His thumb brushes over my clit and I’m seconds from losing my mind, from losing everything.
“Wait,” I cry out desperately. “Please. Not yet, not yet. I want to come around your cock. I want you to feel me squeeze you as I come.”
He pauses and lifts his thumb away. He takes his mouth away from my breast, his beard wet with moisture as his heavy eyes gaze at me. “I plan on making you come all night long, love.”
I’m breathing hard, my hand going to the back of his thick neck that’s already damp with sweat. “The first time I want you inside me. As deep and hard and fast as you can go. Fuck me into oblivion. Then make me come again and again and again after that.”
“So fucking greedy,” he mutters. He shakes his head slightly, a hint of a smile on his glistening lips. “You’re going to bring me to my knees, aren’t you, gorgeous?”
“I’ll be on my knees first,” I say, leaning forward and grabbing his lower lip between my teeth and tugging. “I’m going to put your massive, swollen cock in my mouth and suck you off until you don’t know your own name.”
“Jesus,” he curses roughly, the heat in his green eyes growing hotter. “Fucking little dirty talker you are.”
I bring my mouth to the soft spot where his jaw meets his neck, the stubble brushing against my bruised lips. “Give me dirty and I’ll keep talking.”
“You may regret saying that,” he says between moans as I suck at his neck. “I’ve got a lot to give.”
It occurs to me that he’s talking far more now than he was before. If my strong, silent beast turns into a filthy blabbermouth in the bedroom, there will be no complaints from me.
He pulls back slightly and reaches into his pocket, his pants slung low on his hips, his throbbing cock beating against me in time with his heart. He pulls out a condom. The foil crinkles as he tears it open, and for a moment I wonder if he’d always planned to see me tonight.
I watch eagerly, holding my breath as he slides the sheath on, loving the ease in which he handles himself. His pants fall to his ankles and he positions his tip against my wetness, hesitating, teasing. He grins at me, biting his lip, sly eyes appraising me, as he rubs his engorged head up and down over my swollen skin.
“Stop being a fucking tease,” I whimper, my hands going around the hard lines of his waist, grabbing onto his ass. God, it’s just how I thought it would feel—firm, hard, round, and filled with power waiting to be unleased. I press my palms against his skin and pull him toward me, his cheeks bunched beneath my hands.
My world opens.
With a hiss, he pushes his cock into me with one sharp, searing movement. If I wasn’t so fucking wet, there is no way I’d be able to accommodate him, and even now I feel so deliciously full, I might burst.
“Oh love,” he says with a raspy groan. “Fuck.”
I can only gasp, feeling my toes curl as he slides in further.
It’s better than I imagined.
It’s perfect.
He’s perfect.
With each thrust, his cock drawing in and out, I move backward across the counter. He puts his palm behind my head, firmly holding me in place, allowing him to go deeper and deeper and deeper.
My mind is shattering, I am shattering, the sensation of having him so joined to me, so thick and thorough and all-encompassing, takes over my every thought. I am just feeling and raw, desperate with need. And I want more. So much more.
I’m a greedy, greedy girl.
I grab hold of his biceps, hard as concrete slabs, as he works me in and out. I hold him, still in awe, desperate to hold him close to me. This man, this beast, for now is all mine, and I’m going to have to work hard to be worthy of this.