Jesus. His skin was on fire. Hank peered at his reflection in the mirror. Eyes wild. Jaw set. Pulse jumping in his throat. Breath sawing in and out of his lungs. Cock slapping his belly. He’d be goddamn lucky if she didn’t put a halt to this upon seeing him so reckless with need.

Lainie wants this just as much as you do or she would’ve said no.

He must’ve looked calmer than he felt when he entered the bedroom, because Lainie smiled at him from the edge of the mattress.

Her smile slipped when he slammed the door shut and locked it behind him.

Feeling far edgier than his ambling walk suggested, Hank snagged an unopened tube of K-Y and another condom from the top drawer in his dresser. He tossed the whole shooting match beside her and climbed on the bed.

“Umm. What about the ropes?”

“Another time.”

She scrambled backward as he stalked her across the mattress. “Why?”

Hank got right in her face. “Because I’m impatient as hell. Because it’ll be so much more satisfying that you’re giving me this, rather than me tying you up and just taking it.”

Her kiss-swollen lips formed an O of understanding.

“Get on your hands and knees, Lainie, before I lose my everlovin’ mind.”

His eyes feasted on her, noticing the strength in her shoulders. Her slim torso flaring into the beautiful curve of her hips. The deep dimples above her ass. The sleek line of her shapely thighs flowing into muscular calves and tiny feet.

“You look as gorgeous from the back as you do from the front.”

She arched her neck and waggled her rear, reminding him of a mare in season.

Hank donned the condom and popped the top on the bottle of lube. “Widen your stance. Good. Angle your hips so I can reach you.” Kissing between her shoulder blades, he traced the crack of her ass and swept one lubed finger over the snug little pucker.

She hissed in a breath.

“Breathe out, baby. Relax.” On her next exhale he wiggled his finger inside to the webbing of his hand.

Christ, that was tight. He moved that finger in and out until she seemed to relax. Then he added more lube when he inserted the second finger.

“Shit. Hank. That hurts.”

He placed a string of soft, wet kisses down her spine. “It’ll get better.”

“For you or for me?” she shot back.

A laugh rumbled out. “Oh. Definitely for me.” He shoved both fingers in knuckle-deep. He put his lips on the back of her neck and breathed, letting the air drift across the dampness.

She shivered.

“If you wanna stop, Lainie, say so now. Because once I get goin’, I ain’t gonna hear anything beyond the pounding of my flesh as I f**k this virgin hole until my balls burst.”

A pause. Then she said, “Don’t stop.”

Hank kissed her nape. “I’ll make it good for you. And if I can’t do that, I’ll at least make it memorable.”

She laughed delicately. “No vanilla?”

“Definitely not. Hard and fast and dirty.” He plunged his fingers in and out, biting back his growl of pleasure at how firmly those untried muscles clamped down. After twisting the digits deep, then scissoring them wide, he decided Lainie was as loose and ready as he could make her.

He wouldn’t last long once he’d buried his dick in that hot, snug passage. He thoroughly slicked up his shaft. Grabbing a pliant butt cheek in each hand, he positioned the head to her hole, watching the muscles tauten, trying to deny him entry.

“Lainie. Don’t tense up. Push out. Breathe out. Lemme in. That’s it, darlin’.” He popped the plump c**k head past the ring of muscle.

“Is it in?” she asked, panting.

“No.” Hank lifted her hips higher so he could watch his c**k pushing through her resistance, an inch at a time, until her sphincter was stretched around the base of his cock. “Now I’m in all the way.”

“Fuck. That burns.”

“It’ll get better.” Hank couldn’t tear his eyes away as he pulled out. Completely out. He circled the spasming hole and rammed in.

Lainie started to raise herself up, but Hank centered his palm in the middle of her back and shoved her down until her chest rested against the mattress. “Steady. Relax, okay?”

She nodded and sucked in another breath at his slow withdrawal and harsh plunge.

His brain was stuck on a continual loop of pleasure. In: slick, tight, hot.

Out: Dragging across the sensitive tissues, he felt the squeeze of her muscles tightening.

“Hank?”

“Mmm?”

“Why did you slow down?”

Hank’s balls were tight. His body was sweating, shaking. His brain focused on the basics: the primal need to come and the hot release dangling just out of his reach. “Because I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not. Give it to me the way you promised. Fast, dirty, and hard. I’m ready.”

With a snarl, he jackhammered into her, lost in that primitive male need. His fingers clutched her ass as his c**k reamed her. A line of fire zigzagged from the top of his head down through his spinal cord, zapping his balls into giving up the goods.

He held himself still as he came, locking his knees, his jaw, his ass as her rectum constricted around his spasming dick and he lost himself to the haze of release.

The clouds behind his eyes cleared. The fog in his brain lifted. He blinked. “Holy f**kin’ shit. That was . . . Wow.”

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