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“Come here,” I rasped, my throat raw from screaming for him. “I want you.”
“I’m not going to keep you waiting. Not after you were a good girl, painting my lips with your cream.”
With heavy-lidded eyes, he dragged his fingertip beneath his lips and sucked on it. As if he were sucking me off his skin. Dear god, the way I’d come, he probably was.
His gaze never left me. Once his pants were off, his hands didn’t either.
Lowering himself between my legs, the thick ridge of his cock wedged between my puffy lips, hitting my sensitive clit. He did this once, twice. On the third time, he pulled back and pushed in at a slightly different angle, the head of his cock breaching my entrance.
My mouth fell open, and Miles stared. This was it. We’d crossed so many lines, but this was the last one. The biggest one. If he tried to go back now, I’d chase him down. I couldn’t think of anything more I wanted than for him to push the rest of the way inside me.
“Give me all of it, please,” I begged.
“You’re gonna get it,” he promised, rearing back until he almost fell out of me.
His eyes on mine, he paused.
“Daisy,” he whispered.
“Miles,” I whispered back.
My heart jumped into my throat. I reached for him, clasping my fingers behind his neck. Our mouths met in a hot, wet kiss. I followed his lips, needing him to keep kissing me more than I needed breath.
He took my hips in his hands, giving me a brief second of warning before he plunged into me, splitting me in half. My mouth fell from his in a gasp, neck arching from the unimaginable fullness.
“Miles,” I cried. “You—”
“Hold onto the headboard, Daisy. Gonna fuck you hard now.”
He waited for me to reach up and wrap my fingers around the slats. It was all the consideration he gave before he let loose, our bodies colliding in a violent, carnal clash—movements of desperation and too-long ignored need.
He had control of me, pushing me onto his length as he drove into me, reaching depths that had never been explored. If I hadn’t been soaked and softened from countless orgasms, he would have hurt me. As it was, he was already reshaping my insides, custom for him.
One hand came loose from the headboard, grabbing his rippling bicep. Nails digging into his taut skin, they made pinkened trails. He grunted, tossing his head to the side toward my raking hand. I brought it to his mouth, and his teeth caught the pad of my palm, digging in.
Not hurting me. Never hurting me.
Capturing my attention. Bringing my eyes to his mouth, his face.
He let me go, and I cupped his jaw. He leaned into my touch, watching my expression.
It wasn’t just his cock carving me up, it was the feelings growing roots in my chest, spreading wide and wild. My nails were gentle in the scruff on his jaw, affection for this man like live wires beneath my skin, crackling hot and freely the longer his eyes stayed locked on mine.
He caught my palm again, placing sweet, firm kisses that made my eyes roll back and my breathing shudder.
“Miles, Miles, don’t be sweet to me.”
“Can’t help it.” He moved my hand down to touch where we were joined with him. Our fingers spread around his cock, painted with my arousal, spearing into me in long, powerful thrusts. “Never had better, Daisy. Never felt anything like your pussy sucking me in, begging me to stay. Need more of it. I’m never going to have enough of this.”
It was just talk, but I let myself believe it. I let myself get dizzy from the headiness of it all. My eyes slammed closed, and I let myself immerse in the moment, as fleeting as it was.
He hooked my leg over his arm, lifting my hips off the bed, drilling deep into my core, finding that same raw spot as before, unleashing pure heat from within me. My stomach spasmed. My muscles seized. His name was on my lips when I came for the thousandth time.
He released my hand to roll my clit under his thumb, and I wrapped my fingers around the base of him, feeling him enter me again and again. He swelled in my hand, and his thrusts quickened.
“Come inside me,” I slurred, drunk on this night, this man, the pleasure he was pouring into me. “Fill me up, Miles.”
The noise emanating from his chest sounded like nothing short of torture. Ragged and pained, his grunt vibrated his bones and mine. Then he was pulsing in my hand and deep within me, filling me, relieving the echoing hollow inside me.
