“I can definitely make that happen.” As if Silas can read my mind, he spins me around, to where my back is against his front, and I can feel the ridge of him through his jeans, pressing up against my ass. All of him. Every hard inch.

He catches my gaze in the mirror. “Don’t leave. I think I need a hard ride more than you.”

Feeling brazen, I push my ass against his erection. “You promised to give me exactly what I needed tonight.”

“That’s right. I did.” He licks his lips and leans in to rub his handsome face along my ear, nipping at my lobe. “I always keep my promises.”

“Well, then,” I catch his attention. “Give it to me.”

Like lightning, he lifts my dress past my hips and leans me forward to where my forehead rests against the mirror. “Look at this ass.” He smacks it, spinning me around so fast I almost get whiplash. “I’ll always give you anything you ask for.” He unzips his jeans and pulls out a gorgeous but monstrous dick.

Survival instincts kick in, and I recoil at the size of it, backing away slightly, unsure if it will fit. “Uh,” I say, squeezing my thighs together. “Will that even fit?”

His eyes roam over all of me. “Barely,” he breathes out. “But I’m gonna make sure you’re nice and wet for me.”

I believe him, and now I’m second guessing everything. “Uh,” I say again.

Silas looks vulnerable right now, staring at me with sad eyes. “Please, don’t back out,” he says, strained.

It’s like he wants me to be ok with his size, and not shy away from him. It makes me yearn for him, want to please him, and not be afraid of his size. But to welcome it.

“Give it to me,” I whisper, spreading my legs further apart as he moves me onto the counter.

One side of his lips tip up and the sight of it turns me on more than anything. “I knew you wanted to be my little naughty plaything.”

I nod. “I do.”

He reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a condom and opens it, ripping the package with his teeth.

“Gotta protect that banana,” I say.

His heated gaze meets mine, and he chuckles. “Yeah, but I am clean. I want you to know that.”

I gaze into his eyes. “Me too. I’m on the pill,” I tell him.

His muscular chest rises and falls as he stares at me, mouth open slightly, as he debates whether he wants to do this without a condom.

It might seem foolish of me, but something in my gut, a connection to him, makes me want to feel him bare inside me.

“I’ve never fucked a woman without a condom before,” he whispers.

I take the condom from his hand. “I’ve never fucked a man in a bar bathroom. There’s a first time for everything.”

He leans closer, capturing my mouth with his luscious lips. He kisses me rough, possessive, encompassing as he holds me tight against his hard body. I’m wet and ready when he breaks the kiss. He presses his thick cock at my entrance, nudging in the head, and I suck in a breath.

This is really happening.

“Fuck,” he rasps, his eyes falling shut, “you feel so good.” He moves slowly at first, easing in, letting me acclimate to his size.

His very big size.

I moan, holding onto him for dear life as he gives me exactly what he promised. He moves inside of me, in and out, over and over. God, he feels so good.

I can’t believe this is really happening.

I squeeze my eyes shut, letting him pump in and out of me.

“Open your eyes. Be here with me,” he says, his husky voice so close. “Betty, look at me. Look at my thick cock pushing inside you.”

I open my eyes, staring into the dark eyes of Silas Irons, and then glancing down to the connection we’re forming.

He slows his pace. “Just me and you right here. Right now.”

I nod, my eyes snapping back up to his, letting him fill me completely. “I know.” This is the wildest thing I’ve ever done in my life, and I can’t imagine doing it with anyone else.

With one hand on the small of my back and the other gripping my hip, he continues moving inside me, melting my insides with every touch he delivers. I moan louder the closer my body builds toward an orgasm. The first of many I’m hoping for with him.

The whole city would shun me if they knew I was here right now, head thrown back, my nails digging into the flesh of Silas’s biceps as he pummels me.

It just feels so good.

A kind of good I’ve never experienced before, a kind of good I want again, because I’m pretty sure I’ll never experience this with anyone else.

It’s like Silas has the map to my body memorized, and he’s driving to all the best places, taking his time admiring each and every attraction. I love it.

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