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MacKay lowered his head again and made me forget everything but the skilled flick of his tongue over my inner thighs. He was shifting left to right, right to left, easing over my pussy, his chin a feathery touch right where I wanted him to be, but never exactly there.
It was maddening. It had me bucking against his grip, trying to free myself. It had me crying out. After an eternity of the endless tease, his hot breath drawing both goose bumps and damp heat from my body, I did, in fact, beg.
“MacKay, please. Please. I can’t… I’m serious. I really can’t.”
“Shh,” he said, right against my pussy. His breath tickled.
Then I was about to die, he plunged his tongue inside me.
I came instantly. No warning. No coyness to my coming. Just right there. One stroke and I was done.
He lifted his head when I finally stopped shuddering. He wiped his mouth and said, “Holy shit, Faith. That was so hot.”
I had no words. I just lifted my hips up in a desperate questing attempt for more.
He didn’t give it to me. He did shift over me, but the press of his hard cock was against my thigh.
“One,” he said, brushing his hand over first one nipple, then the other.
But then his touch was gone again and I swore.
He swallowed my sound of protest with a deep, penetrating kiss, his tongue teasing over mine. I didn’t know what I was feeling, my emotions jumbled and chaotic, overlaid with hot, liquid desire.
My thighs fell further open for him. When his touch returned to my inner thighs, I rose to meet him, wanting him deep inside me. He stroked my dampness before shoving my right leg further out, so I was fully spread for him. But still he paused, drawing out the anticipation.
“Is this what you want?” he asked. He nudged at me with the tip of his cock.
“I can take it or leave it,” I said, giving him a defiant look.
I was over the teasing. I wanted him and I wanted him now. But if he was going to play games so could I. It was a bluff, but it worked.
“Is that right?” He let go of my hands and hitched my leg up over his hip. “Guess what? You’re going to take it.”
He thrust inside me and I gave both a moan of deep ecstasy at the same time I gave him a triumphant smile.
He shook his head, the corner of his mouth turning up. “Oh, I see what you did there. You played me.”
I dug my fingernails into his biceps. “You’re not the only one who can tease.”
He gripped the back of my skull, knotting his fingers into my hair and tugging ever so subtly. “Let me fuck you hard,” he said, his voice rough and low. “I want you so fucking bad. I think about fucking you all the time. Every single damn day.”
That nearly made me shatter right there, but I just nodded quickly. “Fuck me hard, MacKay. So hard.”
He moved inside me, all tightly coiled muscles and lean power, taking me with his big, hard cock with such pounding intensity that I lay there as he drove into me, too stunned to even wrap my legs around his waist. I felt consumed, but in the best way possible. It again only took seconds before I was there, crying out.
MacKay pulled out almost immediately. “Two,” he said.
Then he flipped me around onto my hands and knees and eased inside me again. Now he moved slowly, sensually. I wasn’t sure I could take any more, but neither could I resist.
“You’re so beautiful, Faith,” he murmured, running his hand gently over my ass, up the curve of my spine, and up into the strands of my hair.
In the darkness of the hotel room, my name on his lips sounded different, foreign. This sounded like intimacy. This felt beyond sex. I suddenly gripped the pillow tightly, feeling like I’d been swept away into something more powerful than me, more than I could control or handle.
But before I could figure out what that meant, he braced himself with one hand on the headboard, the other buried in my hair, and he moved. Hard. Pounding. His body taking mine, the headboard slamming into drywall. My breasts bounced, my thighs tensing against the onslaught. Holy shit, was all I could think. I pressed my eyes closed, grateful he was behind me so he couldn’t see the tears that were pricking my eyes.
Everything was a blur of dewy skin, of soft pants, and the slap of colliding flesh. An orgasm was building deep inside my core and when it crested and exploded I gave a silent cry. I was drowning, being dragged under by his passion, his strength. The orgasm was a toe-clenching next level and even as it shattered me, I knew that this was intimacy born of desperation and yet somehow was the hottest damn thing I had ever experienced.
He had destroyed me.
