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I nodded eagerly, getting more and more aroused by his bossy demeanor.

“Tell me, baby,” Andrew encouraged while lightly stroking the length of my leg and expertly avoiding the spot he was claiming.

“It’s yours. Just yours.” I gulped. It was becoming clear there would be no room for shyness with this man. He was confident with his skill and desire and wanted me to be in the same place.

“Spread your legs. Let me see all of you.”

I hesitated then. The room was bright with the morning sun, and my nerves kicked in. I opened my legs a fraction, and he growled. I couldn’t tell if that was a good sound or not, so I slid them apart a few more inches.

“Good girl. My God, you’re so sexy. So beautiful,” he praised while continuing the teasing strokes.

When his hand neared the juncture of my thighs, my pelvis rose off the bed involuntarily, as if chasing his touch. Begging for it.

“Are you wet?” he asked in a voice so low and rough, I shot him a look to ensure it was still the same man.

“I-I think so,” I stuttered.

“Touch your cunt and find out,” he said while his eyes held mine captive. “Do it, baby. Show me what I do to you.”

Without grace, I dived my hand down between my thighs. Using just my index finger, I swiped through my folds that were indeed soaked, and I held the evidence out for him to inspect. I had no idea what had gotten into him this morning, but the whole scene was so freaking hot, I was ready to scream if I didn’t get some relief.

He grabbed my wrist and brought my finger to his mouth and sucked my arousal from my skin. For a few minutes, he sucked and nibbled my finger, never breaking our gaze.

I finally cracked. “Andrew. Please,” I asked with a few slow blinks of my lashes.

“That’s so pretty, baby. The begging and those big baby-doll eyes. You’re so fucking delicious. But I need to fuck you. Right now. Up on your hands and knees,” he ordered.

I felt so self-conscious getting into that position. Whatever detail of my sex he hadn’t seen before, he definitely could then. I bent my head low between my stiff arms, let my eyes drift closed, and waited. I felt him position himself at my entrance, and without any warning or instruction, he filled me to the hilt. His hips bumped my ass, he was so deep inside me.

I gasped so hard on the first thrust that I sputtered and coughed.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. How the hell is this pussy so tight and warm? My God, woman,” he grunted in short staccato from behind me.

“Yes!” I called louder than intended as he pinched the flesh of my ass cheek. Though it was probably meant to quiet me, the arousing pain from the pinch made me yelp louder.

“Andrew,” I chastised through gritted teeth. “I’m so close. Please,” I babbled. No idea what I was begging him for, but I’d gladly put my pleasure in his hands if this was the result. Over and over, I’d give him what he wanted, because pleasing me seemed to be his number one desire.

He picked up the pace a bit and sank his fingers into the flesh of my hips to hold me in place for his thrusts.

After a minute of him bottoming out on every stroke, he growled, “I’m going to come, baby. Come with me. Right now, Maye, come with me.”

After being so compliant to his demands, my body automatically heeded this request too. My orgasm washed through my entire body and gathered right where he stilled inside my channel. I burst with a loud moan. He groaned as my inner walls spasmed around his cock.

“Fuck, feels so good while I’m coming,” he panted through his release. “Squeeze me, baby, take it all.”

Jesus…the man was a beast this morning, and I loved every second of it. Plain and simple, I loved him.

We fell to the mattress and regulated our breathing while holding each other in an intimate embrace.

“You are a maniac, man. I’m not sure I can walk right now,” I said and tapped the tip of his nose with my index finger.

“You’re not actually complaining though, are you?” he began with a smug tone and ended the comment looking unsure of himself. Interesting how no matter how old the man, their egos could be just as fragile.

I planted a soft, lingering kiss to his scruffy jaw and vowed, “Absolutely not.”

“Did I hurt you? You drive me crazy when I’m inside you. I don’t know what came over me,” he said with a hint of wonder.

I had to chuckle at the tone he used. “It was perfect. You’re perfect.”

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