The Wingman (Alpha Men 1)

“Flawless,” he purred before starting to kiss his way down her body. Still shell-shocked, she was absolutely electrified when she felt the first flick of his tongue on her still-spasming female flesh.

“Do you know how perfect you are down here, Daisy?” His voice was hoarse. “Pretty and pouty and pink. Absolutely beautiful.”

She sobbed when he lowered his head and went back to work, and before she knew it she was coming again.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Like that?” he asked, before kissing her, and she tasted herself on his lips. It was a shocking and unbelievably erotic experience.

“It was too much,” she said between desperate gulps of air.

“I have more of that for you,” he promised. Daisy was both excited and terrified at the prospect. He fumbled with his belt buckle, and she reached down with trembling hands to help him, but he gently brushed her hands aside.

“This would last longer if you didn’t touch me,” he said. “Next time you can have your wicked way with me, but right now, I’m so primed that if you touch me it’ll be over in seconds.”

He shoved his pants down past his hips and knelt in front of her, his thighs spread as he sheathed himself in a condom. She couldn’t get over his masculine perfection, everything tight and hard and beautifully muscled. And he was right to be smug; he was intimidatingly big down there. His penis was hard and thick and long and looked a little terrifying to her inexperienced gaze. At the same time, she could appreciate the elegance of the way it curved upward to kiss his belly. So perfect in every way, from the tight, lightly furred sac, up the veined length, to the deep-pink, plum-size glans. She was desperate to touch and taste, and she silently vowed that the next time she would be calling the shots.

His eyes were feverish and his face strained, and he took one long look at her, seeming to recognize the admiration in her eyes for what it was. He gave her a naughty grin before palming his erection and giving it a long, leisurely stroke from balls to tip and back again. She groaned, and he chuckled, the sound strained before covering her, bracing his elbows on either side of her for support. He kissed her thoroughly and reached down with one hand to line himself up at her entrance and ease into her.

“Christ.” His voice broke on the word. “You’re so tight, babe. Relax for me, okay?”

She tried, she really did, but the unfamiliar thickness, so much more than his fingers, was making her tense up.

“Daisy, please,” he muttered. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m trying,” she sobbed, feeling immediately inadequate. He stopped moving, allowing her time to adjust to his size, and she could tell from the taut strain on his face that it was taking a great deal of self-control for him not to move. He started kissing her again, taking her mind off his intimate invasion as he played with her tongue and moved down to her breasts, laving them with attention. It worked, and she relaxed in tiny increments, starting to enjoy herself. He rocked against her, easing more of himself into her with every tiny movement of his hips, and Daisy moaned when his shaft brushed against her swollen clitoris.

He was making soft, desperate little sounds in the back of his throat, and he was starting to drip with sweat. He looked like he was under a massive amount of stress, and Daisy tried to help him, lifting her pelvis to meet his thrusts.

“I can take more,” she promised, and he took her at her word. She tensed up, but when he didn’t move again, giving her time, she relaxed and dug her fingers into his tight butt to urge him on even further. Finally, after what felt like years, he had his entire length buried inside her, and when the stretch and burn faded, she moved her hips experimentally. Mason breathed a heartfelt prayer and dragged himself nearly all the way out, undoing all his hard work, before thrusting home again.

“Oh.” The exclamation was a sound of revelation, as Daisy finally understood what he’d been working so hard to achieve. Another thrust, and his tip brushed against that same internal spot that had driven her crazy earlier.

“OH!” The exclamation was louder and a little more enthusiastic this time. Mason was utterly focused on her pleasure, and, recognizing what she liked, he kept hitting that spot with every subsequent thrust.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh my God!” Daisy’s orgasm was unexpected, massive, and once again a thousand percent better than the one that had come before.

Mason shifted her knees until they were braced against his chest, changing his angle as he lost any pretense of gentleness and simply pounded away at her. She had another orgasm in seconds, and it was as she was clenching around him that he groaned—the sound loud and long—and shuddered, his head dropping to her chest, completely vulnerable in her arms for that brief moment.