Page 54 of Four Cards Exposed

Then his index finger was inside her—thick and long, moving in concert with his thumb on her clit, making it easy to forget everything else.

“So wet and so tight for me.”

She wouldn’t have pegged him as someone who talked dirty during sex. But then, she realized she didn’t know him at all.

She felt herself open up, like a flower, searching for more of that touch, more of that delicious pleasure. A second finger joined the first—then scissored inside her. So much pressure, yet nothing compared to what his cock would feel like.

“Do you want to come against my fingers?” he asked quietly. As if they had all the time in the world. As if she wasn’t just dying for his touch.

“No.” The word, coming out of her own lips, surprised her.

“No?” he asked. Again, that wry smile on his lips.

“On your cock,” she said.

Something flashed in his eyes. She saw, for an instant, just how hard he was fighting for control. Then his jeans were off. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and damned if that didn’t turn her on even more.

He was hard already, hard enough that she was surprised not to see the imprint of the zipper on his cock.

A moment later, he was sheathed. His long, hard body came on top of her, gliding over her curves.

“Tell me where you want me.”

“Inside,” she moaned. She bit her lip. “Now.”

“So greedy.” His index finger brushed against her mouth. Her lips opened up and his thick finger found its way inside, exploring the inside of her mouth like she wanted his cock to explore her. She sucked greedily, making his eyes flash again. He was hurting, too. Hurting for her.

Not as unflappable now.

Still, he took his time. The head of his cock rubbed against her clit. She saw stars, just not enough to get her where she needed to go. And she felt so empty.

Susan discovered she wasn’t above begging.

“Please.”

James wrapped his thick arms around her, then shifted his hips until she was on top of him.

“Take what you need, sweetheart,” he said, his voice thick with something.

Emotion.

Want.

Desire.

Susan didn’t need to be told twice. She sat up, lining up the head of his cock against her entrance, and slowly sat down. He was thicker than she remembered. In this position, almost too thick to get him inside.

“God,” she said. “You’re …”

So big.

So much.

And then the thick head was in, and the rest of his length followed, until he was all the way inside her. It felt like he was touching her cervix.

She’d never been so full before.

He was still like a statue, letting her get used to him, but his full, thick lips were a thin line on his face. His jaw was pressed hard enough to pop.