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‘I can see why your skills are legendary. You’re exceptionally good at that,’ she said, even though it was probably the understatement of the century. He wasn’t good—the man was a maestro.
His expression became shuttered, his eyes losing that tempting twinkle, the smile dying. ‘Thanks.’
She crossed her arms over her breasts, the brittle response exposing her. She hadn’t meant to insult him, but somehow she had. The moment of regret and confusion was followed by the sharp stab of annoyance. Why should she care that she’d upset him, touched a nerve? This wasn’t complicated sex, it was very, very simple sex. And the only reason he’d tongued her to orgasm so selflessly was because he wanted the same in return.
She wrapped her fingers around his thrusting erection. The best way to thank him was to give him what he wanted—and make him come until he collapsed too. Brent O’Neill might be the ultimate lover in bed, but that was all he was to her.
She glided her thumb over the tip of his penis, eager to have him wedged inside her. ‘How about that blow job? It’s payback time.’
He gripped her wrist to hold her off. ‘The BJ can wait. Right now I need to fuck you. I hope to hell you have condoms, because I don’t.’
She nodded, the crude demand a relief.
Stumbling off the sofa, she grabbed her bag and came back to find him standing, waiting for her. Tall and indomitable, the moment of regret wiped from his face. He tugged the bag from her, dumping the contents to pluck the box of condoms from the debris strewn across the sofa. She should have been outraged, but the thought that he was as desperate as she to get this encounter back on track was a balm to the ragged feeling in her soul.
He tore off the packaging, rolled the condom on. Grasping her upper arm, he bent her over the back of the sofa, positioning her so that her naked bottom was thrust into the air.
Large hands bracketed her hips as she pushed her palms into the sofa cushions to
stop from falling forward. ‘I hope you like it rough, because I’m all out of finesse.’
‘Rough is good. I don’t need finesse,’ she said, and meant it, despite the surge of panic as the broad head of his penis parted her folds.
She stifled a groan as the wide shaft surged deep, the slick juices allowing him to stretch her to the limit in one powerful thrust.
‘Christ, you’re so tight. Is that okay?’
She panted, the thick intrusion overwhelming, excessive. ‘Shut up and fuck me, Brent.’
She wanted rough, she wanted oblivion, she didn’t want to feel or think anymore. All she needed was the fast adrenaline rush of hot sweaty tub-thumping sex.
He took her at her word. Gripping her hips, he pumped into her. Drew out, pounded back, forcing her muscles to release, to relax and let him in. All of him.
She grunted, shocked by the depth of his penetration.
Jesus, she hadn’t taken all of him yet?
Her dazed mind refused to engage as each powerful thrust took him deeper, further, until it felt as if the mammoth erection reached all the way to her throat. He clutched her breasts, capturing the swollen nipples, holding her steady for the relentless pounding. Her hips hit the sofa with the force of his thrusts. Desire built, hard and fast, as his penis worked a spot inside her no man had ever found before.
Did she have a G-spot after all? She’d never come before from penetration alone. But maybe...?
She sobbed, his grunts drowning out the sound of their sweat-slicked bodies slapping together as he dug deeper, again and again. The whirlpool of intense pleasure swirled around her but held her trapped, and wouldn’t let her fall.
‘Don’t stop, that’s it, right...’ she panted. ‘Yes...there.’
She hovered, perilously close to the brink, her mind floating now, drifting, as sensation battered her, the brutal rhythm driving her onwards, upwards. Nearer, and nearer, but never getting her close enough.
‘I can’t come...’ she cried. How could she be so high and yet unable to fall? ‘It’s too much.’
‘The hell it is.’ He changed the angle suddenly, freeing one hand to find her clitoris. Locating the swollen bud, he thrust hard as the perfect pinch sent her plummeting over the cliff. The devastating orgasm crashed through her in endless waves. Brutal, raw, all-consuming—so much more shattering than before.
‘Keep coming, goddamn it, and milk me dry.’
She barely felt the sting as he laid his hand across her behind.
And barely heard his agonised shout as he tumbled after moments later.
Chapter Five
