She could feel another orgasm creeping up on her. Could feel the tension building and building, winding her so damn tight. And then she shattered, crying out as her body arched and shook.

Collapsing against the floor, she opened her eyes. Kneeling between her thighs once more, he snatched a condom out of his jeans’ pocket and swiftly donned it. His shimmering blue gaze snapped to hers, glittering with so much heat and … something close to menace. Oh yeah, he was hanging by the thinnest of threads.

Keenan grabbed her legs, yanked her closer, and then roughly pushed her spread thighs up towards her chest. Usually, he had no problem keeping a woman dangling on the edge of an orgasm for hours. Desire never rode him hard. Desperation never seized him. Anticipation never filled him so fully that he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Now, nothing mattered but burying himself inside Khloé. She gasped when he fed her the broad head of his cock. His shaft throbbed with the overwhelming urge to jackhammer into her over and over. Some-fucking-how, he resisted. She was so small and slight, and he worried he’d hurt her.

“Look at me,” he ground out. He wanted to stare into her eyes, wanted to be sure she wasn’t in any pain. He also wanted to see them glaze over with pleasure as he fucked her.

Grasping onto what little control he had, Keenan sank inside her slow and smooth. Fuck, he’d never been inside a pussy so goddamn tight. If she wasn’t so slick, he’d struggle to enter her.

When he finally bottomed out, she let out a long, shaky breath and double-blinked. Pain pinched her brow, and she squirmed slightly.

“Shh, you’re okay, I got you.” He stroked her inner thighs, humming. “You took all of me like a good girl. I knew you would.”

“Jesus, you’re deep. My womb is like, ‘What the fuck is in me?’” A laugh would have bubbled out of him if he wasn’t grinding his teeth against the urge to pound into her. He slowly pulled back, leaving only the head of his dick inside her, and then he slammed home with such force she bucked beneath him. He did it again and again, ignoring his demon’s demand for him to pick up his pace.

“Harder,” she rasped. “I won’t break.”

“Don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” She licked her lips. “Besides, I like a little pain.”

He closed his eyes, pausing mid-thrust. “Fuck, Khloé, you can’t say shit like that.” Not when he was precariously balancing on the knife-edge of what self-discipline he had left—and there wasn’t much.

He’d never in his life felt like this. Desperate. Frantic. Shaken by the sheer intensity of the need flaring through him.

“Harder,” she repeated. “If it hurts, if I can’t take it, I’ll let you know. Come on, you know you want to.”

He sank fully into her again, and her pussy rippled. “Jesus, Khloé, how can you be so tight?”

“I’m a virgin.”

He blinked. “What?”

“Kidding. Sorry, there’s been other guys before you.” Her smile was all mischief. “And that just makes you want to fuck me so hard I’ll never forget the feel of you, doesn’t it?”

Yeah, it damn well did. Tricky little witch. He pulled back again. “You sure that’s what you want?”

“Do I look unsure?” she snapped.

“No, baby, you look hungry for more of my dick.” And so he gave it to her. His control a distant memory, he fucked her brutally at a merciless pace. Honest to God, it was like there was a fever in his blood.

Drowning in the hot, silken feel of her, he kept on driving hard and fast. He couldn’t ease up. Couldn’t slow down. He could only pound deep into her pussy over and over, driven by a need so basic and vicious he was helpless against it.

He wanted her to feel branded. Possessed. Owned. Greedy for more. He wanted no other man to ever again be good enough for her. Which made him a dick, but there it was.

Sexual energy swirled around her, sweet and spicy and mouth-watering. He breathed it in, let it fill his lungs. Fuck, the taste of her … no other beat it.

Still thrusting fast and deep, he grabbed her hand and splayed it over her stomach. “Can you feel me? Can you feel how deep I am?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “God, don’t stop, I’m gonna come.”

She wasn’t the only one. He felt the telling tingle at the base of his spine, knew he wouldn’t last much longer. How could he? Those throaty fucking moans were killing him, and the inferno-hot grasp of her pussy was so gorgeously tight it was also pure torture.

He draped himself over her and gave her his weight. “I want to feel your pussy clamp down on my cock. I want to shoot my come so deep inside you, you’ll swear you can taste it.”

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