Lust & Lies Box Set-Sexual Awakenings, Excess, Predator & Prey

I didn’t have time to respond before he pulled out and slammed back into me. My body rose to meet his thrusts as he twisted his hips perfectly, and I felt my whole body tense in expectation. I opened my eyes as he crashed into me one more time and I detonated.

It was the first time I’d ever screamed a man’s name when I came.

Shockwave after shockwave ripped through me as I opened my eyes to see Daniello still thrusting but watching me intently. It lasted far longer than I was used to, and with another quick movement of his hips, I dissolved again.

Daniello rose to his knees, keeping us connected and me wrapped around him as he pounded into me without mercy. With one hand wrapped around me to keep me centered, he used his spare hand to clutch my throat. I lay limp in his arms, fighting the constriction of my airway as my spent body took every hard inch of him.

It was ecstasy.

With a grunt of exertion, I was released and fell back into the bed as Daniello threw his head back and let go. I watched his muscles tighten and his jaw clench as he thrust one last time and came.

It was the best fuck of my life.

I heard heavy breathing and froze. I couldn’t remember the last time I had allowed another man to sleep in my bed. I also couldn’t remember falling asleep for that matter. I moved to get up but was trapped by a captive arm and silky, dark skin. He curled his fingers around my hip and stroked lightly before he released me. I looked at him sleeping and inwardly groaned. His hair fell over his face, covering my appreciative view aside from the sheet that revealed a ripped muscled back and the top of his perfect, firm ass. He took immaculate care of his body, and it was evident as I stared at the side of his rippled torso that led down to his perfect, solid cock. His only imperfection was a large scar that wrapped around his trim waist. He was massive and completely capable.

One night, that’s what we both agreed to.

It was over. And the truth was, I didn’t want it to be. Sure he was arrogant to the point of infuriating, but in bed, he was an enigma. He could read my body and gave it exactly what it longed for. I was ravaged and sore from last night but felt the evidence of my lust renewed as my pulse thrummed between my legs.

We didn’t have to be best friends to have amazing sex. Hell, we didn’t even have to talk. But it was more than that. He intrigued me. Reaching over, I brushed his dark hair away from his face to reveal two golden eyes gazing up at me.

“You like me,” he whispered with amusement.

“I like the way you fuck,” I answered honestly.

“So am I to assume you want another night with me?”

“Nope,” I said with a small smile.

“That is the first time I have seen that,” he said, brushing my exposed nipple with his fingers as I sat before him, bare and uninhibited.

“Seen what?” I asked as he moved to stroke my naked thigh, his fingers leading sensation from the place he was coveting to the center of my soaked core.

“That is the first time you have smiled for me.” Seeming to read my needy body, he pushed me down beneath him. “I will maybe think about it.”

“Think about what?” I asked as he centered himself at my entrance and began to stroke my pulsing clit. I licked my lips as I looked up at him. He stared down at me, a solid wall of beautiful, raw man.

“Fuck,” he hissed as his pulsing, hard cock entered me slowly. He looked down at me with lust in his eyes but a smug grin. “Sharing more time with you.”

“Oh, go to—” And my words were sucked away with one hard, hungry thrust. Appraising him with lips parted, I saw raw and primal hunger. The man was surreal, and I decided then I did want more from him. I knew it last night. I also knew I didn’t have to think twice about getting my emotions involved. Our sexual connection was off the charts, but I was positive I could keep my emotions out of it. It wasn’t something I even had to worry about. And just as I thought that, his eyes softened slightly above me.

The truth was, I wanted him to think about it. I wanted him to think about me, crave me, and end my wait of finding the perfect sexual partner, no matter how temporary it may be.

Suddenly, he withdrew and slunk down between my thighs, lifting my lower half up with his palm and cupping my ass in front of him as if I weighed nothing.

Flattening his tongue, he devoured my pussy eagerly as I gripped his shoulders. It took no time for my orgasm to build. “You like being in the palm of my hand, Taylor?” The curl of his tongue around my name had my orgasm surfacing.

“Mmm,” I answered as he darted his tongue expertly on my clit. He stopped his torture and looked up at me just as I was about to breach.

“You are a good little mouse in bed, no?” I glared at him as his head descended, and just as I was about to feel his tongue again, I pushed him away.

“No,” I said as I positioned my fingers on my clit and he watched me rub out my orgasm. I could tell he delighted in my rebellion as he witnessed me come with an amused grin.

He flipped me suddenly, and his weight settled between my thighs as he curled his arms around my shins pulling them up with him as he impaled me. I screamed out in ecstasy, feeling his hot breath on my neck.

“Do you want a lover or do you want a master?” he gritted out as he pulled back and sharply thrust again.

“Oh fuck,” I cried as I reached out for anything to hold onto, finding leverage as I gripped the edge of the mattress.