Addicted to You (One Night of Passion 1)

“Scoot over a little on the bed.”

Now that Katie had seen the evidence of his arousal manifested in flesh, she understood his brusqueness. The idea of being polite seemed ludicrous in the presence of Rill’s wild eyes and straining erection. She wiggled over on the mattress, giving him room. She stared wide-eyed as she watched him efficiently roll a condom on his cock.

He tossed a pillow against the wooden headboard of the bed and came down on the mattress in a sitting position, stretching his long legs in front of him. He reached out his arms toward her.

“Come here, Katie,” he prompted in a thick accent.

Katie rose on her hands and knees and crawled toward him, her gaze flickering to his condom-covered cock. It lay against his taut belly while he sat. The condom was thin and stretched very tight. His balls looked round and very full.

A frisson of wariness mingling with excitement shivered up her spine.

“Don’t you dare look at me like that,” Rill whispered roughly. “You’re the one who wanted this, Katie.” He reached and grabbed her shoulders. He pulled her toward him, his hold firm but gentle. Katie moaned when he slid her onto his lap and she felt his hairsprinkled, rock-hard thighs whisk against the backs of her legs and wet, aroused pussy. She kicked him inadvertently in the leg during the maneuver.

“I’m sorry. I should take off my boots,” she moaned.

“You’re not going anywhere”—he lifted her hips with what seemed like effortless ease, even though his muscles bulged, and nodded down at his cock—“except right there. Go on, Katie. Show me this is what you really wanted.”

She bristled a little

at the dark challenge in his tone, but the lust buzzing in her body trumped her irritation by a long shot. Her gaze flickered to Rill’s blazing eyes as she reached for him. His expression grew even tauter when she closed her fingers around the turgid shaft of his cock and lifted it off his body. He held her off him as she shifted him into position.

Katie pressed the head of his cock to her slit and let out a whimper. She could feel his heat through the condom radiating into her flesh. In the seconds that followed, gasps, moans and growls filled the air along with Rill’s taut instructions. Slowly, her body gave way to his steely hardness, melting around him, welcoming him, harboring him fast.

When he was halfway into her body, Katie became aware that she was shaking. She glanced up, and saw Rill’s perspiration-damp, clenched face a half a foot away from her own. He stared fixedly at the staff of his cock penetrating her pussy. Every muscle in his body was drawn tight enough to break.

It was Rill who was shaking; she was feeling the vibration and thought it’d been her own trembling. A wave of compassion went through her. She put her hands on his bulging pectoral muscles, bracing herself, and leaned down close to his ear.

“It’s okay, Rill. Give in to it,” she whispered.

She gritted her teeth and pressed down, willing her body to take him completely. A shout ripped out of her throat, but it was Rill’s guttural groan that filled her ears. He sounded lost.

She sat in his lap, his cock lodged deep inside her body. The pressure of harboring him was intense, bordering on pain.

He flexed his hips up slightly and Katie moaned. The pressure bordered on pleasure, as well. Increasingly, the slow burn dominated her consciousness. Every nerve in her vagina seemed to be firing with excitement at the hard stimulation of Rill’s cock.

He shifted his large hands to her buttocks and squeezed her flesh around his penetrating penis. Katie’s mouth fell open in a loud gasp. He held her completely at his mercy. Rill made a choked sound like he was suppressing a violent explosion. For three seconds, he didn’t move, his dark head lowered, his chin on his chest, Katie’s flesh squeezing his throbbing cock.

She sensed he gathered himself.

He looked up, and she saw that hard, focused gleam in his eyes had returned. His biceps, shoulders and pectoral muscles flexed in unison. Katie rose over his cock. They bulged even larger as he lowered her carefully, clamping his jaw as he did so. Her mouth already hung open, so when she started to keen, there was nothing to dampen the incredulous sound. When her thighs and ass hit his lap with a brisk pop, Katie braced herself with her knees on the mattress and hands on Rill’s shoulder. She joined him in mounting the supreme friction.

“Is this what you wanted, Katie?” Rill rasped between grunts as his cock moved like a well-oiled piston in her pussy and Katie gasped loudly. She was quickly learning that it was hard to hold much in when Rill’s cock was inside her, including air or any semblance of self-restraint.

She threw him a glance that was half anger and half pure lust as he ground her hips down in his lap and then lifted her again as though she weighed about five pounds. It should have intimidated her, how much physical control he held over her. Instead, it aroused her so greatly that she wondered if she’d sprouted a thousand times more nerves in her body.

“Yes,” she told him defiantly. She drove her hips down with extra force, making their skin smack together with a whapping sound and her eyes roll back in her head. Who wouldn’t want this?

“I thought I told you to take off that damn bra,” Rill managed between grunts as he lifted her and drove her down on his cock again. Katie glanced down at herself while Rill’s cock throbbed deep inside her. The light coat of perspiration on her skin had caused the satin cups of her bra to cling to her breasts like a second skin. Rill watched her as she hastily snatched at the garment and peeled the fabric off her breasts. Her nipples were stiff from arousal. They’d deepened in color from the normal tea rose color to a pinkish red.

She felt Rill’s cock lurch inside her and whimpered. He slowly transferred one hand to her middle back. For a moment, he just held her, his long fingers nearly spanning her waist, his cock embedded deep inside her and his eyes fixed on her breasts. Then he began to brush his hand through her hair, pushing the portion that hung over her shoulders behind her. When he’d gathered her hair, he gripped a large portion of it in a fist at her neck.

Even though she knew what he planned on doing, given that hot, ravenous look in his blue eyes, her pussy squeezed his cock in mounting excitement when he leaned forward and nudged a nipple with his lips, as though he wanted to feel her texture with that sensitive skin. He must have felt her tighten around him because he growled, his blazing eyes fixed on her breasts. Katie gasped when he pulled gently on her hair, forcing her head back slightly. She sat there on the staff of Rill’s cock, her chin tilted back and her back arched, her breasts thrust forward like an offering.

“I tried to stop it,” he said in a pressured whisper, so that Katie felt his breath against the stiff crest of a breast. “Now it’s too late. I’m going to have to consume you, Katie.”

A whine leaked out of her throat when he bent forward and slid the tip of her breast into his hot, hungry mouth.

Rill had long known he possessed a proclivity for carnal decadence, a potential for degeneracy. He was like a child in a family of heroin addicts who makes a solemn oath to never touch the stuff for fear of transforming into a slave to the drug. Of course, sex wasn’t a drug, and he damn well hadn’t lived without it since he was fifteen years old—the last year and a half being the exception to the rule. But he’d always made a point of tempering his desires . . . controlling them, always wary of the beast that resided within.