CEO Daddy (Crescent Cove 6.50)

“Relax, Hannah. Just let me inside.”

“That’s the freaking object of this and yet…”

The rumble in his chest ended in a low chuckle. “We have all night and only two condoms.”

He was right, but I was so restless and lost. I didn’t have any choice but to follow him.

I turned my face to meet his mouth and wrapped my arms around his neck. He gasped into the kiss and the long, strong hardness of his shaft dragged along my inner thigh. “Yes,” I said against his mouth. “Closer.”

He tore his lips away from mine and inched down to my hips. “Is that the way you want to play it?”

I sat up on my elbows. “I don’t want to play anything but you inside me. Fill me up, Asher. Please.”

His eyes were wild, but his determination was overriding everything.

I fell back on the pillows. I didn’t know this man, but I knew one thing. I was on his timetable.

He yanked me down then hooked my knee over his shoulder and all his teasing double-timed until I was writhing on the bed.

Fingers, tongue, even his breath was focused on the very center of me. I tried to grab onto his shoulder, but I swear my brains were leaking out my ears. I pushed pillows out of the way and grasped the headboard as he feasted on me.

There was truly no other word for it.

My thighs shook as he slipped two fingers inside me and lapped at me. I arched up as the crackling fire, the dim light, even the howling wind outside fell away and there was simply nothing but my own harsh breathing and my heartbeat throbbing under his tongue and reverberating in my head.

“Fuck, Hannah.” He bit down on my inner thigh as he thrust inside me again and again with his fingers.

I couldn’t take it. The pleasure mowed me down and left absolute destruction in its wake.

Then he was gone and I couldn’t articulate what I needed. Something. Even while I basked in the ruins of what he’d done with me, there was something missing.

In an instant, he was back. The was no space between us this time. Just him ranging over me before he parted my sticky thighs and slid forward.

Finally.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear, but I was already too far gone.

Too far past the point of no return.

I accepted him inside me as if I was made for him. A twinge of discomfort, then a fullness I’d never dreamed possible.

He curled his arms under my back and enveloped me from chest to waist as we joined in every single way. He cradled the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he held me still. And watched me as he broke down every defense I’d ever thought I had.

I could deny him nothing.

Even if I’d wanted to, he wouldn’t allow it.

He stretched me out, wrung me out, and demanded more. Sweat poured between us thanks to the roaring fire beside the bed, but I didn’t care.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him. Maybe even my heart.

The friction of our bodies, and the seeds of my orgasm, grew until his name was a chant against his mouth, his neck, even his shoulder as I tried not to scream the roof down.

My name was a plea, then an oath as he finally released his rigid control and drove into me. I chased him, the fire, the edges of insanity, and a moment before he did, I broke.

Fully and inexorably.

He filled me in more ways than should have been possible. This stranger shouldn’t have been able to touch me so deeply, so completely.