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As he rolled the condom down his cock, Nicole swallowed, unable to look away from his big cock.
That lopsided grin tugged at his mouth. “Don’t worry. It’ll fit.”
He settled over her and guided himself to her entrance, holding her gaze as he pressed forward. She was soaking wet, but he was so thick and long she had to take him a little at a time, her whimper turning into a moan as he pushed deeper. He kissed her, swallowing the sound, and he groaned into the kiss when he finally buried himself all the way inside her.
Nicole felt all of him—the stretch, the fullness, the pressure right at the edge of too much. Her body slowly softened around him until too much became exactly right.
Drew lifted his head, his eyes fixed on her face. “Christ,” he breathed. “You feel unreal.” Still buried deep, he squeezed his eyes shut, his body rigid above hers as a rough breath left him. “Fuck. Give me a second. You’re so damn tight.”
Knowing he was already fighting not to come gave Nicole a wicked little thrill. After a few breaths, he drew almost all the way out and pushed back in, dragging every thick inch of himself along her walls before filling her again.
“Feels so good . . .” she moaned.
“So good,” Drew echoed, his voice breaking around a groan. “Damn, baby . . .”
Every thrust pulled another sound from her. His hand hooked under her thigh and pushed it higher, changing the angle, and the next stroke hit a spot that made her eyes roll back. Nicole dug her fingers into his shoulders while he kept driving into the same place.
“Drew—oh my God—”
Hearing his name seemed to snap something inside him. He pulled out, gripped her hips, and turned her onto her stomach before hauling her up onto her hands and knees. Before she could even catch up, he drove back into her from behind, wrenching a broken moan from her.
“Fuck—it feels so good—Drew—”
He groaned and fucked her harder. Beneath the music, the wet slap of their bodies mixed with every moan and breathless whimper he dragged from her. Each thrust wound the pleasure tighter, leaving Nicole clinging to the sheets as he drove her closer to the edge.
One hand left her hip and went to her hair. Drew wrapped it around his fist and pulled her head back as he pounded into her.
“You’re mine now,” he growled. “This pussy belongs to me.”
“Yes. Don’t stop—please—it feels so fucking good—”
His name tore out of her as she came. “Drew!”
Her whole body clenched around him while he kept fucking her through every pulse, until the steady rhythm of his hips finally broke.
“Fuck—Nicole—”
Drew thrust deep one last time and came hard, a rough sound ripping from his throat as his cock pulsed inside her. When her arms gave out, Nicole sank onto the mattress, still gasping and whispering, “So good . . . so good . . .”
He followed her down, his chest against her back as he rode out the last of his orgasm. When his hips finally stilled, his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close while they both shook and tried to catch their breath.
That was the best sex Nicole had ever had. For a while, she lay beneath his warm weight, their bodies still slick and his heart pounding against her. She didn’t want to move or think about what happened next, just stay right there under him and let everything else wait.
But as their breathing slowed, her thoughts began creeping back in. Drew had ruined her for anybody else in one night, and they’d barely even started.
That should have made her happy. Instead, it scared the hell out of her.
Chapter Twenty
Drew woke up, and for a second he had no idea where the hell he was. Something soft and warm was pressed under his cheek. When he opened his eyes, Nicole’s smooth brown skin was inches from his nose, and his face was half buried in her tits. Last night came back real quick after that.
Had he slept on her like this all damn night? One arm was draped around her waist, the other trapped between her and the mattress, and a leg was hooked over hers like he was trying to keep her from going anywhere. Shit. That was a first.
The red numbers on her alarm clock read 5:07, and the streetlight coming through her blinds gave him just enough to see by. He worked his arm out from under her slow so he wouldn’t wake her, then rolled onto the cold side of the bed. Their clothes were still all over the floor where they’d dropped them, and this part he had down. Boxer briefs. Jeans. T-shirt. Socks. Shoes. Hoodie. Keys. Door.
This morning, though, he kept stalling, and he had to make himself move.
Nicole lay on her back with the sheet low on her hips, sleeping through him getting dressed. Her hair was everywhere, tangled to hell, and that was his doing. One look took him right back to wrapping it around his fist while he fucked her, and his cock got hard just thinking about it.
