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Ipress my body against Alec’s as he wraps his big arms around me, twisting until I’m underneath him. I barely notice because it positions his hips between my thighs, and my whole being focuses on the places we touch. Maybe it’s muscle memory; maybe it’s pure primal lust. Whatever the reason, it’s instinctual how I respond to him when he touches me. My legs immediately wrap around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. No hesitation. Not anymore. I may only be certain about one thing in my life now, and it’s him.

His heavy weight settles over me, grounding me and pinning me to the bed. The rock-hard body I’ve been admiring when I thought no one was looking is now all mine to explore, to enjoy, and I plan to make the most of every second. As he kisses me deeply, I map his strong back with my hands, something I’ve been dying to do for a while—even if I hadn’t admitted it to myself before now. If I had to choose a favorite part of Alec, this would be a contender. It’s strong and wide, expertly hewn with hard muscle and smooth under my touch. I’m sure a lot of women would go for his equally lickable abs and Adonis belt, but there’s something about the way his wide shoulders taper to his waist that really does it for me.

I’m so in his thrall that when he begins to rock his hips to grind against me, I moan so loud it shocks me a little. His briefs and the thin excuse for silk underwear I have underneath the dress are the only material separating us. We may as well be naked. I can feel every glorious inch of him.

Alec works the thick, hard ridge of his cock against my throbbing, needy center. I could come from this alone, I realize. I break the kiss and throw my head back, needing to breathe, but the air around us has grown thick and hot. I pull in deep inhales but can’t seem to catch my breath.

Undeterred, Alec skims his lips along the line of my throat, biting down at the tender skin just under my jaw. I want to draw it out and explore the rest of his body with as much patience as I did his chest, but the desire inside me is racing to a fever pitch. When I can focus long enough, I tear my dress off and throw it blindly somewhere in the direction of the dresser. Alec gives me enough space to unhook the matching black bra, and it follows in the same direction as the dress.

Even though he’s undoubtedly seen me naked countless times, his eyes feast on my bared breasts like it’s the first time he’s seen them. His head dips down, and his lips find a pebbled nipple with unerring precision. He sucks it deep into his mouth and alternates between licking the sensitive tip and sucking hard. I cry out in surprise and delight, rocking my hips against his hard cock, straining to get as close to him as possible.

“Please, Alec. I need you.” The words sound like they’re coming from another woman’s mouth, but it’s my own voice I’m hearing. Needy. Desperate. Dare I even say sexy?

Alec glances up at me. He has one hand cupping my breast for his pleasure, the pink nipple glistening, wet, and visible in what little light there is in the room. Pinching it between his fingers, he rolls it gently but hard enough that I feel the answering thrum in my lower belly. “Does that sweet pussy need me?” he asks as his fingers replace his lips.

My cheeks flush. The way he talks makes me want to do crazy, wild things. It makes me proud I can make such a wholesome, kind man so filthy. The words are stuck in my throat, so I can only nod down at him.

One of his hands goes to the waistband of my panties. He traces the edge with a fingertip and then molds his hand over the damp center, the heat blistering me from the inside out. I throw my head against the pillow and thrash from side to side. He seems determined to tease me into insanity even though I’m the one who started this.

“Not gonna do anything until you answer me. Tell me what you want.”

“You.” There. That’s honest. I can’t think of anything else I want more at this moment.

He pushes aside the fabric and bares me to his searing gaze. “Oh, baby, you are wet for me, aren’t you? I bet this needy little pussy would swallow me right up. Tell me how much you want it,” he demands.

“I want it,” I repeat. “I want it so much. Please give it to me.” I am mindless at this point. I’d give him anything he wanted. Tell him anything he wants.

“What do you want? Be specific.” He drops down to a forearm, his free hand teasing my swollen, throbbing clit.

The desperate emptiness inside me has me begging, “Fill me up, please. I want you inside me.” I should be shocked to hear those words coming from my mouth, but his naked dirty talk is apparently contagious.

His answering hedonistic grin is consolation enough. And then he says, “That’s a good girl. That’s my good fucking girl.” And all shame is gone. I like knowing that I can turn him on just as much as he does me. Not a random woman, not a stranger. Not even the woman who used to be his wife. He wants me, for me. That’s all I’ve ever needed to know.

Without pause, he pulls my panties down my legs and shocks the hell out of me when he presses them to his nose, inhaling deeply. Oh god. That shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but the look on his face has me writhing under him.

He hovers over me and whispers, “You smell so fucking good. Open your mouth.”

I do as he says because it turns me on to do things he likes. He balls up the panties and puts them in my mouth. The scent of me fills my nose, and it’s a heady, drugging thing.

“I want you to taste how much you want me when I am inside you,” he murmurs.

Unable to speak, all I can do is nod and watch as he strips off his briefs, giving me the barest glimpse of his cock. It’s only enough = for me to realize that there’s no way in hell that thing will fit. I’m both eager to have him inside me and a little uneasy about how he’ll get there.

As though he can read my mind—or perhaps he sees how wide my eyes have gotten—he produces a bottle of lube and lays it next to me on the bed. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” Still a little hesitant, I shift, unable to talk because my mouth is full. His smile spreads slowly, wickedly, and if I could frown at him, I would. Maybe there’s a bit of a sadist in him because I think he’s enjoying this. “You can take it all.”

I shake my head from side to side because part of me doesn’t quite believe him. He looks like he could split me wide open.

He leans forward to kiss my forehead. “If you want to stop, you can take those out at any time, okay?”

I nod because I’m curious to see how he thinks he’s going to manage this and because I want him so badly now it hurts.

He tests my wetness with two thick fingers, thrusting them deep inside me. I moan, forgetting about my nerves and apprehension. I sob for air around the fabric of my panties and palm my breasts, scissoring the sensitive tips between my fingers. Alec notices and teases my clit with an expert thumb. “That’s my fucking girl. Show me what feels good. Get yourself ready for me.”

As I pinch and squeeze my nipples, he wets the head of his dick at the entrance to my pussy. He won’t even need any lube; that’s how wet I am. I’m trembling all over with anticipation. Maybe some apprehension. That sharp bite of something akin to fear has me practically dripping.

One big, tanned hand holds my thighs spread wide while the other guides the head of his cock inside in one gentle push. I wiggle my hips and bite down on the material in my mouth to bear it.

“That’s it, baby. You can take it. You can take all I’ve got to give you, can’t you?”

I’m not sure I can, but I love it when he praises me, so I nod wildly. He thrusts again, forcing another inch inside me. The sensation of stretching around him consumes me. My eyes flutter closed, and he thrusts again, and finally, his thick cock is fully inside. He fills me to the point of delicious pain, but it hurts so good all I can do is gasp around the panties in my mouth.

He shoves my thighs up and wide to circle his waist, opening me to every hard, unrepentant thrust. I lose the capacity for coherent speech as his cock hits deep with precision. The friction of his girth, steady, consuming pace, and the knowledge that he’s mine, all mine if I’ll have him, has me clenching around him. The orgasm seizes me in a vicious tangle, exploding behind my now closed eyelids and spreading throughout my body.

Because he’s not only mine, now.

I’m his.

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