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“This pussy is going to be my obsession,” he utters thickly, groaning as my sheath constricts around his pistoning fingers. “Christ, it already is.”
He increases his tempo, and his kiss becomes something even wilder. The torment is relentless, maddeningly good. But it’s not enough. He’s not giving me what I really want. What I need.
My hands find his cock again. Unzipping his pants the rest of the way, I reach into his boxer briefs and pull his erection free. He breaks our kiss and exhales a low moan as I take hold of him. Curses tightly against my jaw line as I squeeze him and run my fingers along the veined underside of his shaft.
I haven’t forgotten how powerful his cock felt in my hand that first time, but right now the silken, steely length feels immense, formidable. I stroke him appreciatively, hungrily, reveling in the sharp flex of his hips as his body pumps in time with my movements, his cock swelling even larger within my grasp.
Still, I need more.
Shifting on my feet, I push him backward a step. I see the flicker of surprise in his darkened gaze—the hesitance to give me this much control. My hands still wrapped around him, stroking every delicious inch of him from broad tip to balls and back again, I meet his challenging stare with my own. “When I see something I want, I reach for it too.”
His faint smirk doesn’t escape my notice as I sink down onto my knees before him. My discarded sweatpants offer a thin cushion, but if the marble floor is hard and cold beneath me, I don’t notice. Leaning forward, I lick my way around the crown of his cock, lapping at the salty drop of wetness I find at its tip.
Nick’s hand tangles in my loose hair as I begin to explore the rest of him, my tongue memorizing his intoxicating taste and texture. His strong legs are spread to allow me access, one hand braced on the wall behind me as if he needs something solid to ground him. “Fuck, that feels good. Ah, Christ, baby.”
I close my lips around him and draw him deep into my mouth, savoring the heat and power of this man who’s turning me into something wanton. Someone fearless and bold. Someone I barely recognize.
Someone I’ve never allowed myself to be with anyone else.
With Nick, all I know is need. It’s pure, untainted. Primal and raw.
Although I could feast on him for hours, he drags me off him all too soon, hoisting me roughly to my feet. He grips my shoulders in his strong hands, his eyes searing me with the ferocity of his gaze. On a curse, he hauls me to him and claims my mouth in a ravenous kiss. “I’m done playing now. I need to fuck you.”
“Yes,” I agree, my voice thready.
I only notice just now that he’s still wearing his blazer. As he shrugs out of it, he reaches into an inside pocket and withdraws a condom packet. I can’t help arching a brow at him.
“Awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you, Mr. Baine?”
“Always.” The corner of his mouth twitches with a wicked smile. “But I also believe in leaving nothing to chance. And I need to be inside you, Ms. Ross. Now.”
He kisses me hard and long and deep, and I feel him maneuvering to put on the condom. Before I know what he’s doing, his hands cup my bottom and he’s lifting me onto my toes, spreading me open as his cock finds its position between my legs. He teases me with a few wet slides of our bodies against each other before he guides himself to my entrance and slams home, beginning the driving rhythm we both crave.
Holding me aloft in his hands, he commands every thrust, every impaling plunge. I cry out with the impossible fullness of him inside me as he lifts me to the crown of his cock, then settles me all the way to his root. His tempo isn’t gentle, but then, gentle isn’t what I want from him. From the wild look in his eyes and the savage grimace that twists his mouth as he fucks me so thoroughly up against the foyer wall, I don’t think gentle is what either one of us needs right now.
Our need is carnal, urgent. And it feels so good, so achingly right. My orgasm is building, rising swiftly, powerfully. I close my eyes to the immense force of the pleasure that’s spiraling through me. I’m overcome by how desperately I need this.
Need him.
Nick’s hot breath skims my cheek. “Open for me, Avery. Let me see you come.”
My lids lift. I have no choice but to do what he says, because I’m there at the edge now. I’m panting his name, whimpering as my orgasm takes hold of me. I break apart on a strangled scream, staring into his eyes as my release jolts through me.
Nick doesn’t let up his rhythm for a second. He doesn’t show me an ounce of mercy. And I love it. Clutching his broad shoulders, I writhe on him as he continues to drive into me, supporting all of my weight on his palms and forearms. I thrash and buck, my entire body shuddering as my core convulses with wave after wave of violent, shattering bliss.
It’s not until I start to sag against him, my head dropping onto his shoulder, that I feel Nick’s hold on me shift. He’s still hard inside me, our bodies still intimately joined, though he hasn’t yet come.
“Wrap your arms around my neck, baby. Hang on to me.”
I do, and then we’re moving. Away from the foyer, into the living room.
Nick carries me as if I weigh nothing, an added turn-on that also strikes me as ridiculously romantic. But that’s where his softness ends. When we reach the sofa, he sets me down onto my feet. I groan in protest as our bodies separate. Without a word, he strips off my T-shirt, then makes quick work of the buttons on his white dress shirt and throws the clothing aside. His cock is still as erect as when we started—in fact, more so. Even if it wasn’t, his scorching gaze leaves no room to wonder if he’s finished with me.
“Turn around.”
I stagger on boneless legs, hurrying to obey his rough command. When I’m facing away from him, he folds me over the arm of the sofa. My ass is in the air, my sex and backside totally exposed to him. I hear dark approval in the low growl that escapes him. I feel power and demand in the hot skate of his palm as it trails fire along the length of my spine.
His hand travels farther down, between the cheeks of my ass, his fingers stroking me indecently, exploring every inch of my nudity. I feel him part me wide open, then to my shock—to my unspeakable pleasure—he kneels down and buries his face between my legs. I clutch at the sofa cushions as his mouth and tongue flick hotly, wetly, along the entire seam of my body. He works his way down to my clit and sucks the swollen pearl into his mouth. As he does this, he pushes one finger into my vagina and eases another into the tight rosebud of my anus, which he’s made slick with his tongue and my own juices.
