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I dig my heels into his ass, pulling him closer to me.

“Easy.” He pumps his fingers in and out of me a couple of times.

Pulling them out

, he coats my pussy with the wetness and then slides his finger down to my ass. My hips jerk, lifting off the bed as he outlines the tight ring. I gasp at the foreign feeling. No one has ever touched me there.

“I need you nice and relaxed,” he says. “The last thing I want is hurt you now, but tomorrow, plan on being nice and sore.”

“Rex. Please.”

He looks up from my pussy, where his finger is making delicate sweeps back and forth, up and down, and his gaze collides with mine.

No words are spoken. None are needed. I see my need for him reflected back at me, and in one gentle move, Rex guides himself to my entrances and pushes inside.

All the air rushes from my lungs as he stretches me, filling me more than any man ever has. It’s overwhelming and feels so damn good and I don’t know how I’m supposed to walk away from him after just one night.

Rex groans, and I lift my hips. My body welcomes his with ease, molding around him until he’s seated balls deep. He doesn’t move right away, instead giving me time to adjust, but I don’t need time, and I shift my hips, easing him out and losing my breath when he pushes back in.

Rex’s eyes smolder with a look so raw and feral that it leaves me momentarily stunned. He told me before that he isn’t a gentle lover, which is how I know he’s holding back. There’s strain on his face as he prevents himself from fucking me into oblivion. But I don’t want him to take it slow. I want him consumed by the moment and the passion running through us.

“Please,” I beg, watching where we’re joined, wanting nothing more than to see his cock slide out of my body. “I need more.”

His grip on my thighs tightens, his fingers digging into the skin with just enough pinch to keep me grounded in the moment as he pulls himself out. My lips part, my pulse racing, and I’m not sure if it’s because I’m watching this Adonis of a man fuck me, or if it’s because it feels so goddamn good.

“Look at us,” he says, pushing himself back inside my body before pulling out again. “I knew we’d fit together like this. Your body is perfect for mine, your tight pussy squeezing my cock.”

I’m not sure I can handle this—him. His touch alone sets me on fire, but add his filthy mouth and dirty words, and it’s about all I can do to keep myself from losing control. My body is coiled tight, my legs trembling.

Rex’s fierce eyes connect with mine. I hold his gaze for a moment, but my body is buzzing with too much energy, and my eyes flutter closed as I fist the comforter on either side of my hips. A groan pulls from Rex’s lips as his hips surge forward, hard and demanding.

My back arches off the bed, silently begging for more, and Rex is quick to oblige. His mouth closes around one of my nipples, his tongue working it to a tight peak.

Sucking.

Biting.

Teasing.

Claiming.

Tunneling my fingers into his hair, I hold him against me as he laves at my breasts. Our hips match each other thrust for thrust, and there’s a stirring deep in my belly. Warmth spreads through my body. Desperate for release, I squeeze a hand between our bodies. My fingers find my clit.

“Fuck no,” he demands, pushing to his full height. He nudges my hand out of the way and rubs my clit—tight, fast circles that drive me crazy and cause a lick of fire to race down my spine.

“Oh, God, Rex. Please. Faster,” I beg, my orgasm slamming into me.

Whatever control he was holding on to snaps. Rex fucks me harder, deeper, and the sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room.

He tosses his head back, the muscles in his neck and shoulders tightening as he groans through his own release before collapsing on top of me. Our mouths crash together in a brutal kiss as we ride out the waves of our climaxes.

“You’re so beautiful, Shae.”

I want to say something nice to him, compliment him the way he does me, but I’m still trying to wrap my head around what just happened. He thrusts his hips one last time before pulling out.

“Don’t move,” he says, stripping off the condom.

I couldn’t move if I tried.


Tags: K. L. Grayson Mystery