It must have taken him a while to do this. He could never create something in less than three hours. His hands worked so much detail into his pieces, and he needed to construct every inch of clothing with expert hands. “How long have you been awake?”

“Since three.”

“Couldn’t sleep?” I took the lingerie from his hands, feeling the softness between my fingertips.

“Too inspired.” He slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

As I looked down to stare at the lingerie again, I noticed the front of his pants. The outline of his big cock was noticeable, the bulge impressive. But it didn’t do justice to what was waiting underneath. “Turn around.”

He released a sigh of annoyance before he complied.

I removed the dress I wore and pulled on the gray lingerie. It was skintight around my bust, the strapless top fitting my measurements so well that it stayed up easily.

It was beautiful. So simple, but so perfect.

I didn’t have any heels on, and there wasn’t a pair in sight. Barefoot would have to do even though it wasn’t the best choice. At least it was easier on my feet.

He turned around when he thought enough time had passed, and the second his eyes raked over me, his entire body tensed as all his muscles tightened collectively. His eyes showed his desire, and the way his fingers curled toward his palm showed the way he wanted to grab me.

Now I felt like prey.

And he was the ultimate predator.

This time, he didn’t show any restraint. He moved into me and backed me into the wall, making my small body thud against the hardness. His hands snaked over my body, feeling the lingerie against my skin. He explored every inch, his face pressed to mine. He felt the curve of my hips then squeezed my tits with his large palms. A growl erupted in my face, the growl of an animal that wanted to sink his teeth into me.

He yanked his shirt over his head, pulling it from the back until his head popped through. All of his movements were sexy, even the way he rushed through undressing. He left his jeans on as he kissed me, his hands moving to my rib cage.

I kissed him back and undid the top button of his pants, feeling the incredible heat against my mouth. I couldn’t believe there was ever a time when he didn’t want to kiss me, that he’d taken something so incredible off the table. Now it was the thing I enjoyed most, the action that made me feel most connected to him.

I pushed his jeans and boxers down so his throbbing dick could come free. Throbbing and slightly red, he was drooling at the crown. My slickness would combine with his, and the combination of our two bodies would be utterly incredible.

His hand moved between my legs, and he unfastened my crotch. His fingers lingered behind, feeling the buildup of moisture coat his fingertips. “Fuck…” His lips moved to my ear, and he breathed into my canal as he fingered me, exploring my soaked cunt. When he fingered me for the very first time, he could only get a single finger inside. I was too tight, too innocent. Now I could take all of him with just a slight twinge of pain.

He lifted me against the wall and pinned my back in place as he tilted his hips to press his cock between my folds. His crown moved against my entrance before he shoved himself in, sliding down my wet channel until he was completely inside.

I gripped his shoulders and breathed next to his ear, feeling full from his enormous cock. “God…”

He pressed his face to mine as he remained deep inside me, his thick cock stretching me as wide as I could go. My body could barely accommodate him, but that fullness made the sex so good. I couldn’t imagine being with another man, couldn’t imagine having sex as good as this. Friends told me sex was hit or miss. Sometimes it was good, but most of the time, it wasn’t. The guy usually cared more about finishing than getting the woman off. And some of my friends didn’t like sex at all because it was never good.

That meant Conway was different.

Not just different because he was gorgeous, but different because he prided himself on his performance. He’d never fucked me without letting me finish first—except when he was trying to punish me for something.

He started to move, pressing me hard into the wall as he rocked his hips back and forth. He gripped my ass as he kept me suspended, his thick arms tightening and bulging with the beautiful muscles of his body. As if he’d picked me up in a bar and couldn’t wait to take me home to fuck me, he gave it to me hard, right then and there. He didn’t kiss me, but he looked into my face with every thrust, watching my reaction to him.

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