“See how perfect my cock is for you?”
She wasn’t coherent enough to form words but I enjoyed the cries, the whimpers, the moans. They told me everything I needed to know. I understood that she felt this too—this connection, this perfection. I’d thought she was the fuck of the decade when she was against the wall in my office but this was better than I remembered.
I dipped and grazed my teeth against her shoulder—I wanted her to feel me everywhere.
Pushing up on my hands, she cried out from where she was pinned beneath me at the change in angle. “It’s too good.” The vibration of her voice reverberated along my spine and down my cock. This woman only had to speak to get me to the edge.
I pulled out almost all the way and thrust again, breathless with lust. “This way, I can hear when your breathing changes. I can whisper in your ear how good it feels.” I pushed in again, sharp and determined. “And I can tell you how hard I’m going to fuck you.”
She moaned and I picked up the pace, wanting to pull another orgasm from her before I gave in to mine. She tried to move, tried to push up on her hands, but she had no hope. She was where I wanted her—completely under my control, tamed and conquered. As I pulled her arms back down beside her body, she shuddered, turned her face into the mattress, and screamed.
I continued to thrust, knowing I couldn’t last long as she spasmed around me. “Fuuuck,” I cried out as I came on the tails of her orgasm, pushing her into the mattress with every move.
I collapsed on top of her, then rolled to my back and discarded the condom. My heart was hammering through my chest and my pulse boomed in my ears.
“Violet?” She hadn’t moved a muscle.
She turned her head, still on her stomach, her arms by her side.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She blinked as if she’d just been let out into the sun after hours in darkness. “I think so. It was . . . intense.”
I reached out and she shifted to my side. “It’s been building between us for a while.”
“Maybe that’s it,” she said, trailing her fingers over my chest. “But I think it’s more than that. I don’t know what it is, exactly, but it felt bigger than sex.”
I knew what she meant. I might dismiss it as being good sex but she was right, it was more than that. Maybe it was the things we’d shared at dinner, but it wasn’t just lust. I knew we had an extraordinary connection the first time in my office but tonight hadn’t been just physical. It was more intense. More connected. More profound. I’d never had this before and now that I had I wondered if I could ever get enough. Would I ever be able to let Violet go?
She stroked up my chest and tipped her body toward me, her leg falling between mine, her hot, pussy against my thigh. “I need it again,” she whispered.
The way she lingered over the word need. I knew it was more than a craving. She pushed up on her hands and straddled my body, my dick heated by her sex and she gazed at me, creating a stirring in my cock. I trailed my hands over her breasts, catching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, lazily pinching and releasing as they swayed in front of me. Enjoying every bob and quiver. She began to move. Shit, it had only been a few minutes since I’d come and I knew it would only be a few more until I was hard again. She placed her palms flat against my chest, squeezing together her breasts—my cock appreciated it and I grabbed onto her hips, my fingertips sinking into her skin where they belonged as I encouraged the slide of her wet pussy over my growing erection.
She began to pant and her head fell forward, her glossy, black hair falling around her shoulders and over my arms, connecting us further as she moved faster and faster, urged on by my firm grip.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growled.
“I want you to fuck me,” she cried as she stopped and collapsed on my chest. “I need it, please.”
This feisty, sexy woman was begging for my dick. It couldn’t get better. Blood rushed to my cock and I flipped her over to her back in one swift movement. I kneeled and covered my dick with a condom. I needed to be inside her like I hadn’t come for Britain already this evening.
As I entered her we both cried out.
She was still so tight, like a bloody fist around me. I was going to have to work hard not to come within seconds.
Face to face I began to thrust, she was slippery wet and the drag was so fucking perfect that I had to focus on something else. But everywhere I looked it was Violet. I dipped forward to press my lips to hers, sloppily plundering her mouth and then pressing my forehead against hers, sharing breath, words, and pleasure.
Underneath me her sounds got louder, the sentences disappearing into fractured words and syllables.
I pulled up her thigh, needing to get more of her, to get deeper in her, wanting us to merge into one. She was so close and so was I—we were about to reach the peak, the rope was about to snap and release us both. One last push and the first quiver of her orgasm severed the final cord for me and we both came silently, our mouths open, our bodies connected as we stared into each other’s eyes, unable to comprehend what was happening and how anything could feel so good.
In that instant I knew I was changed. I understood everything would be different after Violet King.
Violet
“If you open those drapes, I swear I’ll find the nearest fork and stab you in the eye with it,” I said as Alexander stood totally naked in front of the window, his hands poised to welcome in the morning.
“It’s nearly half past seven.” His accent seemed more British this morning, but maybe that was just my lack of sleep.
“Which means I’ve had three hours sleep. Come back to bed and be still.” I pulled the covers up over my head.
“You want me to wake you up?” he asked as the mattress dipped.
“You kept me awake all night. I need to sleep.”
“We should go to the gym. You can’t be here naked and expect me to just lie next to you.”
I squeezed my thighs together, whimpering as the effects of his body on, over, and in mine all night came back to me. “I think I’m broken.”
“You’re perfect. Let’s go and work out. You said there’s a pool here?”
“How do you have this much energy? It’s annoying. You should be exhausted with all the hours in chambers and all the fucking last night.”
“If you don’t want more of the fucking then we need to get to the gym.”
I groaned and pushed myself up. My body couldn’t take any more. I needed at least a few hours off. I watched him for a couple of seconds. The sight of his tousled bedhead when he was always so put together in chambers was adorable. I tried to hide my grin as he began to dress.
“Hey, where did the sportswear come from?”
He glanced over at me, his eyes gleaming. “You’re too sexy.”
I frowned when he didn’t answer my question.