The Boyfriend Experience (The Boyfriend Experience 1)

His cock throbbed, and he ignored the ache for now as he smoothed his palms up the backs of her thighs, dipped his thumbs between her legs, and followed the crease of her ass all the way up to the base of her spine. She moaned sensually as he slid his fingers inside the elastic band of her panties and slowly, gradually peeled them down her legs, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses on the skin he exposed, until the underwear finally dropped to the floor to join the other half of her outfit.

From where he was kneeling, he could see how wet and swollen her pussy already was, and that’s what he wanted next. “Turn around,” he ordered, and this time, there was zero delay on her part as she faced him again.

Sliding a hand between her thighs and feeling her slick heat coat his fingers, he tipped his head back so he was looking into her eyes, which were glazed with the same lust surging through his veins. He deliberately licked his lips and gave her a wicked, dirty grin. “You know what I want, don’t you?”

Her lashes fell half-mast, and she smiled almost coquettishly, turning into a vixen right before his eyes. “Yes, I think I might have an idea.”

Did she now, he thought in amusement. “Are you going to let me have it?” he asked huskily as he glided his thumb through her pillowy flesh. “Are you going to let me eat this sweet, luscious pussy?”

She nodded eagerly. “Yes, please,” she breathed.

He moved closer, pressing his free hand against Evie’s hip to steady her for what he was about to do. “Put your other leg over my shoulder, sweetheart. I want you nice and open for me.”

She complied, exposing herself to him, and he leaned forward, burying his face between her legs and feasting on her pussy. She gasped in shock, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as his tongue explored and stroked and lashed her clit until she was panting, trembling, and rocking her hips against his mouth in an attempt to chase her building orgasm.

Needy, sultry, desperate sounds fell from her lips, the same kind of noises she’d made down by the lake before she’d splintered apart, and as cruel as it might be for her, he stopped before her climax reached its peak and stood back up.

“Nooo,” she whimpered, shaking her head wildly in disappointment.

“That orgasm fucking belongs to me,” he said gruffly, uncaring that he probably sounded like a possessive asshole as he grabbed the backs of Evie’s thighs and lifted her high enough that she instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips. He walked with her to the bed, which was only a few steps away. “You’re going to come when I’m as deep as I can get inside of you so I can feel your pussy tightening and squeezing my cock, milking everything out of me.”

His filthy words made her duck her head against his neck and moan in agreement.

Depositing her on the mattress, he pushed her down and came so goddamn close to thrusting inside her bareback until he remembered that he needed a condom. Jesus Christ, he never had sex without protection. Ever. That’s what this woman did to him . . . made him forget all thought, logic, and the rules he’d spent his adult life living by.

The basket of stuff her mother had left for them was on the nightstand within reaching distance, and remembering seeing a twelve pack of rubbers tucked in with all the other interesting items, he fished it out, almost laughing when he read the Ultra Ribbed For Her Pleasure slogan stamped across the front of the box, but damn if he wasn’t grateful to Lauren for providing what he’d stupidly forgotten to bring with him.

He retrieved a foil wrapper, tore it open, and rolled the condom on in record speed before coming back down on top of her. Her legs were spread wide to accommodate his hips, and the head of his cock glided through her slick heat and zeroed in on her center. He pushed in a few inches and paused.

Her eyes flared with panic. “Don’t you dare stop,” she said, grabbing his ass to keep him in place.

He laughed at what a spitfire she’d suddenly become. “Not gonna happen, baby,” he assured her. Not when he was already at the gates of heaven. “Hook your legs around my waist, as high as you can get.”

She obeyed, the position tilting her hips up so he had the best leverage possible, because this was not going to be a slow, leisurely screw. It was going to be hard and fast and maybe even uncivilized since that’s what his body was clamoring for.

“Fucking perfect,” he muttered, and drove the rest of the way into her, planting himself to the hilt in one swift, deep plunge.