Cannon (Carolina Reapers 5)

I managed to grab her wrist, stopping her. “Not today.”

She blinked, then ran her tongue over her lower lip. “I want to know how to please you. How to make you as wild as you make me.”

“You already do,” I promised, stroking my thumb over the inside of her wrist. “But you start touching me like that, and I’m going to have to hold back, and I want you too fucking badly for that kind of restraint right now.”

“But you’ll teach me another time?” she asked, already shifting her thighs.

“I’ll teach you whatever you want to know,” I promised. I would. She could pull out the Karma Sutra and leave it on the fucking coffee table like a takeout menu if she wanted. We’d do everything she wanted.

I let go of her wrist and ditched my boxer briefs. Then I gripped her hips and pulled her to the very edge of the counter.

Our mouths met in another kiss, and I let myself off the leash. I anchored her at her hip, and took her breast with the other hand, thumbing the already pert nipple. She moaned and leaned into my touch.

Then I tongued that spot on her neck that drove her crazy and was rewarded by a gush of warmth against my cock as she cried out. My fingers found her already wet and slippery, so I moved the head of my dick to her entrance. Fuck, she already felt amazing, and I wasn’t even inside her yet.

“Are you taking me upstairs?” she asked as her nails bit into my shoulders.

“No.” I grinned, letting every ounce of my intent show.

“But…” She rocked against me, but she didn’t have the leverage to bring me inside. “I don’t want to wait.”

“We’re not going to.” Hands on her hips, I pinned her and slowly pushed inside of her. I gritted my teeth against the pleasure that assaulted me as I took possession of her inch by inch. She was so fucking tight.

Her breath came in jerky gasps as she stared at me with wide, desire-glazed eyes.

“Put your legs around my waist,” I instructed, feeling her give and soften around me as I kept pushing forward.

She did, locking her ankles at the small of my back. “Like this?”

“Just like that. Fuck. You feel so damned good. Are you okay?” I rested my forehead against hers.

“Uh huh.” She tried to move, but I wouldn’t let her. “I thought you said you weren’t holding back.”

“Feel how tight you are?” I barely managed the words as I pulled out slightly only to drive back in, taking another inch.

“I feel how massive you are. You’re stretching me, and it stings so good.” She gripped my hair.

“There’s a difference between not holding back and not hurting you.” I’d made her come almost twice before I’d taken her that first time, but I’d been too impatient to wait now. I tilted her head with one hand and set my mouth on her neck.

“I can take it.” She writhed and rocked against me.

She relaxed, and I took that last fucking inch, seating myself to the hilt as she cried out, but there was only pleasure in her eyes. “You’ll never have to take it because I’ll never fucking hurt you.”

“I’m not weak.” She flexed her thighs around me.

“I know that. Now hold on.” I couldn’t hold still any longer.

She locked her hands behind my neck as I pulled nearly all the way out and drove back in. We both groaned.

“Again,” she ordered.

I obeyed, taking her in another long, deep thrust as she called out my name. Then I did it again and again, starting a hard, slow rhythm and keeping it. She met my every thrust, taking and giving all in the same motion as she gripped my cock like a fist.

“Fuck, I’ll never get enough of this.” I took her over and over, letting my control slip slightly as I lost myself in her. Every stroke was better than the last, every kiss hotter.

“Good.” She let go of my neck and laid back on the counter, her arms rising until she gripped the edge of the other side. “Now stop holding back and fuck me.”

She looked like a wanton goddess stretched out in front of me, ready to be worshiped, and those words on her lips shredded what was left of my control.

I thrust deep and hard. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes!” she shouted, arching her neck.

I lost it, driving into her faster, harder, taking everything she gave, and giving her back only myself. Pleasure spiraled down my spine, and I felt the approaching orgasm gather.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I used my thumb to tease her swollen clit as I swung my hips like a piston, driving us both closer to the edge.

Her thighs trembled, her stomach tensed, and then she cried my name as she came apart under me. Arching up as her orgasm took her in waves. Her pussy gripped me tight but still I kept driving on, not ready to surrender, for this moment to be over.