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Gia pushed her ass against him again. “Believe me, I’m not complaining.”
Xander wrapped one arm around her midsection, his hand cupping her breast and giving it a squeeze as he rocked inside her body, his movement as gentle as a boat floating on a placid lake.
Despite the fact he’d taken her twice already—he’d woken her up somewhere in the middle of the night for the hottest quickie of her life—she still struggled to accept his girth. Xander was thick and long, something that sounded hot in her books but was a bit more challenging in real life. Not that he was hurting her. She could easily become addicted to the stretch, the slight pinch, the over-full feeling. Probably because in addition to being well-endowed, Xander was also well-versed in how to drive inside at just the right angle, speed, and force to ensure she was coming so fast, she wondered if she should apologize.
With Mark, her orgasms were pretty much hit or miss, the hits due to her going the extra mile to get herself there, playing with her clit, her nipples, indulging in fantasies that didn’t actually include her ex.
She used to feel guilty about that, but when she realized Mark wasn’t really expending any effort toward giving her pleasure, she decided it was every man for himself, and she did what she needed to achieve her own orgasm.
None of that was necessary with Xander. And not just because he had the equipment and skills but because he also cared, making sure she was sexually satisfied before giving in to his own climax.
It was a foreign concept to her, which was further confirmation that she’d been right to break things off with Mark. Even though there was this tiny voice in the back of her head that was telling her that Xander had just complicated her future search for a husband by at least a million percent. Because now she wouldn’t just be looking for love. Nope. Now, she wanted the whole enchilada—love, companionship, happiness, and mind-blowing sex.
She was screwed.
Of course, Xander chose that moment to thrust in harder, and she realized she was screwed literally and figuratively.
She giggled softly.
“Care to share what you’re laughing about with the class?” Xander asked, his movements steady, though gaining strength.
Gia wanted to tell him he was ruining her for all men, but that line was way too clichéd. Instead, she gave him a different truth. “I’m just happy. This all feels too amazing to be real.”
Xander leaned forward, placing a kiss on her cheek. “You’re adorable. But try to put all those thoughts away for now. I need you to pay attention to this next part.”
She thought he intended to continue their conversation, so she was surprised when he pushed her fully to her stomach, following her, his cock still buried deep.
“Lift your ass as much as you can,” he demanded.
She did as he asked, surprised when he pushed her legs together tightly, his thighs straddling hers. This position sent his dick in at a different angle, one that hit her G-spot on every return.
“Holy fuck!” she gasped.
He chuckled. “Thought you might like that.”
“I…oh God, I…” Gia’s orgasm struck like lightning, flashing hot and bright, electrical pulses shimmering along her spine.
Xander, the sexy sadist, fucked her through it, his cock still hitting that spot and feeling even bigger as her pussy muscles contracted around it. Nothing had ever hurt that damn good.
She tried to push herself up, almost desperate to escape. It was too overwhelming. Too much more and she would die.
Xander held her in place, refusing to give way. When she continued to struggle, he smacked her ass hard.
“Hold still, Brat.”
She wanted to obey—honestly, she did—but she couldn’t. Her body was on system overload.
“I can’t—” A second bomb went off in her body as another orgasm exploded. Her vision went gray around the edges, and still Xander pounded inside.
This orgasm, though weaker than the first, lasted a lot longer. So long, Gia collapsed against the bed, every bone now rubber.
Xander didn’t chastise her for failing to hold her position. Why would he? The man was pure muscle and determination. He gripped her hips, pulling her ass off the mattress, keeping her right where he wanted her.
Exhaustion permeated every part of her. Resistance was no longer an option.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Xander said, his heavy breathing telling her he was close. “Come one more time, baby girl. With me.”
Gia wouldn’t have thought such a thing possible, but when he called her baby girl, her brain took over for her fatigued body, sending her right back over the edge.
