He makes another sinful, growly noise as my fingers leave his dick, crawling down his back to the tight skin of his oh-so-firm ass.
It’s so nice in my hands. Round and warm and hard as a rock.
I wrap my legs around his, arching up as he pushes down.
“Enough torture. I want you so bad,” I say, flicking my tongue across his lips.
It’s all he needs to take my mouth again, reminding me who’s boss, tormenting me a little longer as his tongue strokes in and out, a hint of everything he’ll do to my body.
I fight my way out of the kiss. “Mag, I need more.”
With thunder in his voice, he shifts back on his knees, gripping the base of his cock, lining it with my entrance.
“Once we start, there’s no going back,” he teases, rubbing the swollen, angry tip of his length against my clit. “This won’t be as gentle as I kiss.”
“Lucky you, I don’t want gentle.”
His eyes flash, blue heat tinged with lust, a visible twitch in his face.
“Fuck, Brina, I—I need a condom.”
Just as he starts moving, I pinch my legs around his.
“I’m on the pill. I’m clean. And you work like a monk, so I’m guessing you are too,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “No more games. Take me, Mag. Take it all. Take me over.”
I slide my ankles against his, clamping down, begging him to do everything and more.
The look he gives me is equal parts gorgeous as hell and barely freaking human.
With a deep breath, he rolls his hips forward, feeding an inch in at a time, and then pushing faster, harder, when he feels how wet I am.
My boss plunges deep inside me in one feral stroke, and I gasp, feeling his balls against my skin.
His breath hisses like a crackling fire as he pulls back, gliding into me again, this time without mercy.
I arch up as he presses down, meeting his pace, turning his twin blue flames into blistering suns. He’s growling as he hoists me up, fusing us together, shoving my thighs around his waist and sinking his fingers into the flesh of my ass.
I feel like a doll being ravished by a giant as those whipcord muscles move him like the wind, splitting me open, battering against me so hard there’s an audible slap of our skin.
Holy shit.
Unholy thrusts.
And soon they’re possessing every last bit of me, his hips colliding so hard my breasts shake, a possessive groan in his throat promising he won’t be undone until he brands me with another searing O.
I’m all moans, hair spilling down around me, desperately trying to meet his thrusts, blood rushing to my extremities in a raging torrent. He torches me every time he slams down harder, deeper, wilder.
I’m already on the edge when I feel Mag’s forehead on mine, hot bone through his skin, the bed creaking with his punishing strokes as his pubic bone grinds on my clit.
“Oh-oh-oh, Mag!” I graze my teeth across the skin of his face, inhaling the breath spilling out of him.
“Come for me again. I know you want to. Give me the whole night,” he rasps, his eyes these pinpricks I can’t ignore.
I don’t even have a prayer.
My hips lift up with his before he crashes into me again, grabbing my wrists and pinning me down, the world’s most willing captive as a tidal wave release splits me in two.
This time, I’m too breathless to even scream.
And he’s intent on hammering me through it, his hips slashing harder, mashing us together so I’m absolutely full of him.
God!
My pussy convulses, coming so hard on his cock, making me a total mess of hot want and spastic ecstasy. I don’t think the O ever ends, only lightens, as he goes to work again.
This time with a mood that swings between tender kisses and delicious growls, relentless thrusts and teasing caresses.
Yeah, I’m not on Earth anymore.
He’s taken me to this dark wonderland ruled by a broody king with a staff like pure steel. A place that becomes a little more enchanted with every fierce thrust, every sweet ruin he pulls out of me, every breathless whine of his name.
“Brina,” he sighs, rooting himself in me. “I’m going to come inside you like mad. Just like I was always meant to.”
Holy hell.
My mind goes blank as his hips move again. His strokes come faster, deeper, and more deliberate, eager to claim me from the inside out.
Somehow, I hold on through several more minutes, trying to stave off coming again because I want to go off with him.
The urgency of his thrusts quicken.
Faster.
Harder.
I meet them every time.
The minutes blur, the seconds condense, and then every muscle in his body goes electric and tense as granite. I see his gorgeous face whip back, his teeth bared, a rough sound tearing out of him that may be a guttural curse—or my name.