“Yes.” My hands dug into his hair, and my body pressed back into the mattress every time he dug in deep inside me. I let this man have me, let him take all of me. He’d already made me explode enough times to make up for the last four days, and now I wanted him to enjoy his final bliss. “Give it to me.” My hand gripped his ass and I yanked on him, pulling him hard inside me.
He moaned as he finished, giving me another load that couldn’t possibly fit with all the others. His dick throbbed as it released, and all the muscles in his powerful body tightened in response. He looked me in the eye as he finished, making the sexiest bedroom eyes as he clenched his jaw in a rugged way.
I loved feeling him fill me. I never enjoyed it so much with another man. Every time he emptied himself in my pussy it was like having a micro-orgasm. I loved watching him feel pleasure, loved seeing him experience the same high I received.
When his cock started to soften, he pulled out.
The come dripped everywhere.
He admired it before he rolled over and lay on his back.
Now it was evening, around the time I would normally go to sleep. I hadn’t been sleeping well with him gone, so I knew I would crash hard tonight.
He stayed on his side of the bed as the sweat evaporated from his skin. Slowly, his breathing returned to normal, and he closed his eyes as he relaxed.
I pulled the sheets to my shoulders and turned on my side, so comfortable that I could fall asleep that very moment. But my eyes stayed open so I could look at him, admire all those muscles. Even when he was relaxed, he was still so tight.
He must have felt me staring at him because he turned his head to look at me. “Like what you see?”
Instead of being a smartass, I told the truth. “Yes. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
He stared at me without blinking. “I never get compliments from you.”
“Because you don’t need to hear them.” He knew I wanted him, always had. Every time I tried to call things off, he knew it would never happen. I would call him again and again because I was so addicted.
He turned his head and looked at the ceiling. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
I knew he’d been with more women than I could probably count, so I found that unlikely. But he said he wouldn’t lie, not even to spare my feelings. He was transparent in his thoughts, saying exactly what he felt. So if he said it, he must mean it. “I find that hard to believe. There’s a lot of competition out there.”
“No, there’s not.” He moved his arm underneath his head for more support, the sheets bunched around his waist. “I may have been with a lot of women, but that doesn’t mean they were special. I’m the kind of man that just wants sex, so I’m not picky with my partners. As long as they’ve got tits and ass, it doesn’t make a difference to me.”
“If it matters so little, then why don’t you just jerk off?”
“Because I like tits and ass a lot more than my hand.”
For a man so handsome and rich, he could have any woman he wanted. He could buy a beautiful woman and make her his, exactly the way Lucian did with me. But just like with his beat-up truck, he didn’t seem to care about the finer things in life. “And you really think I’m the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen?”
“I said it, didn’t I?” His hand rested across his stomach. “I don’t say things I don’t mean.”
“Is that why this has lasted so long?”
He took a quiet breath, considering his answer. “Partially. But a lot of it has to do with who your husband is.”
“But you had no idea who he was for the first month.”
He was quiet again, choosing his answer carefully. “Then that was all you.”
Had he been with anyone else during that time? Was I the only one? Was he as obsessed with me as I was with him? “Were you with anyone else during that time?” It was unfair for me to care about sharing him, not when I had still been sleeping with my husband. I’d waited for the agony to end so I could retreat to my bedroom and wash his scent away. Just to get through it, I pictured the man I really wanted, even though Lucian’s smaller size made that difficult to pretend.
“Does it matter?”
“I was just curious.”
When he was quiet, it was obvious he wasn’t going to give me an answer.
“I thought you were always honest.”
“I am always honest.” His voice was rough like the hardwood of an ancient tree. He had so much strength in just the tone of his voice. Unnatural levels of testosterone made him so male. “Did I tell you a lie?”