Her Naughty Holiday (Men at Work 2)

“Inside me. Deep.”

She saw the outline of his smile.

“Good,” he said. “You should.”

“I mean it, Erick,” she said. She loved the sound of his name on her lips. “That wasn’t a fantasy. I’m asking you to do it.”

“Asking me to what? Say it. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do.”

“I want you inside me. Please.”

“Tongue, fingers, cock?”

“All of them. But cock first.”

“Now?”

“Please—”

He moved so fast she was on her back before she could say “and thank you.”

She lifted her hips to help him slide her panties off. This was insane. They’d only had their first kiss three hours ago. But she felt like a runaway train, no stopping her or him or them or this. And she didn’t want it to stop. Not now. Not ever.

Erick pushed her thighs apart with his knees and took his cock in his hand.

“Are you wet enough?” he asked.

“Drowning.”

He braced himself over her and she lay flat on the bed beneath him, ready and eager and waiting. She flinched in pleasure as the tip of his penis grazed her swollen clitoris.

“Wider,” he said, and she lifted her knees and spread her thighs. He pushed the tip through her wet folds and entered her. As he lowered himself onto her, his cock went deeper inside her. She heard a moaning sound, low and dirty, and realized it was coming from her.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Erick rasped into her ear. “And burning up inside.” He slid his arm under her to hold her hard against his chest. She felt weak in his arms, weak and faint and small. She liked it. He pumped his hips into hers, pushing his cock deeper. Gasping she dug her fingernails into his shoulders as she pushed back against him. She didn’t want him inside her. She needed him inside her. It was life or death. At least, it felt like it in the moment.

“That’s it,” he said as he thrust into her again. “Show me how much you want it. Show it to me, beautiful.”

She opened her legs wide, dug her heels into the bed and pushed up and up against him as he bore down on her, thrusting harder, pounding her like he’d warned her he would. It was hard sex, not rough but she definitely felt everything all the way into her stomach. With him on top of her and his arms around her, holding her so tightly she felt like a princess in a book, being taken and ravished and used by some sort of barbarian warrior.

And she loved it.

He had her pinned down, nailed to the bed. She couldn’t escape, couldn’t move anything but her arms and her hips. And the best part was she didn’t want to escape, didn’t want to move from him. She just wanted to lie here underneath him and let him fuck her for the rest of her life.

She tried to tell him but he had something to say instead.

“Your pussy’s so tight it feels like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“I haven’t.”

Erick froze midthrust and looked down at her.

“Don’t stop,” she said, wrapping her legs around his thighs to hold him inside her. “Please, please, please don’t stop.”

“Not stopping,” he said. “Not ever.”

He kissed her mouth and she couldn’t help but sigh with relief when he started to move inside her again. At first he was careful with her, too careful, like he was afraid to hurt her. She didn’t want that. She wanted it like it was before. She lifted her hips again into his, letting him know with her body how much she wanted what he had to give her. He took the hint and thrust a little harder, then a little harder than that. She had to say something. If she were him, she’d be silently freaking out, so she had to tell him something to make him relax and enjoy it again as much as he had before.

“I wanted it to be just like this,” she said.