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“Good girl. Come for me. Again.”
What did he think, he could command me to do so, and it would happen? When he shifted his face back and forth vigorously, I was thrown into a second, more powerful orgasm, this one forcing my toes to curl. The moment I opened my mouth to scream, not a single sound rushed into the room.
He continued to hold me for at least a full two minutes after I stopped shaking, allowing me to concentrate on his guttural sounds. I tried to envision him enjoying a rare steak. Would he make the same seductive sound? If so, he’d be tough to take out to dinner. I bit my lower lip, still trying to catch my breath as he shifted behind me.
“Tell me you want this,” he said, his tone completely authoritative.
“Yes.”
“Not good enough. Tell me what you want.”
Was he kidding me? “Fuck me.”
He crowded his huge body over mine, the weight almost pushing me to the bed. “You should learn to follow orders. Tell me exactly.”
I was so breathless I wasn’t certain I could articulate any words, even if they were a single syllable response. “Thrust your cock deep inside. Fuck me long and hard. And as rough as you want to make it.”
“The lady’s wish is granted.”
When he slipped the tip of his cock past my swollen folds, I knew that was the last gentle moment I was going to get. He thrust the remainder inside, my muscles stretching to try to accommodate his large size. He continued swelling, filling me completely. As he started to pump in and out, he wasn’t kidding about granting my wish.
Savage fisted my hair, using it as a rein on a horse, holding me in place as he drove deep inside. The tingling sensations exploded into bottle rockets, every nerve standing on end. There was no slowing the man, the rhythm he used in every stroke perfect. I was driven into a surreal state, panting as the vibrations rolled back and forth.
He never slowed, never stopped once, simply fucking me the way I’d asked him to. After what had to be several minutes, beads of sweat dripped down from his hulking mass, trickling along my back. For some reason, I thought it was the sexiest thing in the world. Then again, perspiration had already beaded over my lip from the rough fucking.
I slapped at the comforter, trying everything I could to catch my breath. I had a feeling the man could go all night long. A part of me wanted him to.
“Are you going to come for me again, little miss sunshine?”
“Not a chance,” I purred.
“You’re going to make me work harder, huh?” Savage shifted his hips back and forth then changed the angle. That slight movement was all I could take.
“I don’t think… I can.” My words were lost as my ragged whimpers took over, the orgasm slowly drifting through me, moving to a crescendo. I was in a state of nirvana, shocked that he continued fucking. The man was a machine.
“You can be a good girl.” He rocked our bodies together for several minutes, his muscles finally tensing.
I could tell he was close to coming and it gave me great satisfaction to squeeze my muscles.
And to hear his roar.
* * *
I shifted, a slight ache pulling me from a deep sleep. The second I opened my eyes, I winced. There was far too much light coming in. Yawning, I tried to piece together where I was, the warmth surrounding me almost lulling me back to sleep. When I moved, I realized I was hitting an immobile object.
Fuck!
I sat straight up in bed, planting my hand over my mouth. Then I very slowly turned my head. A sleeping giant remained in my bed, only it wasn’t my bed. Oh, God. Oh… I’d spent the night with him. Him. Savage. The brute.
You mean the man who fucked you three times.
Okay, so there was that and I certainly hadn’t complained. The scent of sex had permeated the space, including my skin. I held my breath and glanced around the room, finding the clock on the nightstand on his side. It was almost nine. Christ. I had to get going. As much as I’d love another round of raucous sex, maybe in the shower this time, there was a hell of a lot to do after I got to Las Vegas. It was only two days and counting before I started my new job.
I glanced down at the sleeping hunk, happy to see he appeared peaceful, almost wearing a smile, although I wasn’t certain he actually could smile. I pulled down the covers, uncertain how I was going to do any of this. I caught a slight glimpse of his hard cock and almost lost all control. No, it was time to get my life together.
After I got out of bed, I padded away. When I picked up my things, I noticed his wallet on the floor. Grinning, I grabbed it as my thoughts turned lurid. He certainly knew how to make a girl’s blood boil.
When I started to place it on the dresser, I grew curious as to his real identity. Okay, so snooping was wrong, but I wanted to know his name. I tossed him another glance then opened it. What I found first brought out something in me that I never knew existed. He had at least two thousand dollars in hundred-dollar bills. I almost dropped his wallet like a hot potato.
