Jillian popped the cork on the bottle of champagne and filled the flutes. The six women raised and clinked their glasses together in a toast, took a drink, then chatter and laughter ensued. He saw Raina touch the side of Stephanie’s neck and raise a speculative brow as she said something to Mac’s fiancée, who issued some kind of reply as she cast a playfully accusing look over her shoulder at him.
The girls must have guessed why she was late, not that he gave a fuck. Instead, he graced the ladies with an unrepentant grin, confirming what they were all assuming. That he’d had his wicked way with the birthday girl.
Dean Noble—his business partner, best friend since the military, and Jillian’s husband—approached him with two lowball glasses with about an inch of dark liquor in each, one of which he handed to Mac.
The other man shook his head in mock disbelief, even as his gaze glimmered with humor. “Jesus, you couldn’t wait just a little while longer to get your dick in your fiancée so she could at least be here on time for her own party?”
Mac took a sip of his Crown Royal. “What makes you think my dick is the reason we’re late?” It was a moot question, considering over the course of nearly twenty years, Dean had seen Mac at his best and his worst, and yeah, he’d easily recognize the signs that Mac had taken advantage of Stephanie just a short while ago.
Dean casually swirled the liquor in his glass. “Let’s see . . . first, there’s that cocky, satisfied look on your face that’s a dead giveaway. Add to that the blush on Stephanie’s face when you walked in more than just fashionably late, and then there’s what appears to be a fresh bite mark on her neck that even the other girls have noticed. So yeah, I’d say your unruly dick got the best of you.”
