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It was a tall bed that she normally used a small stepstool to climb into. Claire realized as she looked up at him towering over her, that it was precisely the right height for him to fuck her with ease. Fletch knelt down and untied her gladiator sandals, removing them before he did the same with her panties.
“You are the most maddeningly beautiful woman who’s ever graced the earth. You make me believe up is down and wrong is right. It might take me forever to forgive you for making me want you the way I do.”
“What happens if you do?” she asked.
“I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll have trouble walking.”
“And if you don’t?”
The grin on his face became purely feral, “In that case, I’ll spank your ass until you can’t sit for a week, and then I’ll fuck you just as hard. Spread your legs for me, Claire, and let me see your pussy.”
Provocatively, she spread her legs, watching his face as the planes that formed it hardened with determination. He reached for the top button of his fly, and she sat up to help him. He pushed her back down and stepped between her legs, lifting her by the backs of her thighs as his enormous cock practically burst through his now open fly.
Holding her steady, he slowly impaled her with his cock pushing forward in the same incremental degrees that he pulled her to him. It was exquisite and nearly more than she could stand. Claire’s body bowed and she cried out as Fletch filled her completely and then some. She had no idea her pussy could accommodate something that big. He groaned as he sank to his balls before pulling back and driving forward again. His eyes were riveted to where their bodies ebbed and flowed together. He was getting off on watching his cock fuck her; she was getting off on watching him watch.
Thunder provided the deep rhythm with which he thrust into her, and lightning lit up the bedroom so there was no place to hide. He pounded into her, claiming her as his. There was no doubt in either of their minds that this was no mere coming together to meet a mutual, physical need; no, this was Fletch staking his claim and believing she was surrendering to him.
His breath was ragged and drawn as he focused on her pleasure, driving up into her to hit that magic spot and making her pussy tremble and her body shake as she fell into an abyss of ecstasy where time and space, wrong and right no longer existed. There was only her and Fletch and the way he made her feel. She called his name as she came again, and he ground against her with a strangled groan as he poured himself into her.
“Now that that’s out of the way, we can get onto the more serious task of the night,” he said as he lifted her up, turned back the covers and set her down in the middle of the bed.
Claire scooched a little to one side, ensuring the pillow with the Grenadine Necklace was securely under her head. If he planned to fuck her into oblivion in order to search her place, he was welcome to do it. He’d never find the safe in the desk and she doubted very much he would search the pillow on which her head was laying.
“And what might that be?” she asked.
“Seeing just how many times I can make you come.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she teased.
Fletch crawled onto the bed to kneel between her thighs and reached down to play with her nipples that were already responding to his presence. He leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before giving it the edge of his teeth and making her hiss.
Claire ran her fingers through his thick dark hair. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen—all hard lines and muscles. His torso as he reared up and removed his sweater revealed a cut chest and washboard abs. His jeans had slid down to ride low on his hips, revealing those sexy hip notches and his cock that was getting stiffer.
Every time she tried to make him go faster, he slowed down, worshiping her body in a way no man ever had. She reveled in his adoration and lust, letting both flow over and around her as she savored each caress.
“It should be illegal for you to be this beautiful.”
She didn’t know if it was just a line, and she didn’t care. For this one night she was going to believe it. All the times she’d been compared to Evangeline and other stunning women melted away. The only thing that mattered was that Fletch seemed to believe it, and he made her believe.
Fletch moved to the edge of the bed and instinctively she reached for him.
He leaned back over her. “I’m not going anywhere. I just want to get out of these boots and jeans.”
Once he’d stripped himself naked, he rejoined her in bed and stretched out along her body, whispering in her ear all the ways he was going to fuck her, all the while his cock rubbed against her as his fingers played inside her. By the time he made a place for himself between her legs, she was aching and shaking with need.
Wrapping her arms around him, she welcomed his weight as he recaptured her mouth, thrusting inside to duel with hers. His cock throbbed against her clit, and she tried to move in a way that would force him to take her. Slipping his hands beneath her, he grasped the globes of her ass to hold her steady as he moved up inside her, using gentle shallow thrusts as her pussy softened to take him again.
“There’s my girl,” he crooned as he began to stroke more deeply and powerfully.
He was easily the most well-endowed man she’d ever been with, and at times the thrusting bordered on painful, but she pushed those thoughts away, focusing on the man himself and the lovely buzz that swirled all around her as her body began to build towards another orgasm. Claire reached around him to grab his ass, urging him to thrust harder and deeper. She tried to move with and against him, but he held her steady. The message was clear: she would take what he gave her and surrender her will to his.
Faster, deeper, and harder he pounded into her, making her climax again and again. Claire knew she was going to feel this come morning. He hadn’t been kidding about robbing her of her ability to walk, but still, she could find no way to resist his possession. Finally, he gave a last, brutal thrust as all his muscles seized and he groaned into her ear as her pussy clamped down, milking his cock as he spilled his seed into her.
He allowed himself to rest on her as she sank into the mattress. When his breathing had returned to normal, he kissed her gently and then rolled to her side. As much as she wanted to cuddle against him, she had the presence of mind to know she needed to keep the pillow and what it contained firmly in her control. Scrunching it up, she placed her head on it towards the side closest to him and grasped the open end with her hands. She wasn’t foolish enough to think he couldn’t wrestle it away, but he’d have to wake her up in the process.
Not seeming to take any offense that she had turned away from him, he spooned against her, wrapping his arm around her. “There now,” he rumbled, “that should teach you to doubt my veracity or my ability to take care of you in all ways.”
A small warning flag went up—what the hell did he mean by that? And then the warning flags and everything else disappeared as Fletch wove a sensual web around her throughout the night, repeatedly making love to her in ways that went beyond mere physical pleasure. She could feel her soul yearning to join with him. Being with him, having him in her bed blocked out everything but arousal, need, and satisfaction in what seemed to be an endless circle.
