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He flicked up a brow. “Well, what’s it gonna be?”
Not ready to verbally submit, I instead let my body relax.
His eyes warmed. “Good girl. Now keep riding my fingers. Yeah, like that.” He slid his hand from my jaw around to fist the hair at the back of my head tight enough to make my scalp sting.
There was no hiding my body’s reaction from him. No hiding how my inner walls rippled at the bite of pain.
His eyes narrowed in speculation. “You like it when it hurts a little, don’t you?”
I didn’t answer. I worked the buttons of his black shirt as I kept impaling myself on his fingers. Then I was spreading the shirt open and, good God, he was perfect. All whip-cord muscles and inked skin.
I fumbled with his fly, somehow managing to undo it.Success.I grabbed his cock through his black boxer shorts and squeezed hard. “I want this in me. Now.”
Kaiser withdrew his fingers. “Too fucking bad.” He tipped me over, putting me flat on my back, the bastard. “I’m not ready yet.” Gripping my hips, he yanked them upward just as he leaned forward and clamped his mouth around my pussy.
My head fell back.Oh, God. That mouth of his … I just wanted to keep it. Like a toy. Because it was goddamn fabulous at pretty much everything it did. Especially at eating pussy, it would seem. That tongue of his licked and swiped and circled and stabbed andfeltso fucking good.
I gripped the edges of the seat, my nails scrabbling at the leather. Each wet lash of pleasure fed the wicked tension building inside me, until it almost became unbearable. I was gonna come. Or cry. Possibly both.
I raised my head to look at him. Christ, the sight made my breath hitch. Those lips I’d kissed a thousand times in poster-form were currently wrapped around my clit, suckling it with addictive rhythmic pulses andfuck, fuck, fuckI couldn’t take it. The pleasure building in my stomach exploded outward.
I came hard with a hoarse scream, my back arching like a bow, barely feeling the sting as he bit into my inner thigh. Waves of sheer euphoria thundered through me again and again until, finally, my release subsided.
I slumped back onto the sofa, my chest heaving, my mouth bone dry.
He released my hips. “Don’t. Move.”
I couldn’t have even if I’d wanted to. Instead, I enjoyed the show as he shrugged off his open shirt and then shoved his slacks and boxers down his thighs. His cock sprang out, meaty and thick andyeahI’d like some of that.
“Keep the dress on.” He tore open a condom packet with his teeth and then quickly sheathed his dick. “Every time you look at or wear it, you’ll remember this.”
As if I could ever forget it.
Kaiser lowered his body over mine—a vision I knew would be seared into my brain; a memory I’d pull to the forefront of my mind whenever I was sending myself to O-town. He braced an arm beside my head and slipped a hand beneath my ass to tilt my hips. “Look at me.”
Locking eyes with him, I planted my hands on his back and curled my legs around his waist. My lips parted on a sharp breath as I felt the pressure of his cock pushing inside me, its broad head giving my inner muscles a hell of a stretch. One solid inch sank into—
He rammed deep.Mercilessly. Like he had a goddamn grievance with my cervix or something.
I flinched, hissing, digging my nails into his back. He gave me no moment to adjust to his size, nope, he just pounded into me, his gaze never leaving mine. All that raw sexual aggression he exuded seemed to power every forceful thrust. And I found myself loving it.
“That hurt?” he gritted out.
I unlocked my back teeth. “Yes.”
He groaned, the sadistic shit. “How much?”
“Not too much.”
“Good. I need to take you like this. Need you to feel nothing but me.” He tightened his grip on my ass. “All that exists for you right now is me, my mouth, my cock, my hands.”
He wasn’t wrong. My entire world centered on him at that moment. On the dangerous storm of need in his eyes. On the pitiless slash of his talented mouth. On the unrestrained slams of his long, thick shaft. On the feel and sound of his balls slapping my ass. On every grunt and groan that poured out of his throat.
God, we should have done this years ago—his hang-ups about my age be damned.
Clinging to his back with one hand, I dragged my nails down the length of his spine. His responding growl vibrated inhis chest and made my nipples tingle. The forward rolls of his hips became harder, heavier, frantic.
He glanced down, watching his shaft relentlessly pound into me. “You look good on my cock.” He did something. Adjusted his angle slightly. And then his dick slid deeper, dragging against more hypersensitive nerve-endings, and it honestly stole my breath.
