“I’m sorry to have gotten you so worked up, Mister Sharpe.”
“No, I don’t think you are.” He grabbed her tightly around the waist and brought his lips roughly against hers. His tongue entered her willing mouth, and she moaned as he explored her, their breaths intermingling.
He tasted like mint and sex and lust.
Suddenly, he threw her backwards and she landed on the bed, spread eagle. He stood over her, and his eyes had taken on a new quality.
“I’m going to fuck you, Ivy,” he growled. “I’m going to push my cock into your tight, wet pussy and fuck you until you come for me. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped. Her back arched, and she allowed him to see all of her as she spread her legs wide for him.
He’d gotten her sufficiently ready.
She was no longer terrified at the prospect of having sex for the first time, although she was still nervous about how she might perform with someone as experienced as this man.
But she was ready to take the leap. In fact, she couldn’t imagine resisting anything that Cullen Sharpe wanted from her right now.
Cullen swiftly removed his own shirt and, for the first time, she saw his beautifully perfect body.
Every chiseled muscle was like something that a sculptor would’ve rendered—the built CEO didn’t have an ounce of flab or fat anywhere on his ripped torso. And he clearly knew it, as he stood there and allowed Ivy to examine him with her wide eyes.
He licked his pink lips and slowly unzipped his pants. He revealed black silk boxers and then slid those down his hips and stepped out of his pants.
Now Cullen was nude, and his thick thighs and muscular calves were in perfect proportion with the rest of him.
But nothing could’ve prepared her for the way his cock looked. It was big, thick, swollen with his need for her. It pointed upward, curving toward the ceiling proudly.
Ivy writhed on the bed, feeling drunk on his attention—she was in a dream. She was in an alternate universe. She was ready to be ravished and to give herself completely to him.
He lowered himself on top of her, his muscular bicep flexing as he held himself above her, his hand pressing into the mattress like he was doing one-armed pushups.
With his other hand, Cullen guided the enormous head of his cock to her juicy mound. He began grinding the head up and down her slit, sending her legs into spasms of enthusiasm.
“You’re so damn tight,” he muttered, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head.
She couldn’t wait for him to slide in. Even if it hurt, she didn’t care.
“Fuck me, please,” she begged.
He continued sliding the head of his dick over her mound, seeming to delight in the sweet torture of it all.
“Please,” she begged again, gripping his neck with her hands. Her hands slid to his shoulders, loving the feel of his skin and his body.
He was all heat and masculinity and sex.
“You’re just so tight,” he groaned. “I want to fit inside you. Open up and let me in.”
She spread her legs.
Cullen began pushing in and she knew that soon he would break that barrier, and he’d fuck her in earnest. Already she was getting close to coming, just from anticipation.
His eyes suddenly locked on hers and there was a connection so strong, so intense that Ivy had to tell him everything.
“I’m a virgin,” she whispered, her hand stroking his chest.
Cullen’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly and then he pulled away. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not,” she said, feeling like she’d just made a huge mistake.
Why did I have to open my big mouth and ruin the moment?
“You’re a virgin,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Is that bad?”
He sat down heavily on the corner of the bed and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes far away now. “A virgin.” He shook his head as if annoyed with himself. “I should’ve known.”
“But it’s okay,” she told him, sitting up to her elbows. “I want you. I’m ready to do this, Cullen.”
He couldn’t even look at her. “I knew you were inexperienced, but I had no idea it went that far. I just assumed…”
“Why does it matter?” she asked, hearing the plaintive, begging sound in her own voice and hating it.
“It matters,” was all he said. He got off the bed, grabbed his clothes from the floor, his buttocks tightening as he bent over and scooped them into his arms.
“Cullen, please don’t do this—“
He shook his head. “I can’t,” he said. He turned away, turned his back on her. “You have to go now.”
“Cullen!” she cried, pounding her fists into the mattress as he walked away from her.
He opened the door to the bedroom and walked out without looking back.
Ivy sat there, watching him go, knowing that in the space of just a few seconds—everything had gone horribly wrong between them.
Please just come back, she thought, as if she could pray hard enough to make it so.
But the truth was, she already knew he wasn’t going to return.
THE END OF BOOK 2
Part III