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Her words reverberated through him, each one making his heart beat in staccato.
Fuck. Me. Cupcake.
He could do without the nickname, though, wait a moment, he actually enjoyed it. She cut through the bullshit and didn’t finesse things, went straight to the point. Now, he wanted that more than the air he breathed.
He licked his lips, her sweet taste lingering on them. His entire body felt stiff, a mix of tension and anticipation flowing in waves, going in different directions. He’d never been this emotional with a woman before… or this aroused, like he’d die, literally die if he didn’t plunge inside her fast enough.
Eager, he covered her body with his, entranced by the emotion flickering in her golden-brown eyes. Trust. He’d recognized it, even if he couldn’t reciprocate. She either trusted him, or was a damn fine actress at faking it. A twinge of guilt twisted in his gut. If she trusted him, here, naked, could it be real? Or was she furthering her mission to babysit him, to tell his father if he made any wrong moves?
She touched his face, the tips of her fingers a whisper above his flesh, sending thrills down his spine. Every part of him prickled at her caress, his blood pounding in his veins, thick and hot.
He closed his eyes for a moment, soaking in that moment of tenderness, surprised at how soft she made him feel. Well, soft internally, because externally, he was about to explode. Cum bubbled at the head of his achingly hard cock, the hint he couldn’t wait too long.
When had been the last time he’d had sex without a condom? He couldn’t even remember. But now, he couldn’t envision it any differently. A visceral need to have every drop of him inside her assailed him, even if he didn’t understand it.
Groaning, he rubbed the thick tip of his cock against her entrance, the contact enough to bring a tantalizing, electrifying reaction running up his body—and hers too, he suspected, as she moaned, shivering, restless. Needy.
And wet. Oh, so very wet.
She wrapped her legs around him, bucking her hips to him in a silent offer. Plea, even.
A jolt of lust coursed through him. Teasing time was over. He thrust his cock inside her, inch by inch, carefully at first, but the sensation of being so snugly greeted by her slick walls amplified his despair.
“You’re so tight, Kira. Fuck,” he said under his breath.
“Is that bad?” she asked in a low voice, and he wasn’t sure if she was being facetious or not.
He kissed the top of her nose. The image of how sexy she’d looked when he stared at her before he ate her pussy would forever be imprinted in his brain. “It’s dangerous. And hot.”
“So are you.”
“A compliment, at last,” he said, and for good measure, thrust all the way to the hilt.
She gasped, her eyes widening for a moment, the pulse on her neck jumping.
“You’re okay?” he asked, surprise at how tender and worried his voice came out. He knew most women needed a moment or two to adjust to his length and girth.
“Yes,” she said.
He captured her lips in a kiss that clawed its way into his soul and devoured it.
Her inner walls clung to him, squeezing him so that blood quickly rushed from his brain, and if he weren’t so determined to have her, he’d give in to the hazy lightheadedness. Desperate to stay in control, he coaxed her tongue into submission, always one step ahead.
At last, when he felt her relaxing her limbs, he began moving inside her, rolling his hips, deepening his stake on her, then sliding midway. She wretched her mouth from his, her breathing ragged, her moans slicing the air. She ran her nails along his shoulders and arms, his craving for her only increasing. His gut clenched, and he knew if she didn’t come soon, he would.
Growling, he glided his hand down her sex, his thumb reaching to her clit. He felt it vibrate, the bundle of nerves ready for release.
His temperature rose, heart about to pound its way from his chest. He rolled his thumb over her clit, earning a long-winded moan. Specks of gold lit the complex depth of her brown irises, encouraging him to flick her bud, work it without relent, until she surrendered. But was it her surrender or his?
She undulated her hips, squirming under him, calling his name like he held the secret map to an undiscovered treasure. He fucked her, in and out, each time one step closer to rapture, but trying so fucking hard to hold back. Holding back had never been so fucking difficult.
“So good,” she breathed. “Oh… I’m close… So. Close,” she added in between gulps of air.
“Come, mon amour.” He egged her on, and worked her clit ruthlessly. He slipped out of her then drove himself into her again, this time without any regards to her comfort, simply taking what he needed.
He felt the moment another coat of cream gushed from her folds, her thighs trembling. A shade of pink crossed over her face and neck, her eyes glossy. Then, he let go himself, sinking deep and hard into her one last time, his upper body jerking, his entire being in turmoil.
