Shrieking, she fought his grip. She sailed through the air and landed, bouncing, on a mattress. Severin. She launched herself at him, hammering his chest with her fists. He pressed her back then wrestled off her underwear, ribbons popping and tearing as she fought him.
His mouth came down on hers hard, devouring her protests as she tried to scratch his face off. Big hands banded her wrists, pinning them over her head as he forced her legs apart with his knee. Bare skin against bare skin. Severin between her legs as he held her down.
“Do you want me to stop?” Severin rumbled, his voice hoarse and his body full of tension.
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“If you want it you’re going to have to take it,” she snapped. “I’m not letting you torture me anymore.”
He laughed, but the sound was sexy and dangerous.
“You’re just lucky you’re not ready for DP,” Severin growled.
Horny, angry, she struggled, but it was like fighting a wall. DP with him and Rodrigo? Hell no.
“You’re not going to call Rodrigo in here to do your dirty work for you again?” she growled back.
She wanted him so bad – just him – but he kept teasing her then withholding it. He was making her crazy. Maybe the feelings she had for him were unrequited. Maybe she was just a game to him.
The tip of his cock dragged along her pussy, and she struggled against the huge man’s one-handed hold on her wrists, trying to twist her hips away or kick him as the broad head of his dick pushed against her entrance. Hot, like a brand. Maybe he wasn’t messing with her this time. She sucked in a breath.
No condom. Fuck. She’d never done this before.
Chapter Twelve
Minnow gazed up at him, mouth open in surprise as he thrust forward. The fight drained out of her. He was tempted to stop and savor the moment, but the biological imperative to get inside her took over. What had Rodrigo done to make this work? He gripped his aching cock and coaxed the head slowly into her slick heat. She looked and felt too small to accommodate him, but the grip of her body was addictive. Her expression went from shocked to uncomfortable.
“Oh fuck – why do you have to be so big?” She squirmed under him, digging her heels into the mattress and forcing him deeper, pausing to gasp and adjust to his size, then taking another inch.
He tugged off his T-shirt and watched the process, finding it insanely erotic seeing his shaft slowly being worked into her small body. The fit was fucking tight for him, so he could only imagine how it felt to her.
Whoa. He was actually inside her. He’d assumed he’d die without knowing what sex with a woman was like, and yet inch by inch he was sinking into her exquisite heat.
He rubbed his thumb over her clit and she bucked under him, her pussy rippling around his cock and forcing him to grind his teeth and think about anything other than how hot and tight and wet she was, and how he was going get her off and then come inside her.
“Okay, stop,” she gasped. “I need –” She whined and shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Hurts?” he asked breathlessly, trying to stay still while fighting the urge to drive the last inch into her even though he’d bottomed out.
“Yes,” she hissed. “I’ve been too horny for too long and everything feels swollen, and if you touch my clit again I’m going to come and the squirming will hurt us both.”
Her pussy was pulsing around him and the pleasure of it made him grit his teeth. His balls felt too tight and relief was so close, but he didn’t want it to be over yet.
“God – your dick is too hot and you’re not even wearing a condom.” She whimpered.
They stared at each other nose to nose, both breathing carefully as if they were in danger of detonating. Her eyes were the deepest brown, warm, kind, patient with his ineptitude and awkwardness at the worst of times, but this astounded him. She wasn’t even laughing at him.
She caused the best and most uncomfortable feelings in his chest. She raised her head and brushed her lips over his, but the way it tightened her inner muscles made them both groan so she relaxed against the bed again.
“Okay,” she said, her voice still mildly hysterical, “do whatever you want. I can’t hold off anymore.”
He kissed her deeply, brushing the tip of his tongue over hers as he took his first experimental thrust. God – being inside her... Why and how the hell had he held off for so long?
“Oh fuck,” she whispered, but then whined and tried to follow him with her hips as he pulled partway out. “No, no, no – give it back.” She wrapped her legs around the back of his thighs and pulled him close.
He thrust into her harder and her eyes rolled back and she grunted low in her throat.
“Fuck,” she said, sounding drunk. “Yesss.”