“Deeper,” he said, as if answering her command, and thrust.
She screamed and arched further. She didn’t think it was possible. He was already buried to the hilt, yet now, with the backs of her legs against his chest, he pumped another inch inside her body.
“Harder,” he said, retreating and thrusting with all his might back inside her. Again, delivering on her request. His hold on her thighs tightened as he hugged them the way he might a person.
He did this, again and again. Fucking her so hard and deep that a sheen of sweat broke over his skin. Her breasts bounced violently as he surged in and out so hard and fast, she couldn’t breathe. She could only take it.
She was so mindless, she hadn’t even realized she was coming until a white light blazed across her vision and her entire body tensed as her inner walls spasmed.
“Good girl,” he praised. “You’re a good girl, but I know better now. You like this, don’t you? Your tight little pussy likes being fucked hard, doesn’t it?”
“Yes!” she cried to the ceiling, her toes curling and her body shuddering from the pleasure. It didn’t stop, because he didn’t stop. He fucked her though her orgasm until she was on the brink of another one.
He kissed her inner knee, then bit down. “You’re going to make me come. But I want one more from you. Come on, make it hurt. Make it so good it hurts.”
She tried to tell him yes. Tried to say that it was so good it hurt. But she couldn’t. All she could do was helplessly come once more. She was his prisoner as he invaded her body again and again.
“Fuck, yeah, that’s my girl. Come all over me. Show me how much you like it.”
With a strangled cry, she arched further, the lace digging into her wrists, her body shaking and sweating, her throat raw from screaming his name.
She didn’t like it…she loved it.
Everything from his power to his strength to the way he spoke. He was an unleashed, dirty talking, no mercy lover that she wanted over and over.
He tensed against her and his cock grew impossibly harder. He came so hard that even with the barrier of a condom, she could feel him pulse and twitch from the intensity.
Breathing hard, he kept a tight hold of her legs and rested his forehead against her shin.
With the glow of their climaxes still clinging to them, she knew two things.
One, she could safely say Operation: Orgasm was a smashing success.
And two, she would have given anything for him to stay right there and never leave.
Chapter Six
Jesus Christ, what had he done?
Sebastian put two hands flat against the shower wall and hung his head. The shower spray hit him, but it didn’t wash away his thoughts.
Penny was sleeping in her bed. After what he could only describe as the best sex of his life, he couldn’t bring himself to leave. But he always left. Always.
Staying meant he A) actually wanted to continue to be near her, or B) had suffered a stroke and lost all ability to reason. His money was on the latter.
Staying with a woman… No, not just a woman. He was staying with Penelope Diamond. And he was there because something deep in his gut wanted to see her one more time before he snuck out. See those emerald eyes look up from those thick lashes. Maybe he’d get a sleepy smile.
Jesus…he had to get it together. This wasn’t like him.
He’d untied her wrists, carried her to bed, and laid her beneath the sheets. She was exhausted and had instantly fallen asleep. But the small upturn on her lips made him think she might be happy too.
An impossibility since he’d just ravaged her like some fucking animal.
And now, instead of hauling ass out of there, he was standing beneath the spray of the water, in her bathroom,
and trying to get a grip. Because part of him was thinking of her smile and well-being, how staying would only jeopardize those things. But the other part was replaying the secret sexy vixen she was beneath the innocent façade. And God help him, he knew he had to have her again.
He’d taken her harder and rougher than anyone he’d ever had. And he’d gone on for…