First and Only (Callaghan Brothers #2)

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered as the pressure built within her. He could feel it, sense it, and it angered him. It was too fast, too easy. She could not climax yet; he would not allow it. He had clearly underestimated her need for him; she’d hidden it well.

But there was no hiding from him now, not when the truth was there in his mouth, on his tongue. He continued to hold her with one iron hand, as he released himself and worked his jeans below his hips. Damn her. She was making him burn hotter than the sun.

When she began to clench around him he withdrew. A string of foul oaths spewed from her lips, so bold and explicit he could not believe they had come from her sweet little mouth. He would have laughed had it not been for the pain nearly ripping him apart. To think that he could bring her down to such a primitive, visceral level had him nearly drunk with the power of it. Within seconds he held his overly engorged shaft at her entrance, hating himself for being so weak.

With one tremendous thrust he impaled her, making her scream so loudly the windows rattled. It was sheer ecstasy, pure and simple. He’d never felt anything like it. For a moment he just held himself inside her, certain that he had just died and had gone to heaven. But after the initial shock, she began to clench around him, a wave of ripples up and down his cock, demanding his undivided attention.

He pulled out and thrust into her again, so hard and deep that his balls slapped against her, his grip on her hips unbreakable. She wasn’t fighting him anymore. She was crying, pleading, begging him to take her harder, faster, to ease her pain. Sweat poured down his back as he lost himself in her, gave her everything, withheld nothing. The bed’s headboard banged against the wall with the force of his thrusts, yet she begged for more until she tightened around him, strangling his cock tighter than any fist.

She began to come, squeezing him so hard he saw stars. He pulled out and shoved himself into her again, finally releasing the last thread of control he held as he began to empty inside her. He penetrated her over and over again, each stroke milking more seed from him until black rimmed the edges of his sight, and still he came. Come filled her, dripped from her, coated her already slick folds, coating him as well. He rolled his hips with the final jet of seed, losing himself to the blackness as he gathered her seizing body in his arms...





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Lexi stopped reading, her heart pounding like a jackhammer into his chest. Ian’s blue eyes were glowing. “Is that what you fantasize about, Lexi?”

She moved the book aside and rubbed herself against him so he could feel her desire. Reading the passage aloud while laying naked atop his arousal was incredibly erotic. She dipped her head and licked his throat, eliciting a low growl that rumbled through his chest and into hers.

She was beyond coy games, beyond lies. “Yes.”

“With me? Tell me you dreamed of me doing this to you, Lexi, while you played with your little toy.”

He knew about her toy? Yes, of course he did. She let her teeth scrape across his skin. “Only you. Ever.”

His eyes were as intense as she had ever seen them. Darkened to a midnight blue, they were still so clear, so flawless, like the finest sapphires. He rolled Lexi onto her back. “I’m going to take you like that,” he told her, his voice thick with lust.

“You can try.” Her skin was flushed, her nipples pebbled, the ache of anticipation riding her hard. She smirked at him, basking in the intoxicating sense of power at having a man like Ian look at her like that.

“Goddamn, baby,” he growled, flipping her onto her stomach with one smooth move. She caught the end of the bed and with surprising strength, pulled away from him. He growled – no words this time - grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her back.

“Raise your ass to me.” His voice was rough, commanding, demanding obedience.

“No.” She pushed her hips into the mattress. How many women had ever dared to deny him? If the sounds he was making - deep-throated growls of warning - were any indication, not many.

He brought his hand up and smacked her on the ass, hard enough to leave his hand print. She pushed her face into the pillow and screamed, but she raised her hips just a little as he kissed and licked the sting away. If this is what defiance got her, she vowed to do a lot more of it.

“More,” he commanded. She shook her head back and forth, still lodged in the pillow. Another smack, this time on the other cheek. She cried out again and lifted enough for him to gain purchase beneath her. His mouth found her sex and he buried himself deep, immediately causing her vision to blur with the sheer intensity of it. Lips, teeth, and tongue set to work on what had to be the most glorious form of punishment there was.

“Ian, please,” she pleaded as he took her to the edge over and over again, pulling back just before she came each time, building her need to a fever pitch. “Please, please, please, Ian. Have mercy.”