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I bit back a smile, finding it funny that I was completely naked save for my white sneakers. And I guess my choker. But when I looked back up, Iain didn’t seem to share in my amusement. He had a dark look in his eyes, still stroking his cock as he drank me in, his gaze lingering on my sneakered feet before he brought it up my bare legs, from my calves up to my thighs, till he landed on my pussy.

By the time his eyes met mine again, his jaw was slack.

“Go to the bedroom,” he instructed.

So I did. And the whole way over, I felt the heat of his stare on my backside. It had me warm all over despite the burst of chills that erupted over my skin as I pushed open the door and laid my eyes on the big white bed Iain would soon be fucking me on.

It was covered in plush sheets and more pillows than any one person needed. Smoothing my hands over the down comforter, I climbed onto the bed on all fours, kicking my sneakers off in the process and hearing them hit the ground with two soft thuds.

Then I heard the sound of Iain’s curt laughter.

“Christ, Holland.”

I turned around in bed, drawing my legs instinctively to my chest and leaning back on my hands as I watched him stride toward me, his hungry stare fixed on me as he one-handed the buttons of his shirt. I blinked.

“What?” I asked, though the word barely breathed out because his shirt was open now, giving me the view of that deep-carved line between his pecs and the chiseled glory of his abs. I couldn’t look away even as he stood at the edge of the bed now.

“I should’ve fucked you from behind for crawling on your hands and knees like that,” he muttered as his shirt hit the floor and jerked my attention to the glorious V of his hip bones. They were outrageously defined, tapering perfectly and drawing my helpless gaze down their path till I landed on that thickly veined cock he was now stretching a condom over.

“Well…” I swallowed as I peered up at him. “Why don’t you?” I asked, my eyes then trailing from his bicep to his forearm as he reached forward to gently cup my ankle.

Then I yelped as he yanked me swiftly to the edge of the bed, his gaze on me as he pried my legs open and positioned himself between them.

“Because I’d be too rough with you,” he answered plainly.

Oh.

Duly noted, I thought, feeling a little smirk curl on my lips.

“So you are going to be gentle with me,” I said softly, watching from my elbows as Iain firmly gripped my inner thigh, doing that thing where he tilted his head and carefully gazed at my pussy, as if assessing my wetness.

A small gasp burst from my lips as he pressed his cock against my entrance then looked at me.

“I never said that either.”

The words sent a shiver up my spine. And before it could settle, he was on top of me, his six-pack rippling before my eyes as he pressed his forearm next to my shoulder. The length of his torso stretched over my body as he crushed his mouth to my breasts. I moaned, arching my back as he rubbed my clit with his pulsing tip, all while swirling his tongue over my nipple once, then twice before greedily sucking on it like he’d waited far too long for a taste. He didn’t bother being quiet either and something about that turned me on like no other. It just made me feel irresistible. Delectable.

My fingers were thrust in his hair by the time his hot mouth made its way up to my neck. Everywhere his breath went it left a trail of want on my skin, tempting and teasing me, making me breathe out a needy yes when he finally buried an open-mouthed kiss just above my choker.

Holy fuck.

That tongue.

It pulsed and laved against me, maddeningly slow at first but then a little faster, driving me wild, forcing another moan to expel from my lips—so long and loud this time that Iain gave a hungry rumble and nudged his wide crown against the lips of my sex.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes,” I answered fast. “Yes. Please.”

He paused for only a moment, rubbing himself over my length one more time.

Then he pushed into me, forcing me to gasp and clench when I realized what his thickness meant when it was in my pussy. He felt huge. Like hot stone inside me. Already he was stretching me and filling me, and I knew he wasn’t even all the way in.

“Wait,” I breathed out, pressing urgent palms flat on his chest and forcing him to push into me slowly—so slowly that I could see his stare hardening, his teeth clenching, then gnashing in torment. He looked displeased. Like he wasn’t used to waiting. Like he only had one speed and needed to fuck me like an animal already. But despite that, his pace slowed for me, his abs fully contracted as he entered me inch by hard inch.

And once he was all the way inside me, my breath hitched in my throat. On my elbows, I inhaled in short, sharp gasps. And though I was staring down at where our bodies were joined, I could feel the heat of Iain watching every second of me, his attention fully trained on me as he began to move between my legs.

His first few strokes were deceiving—so languid and easy that I found myself breathing again, letting my legs fall open as my core muscles fluttered and unclenched. Slowly, I felt everything relax, my body starting to enjoy the heavy surge of his cock inside me.

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