It was as if he knew prolonging the inevitable would heighten my arousal. He fucked my mind before he fucked me.
“Keep going,” he coaxed, when all that was left was his underwear.
Inhaling an unsteady breath, I pushed the material from his hips.
“Now what?” I asked, but moved forward, taking him into my hand, stroking him from base to tip.
He felt hard, smooth, hot. All at the same time.
He threw his head back, a guttural moan escaping from his lips as his arm snaked around my waist.
“You’re playing with fire, Goddess. And you are no way near ready for that.”
I pumped him up and down, loving the feel of his steely length.
He pushed my hands away, picked me up, flipped me onto the bed, and then crawled over me.
“Do you always have to control everything?”
He nipped my jaw, sending a shiver down the column of my spine. “Yes. It’s all I know.”
“It’s going to change with me,” I murmured and tilted my neck to let him rub his stubble along my sensitive skin.
“Not a chance.”
He moved lower, between my breasts, teasing and laving the nipples, then continued farther, biting the muscles of my stomach. I whimpered and gasped and then cried out as he scored his teeth along the inside of my thigh.
My core contracted in response to the pressure, and I fucking knew I was falling down a rabbit hole I’d never experience with any other man again. I wanted him to bite me. I wasn’t sure how. I just knew.
Before I could ask him to make my thoughts a reality, he tugged my thong from my hips and pushed my thighs apart, exposing me completely to his view.
“I’ve wanted a taste of you all night. Now I get my chance.”
The first swipes of his tongue had gasps escaping my lips, and with the next few, I was lost in the delicious newfound pleasure. Simon flicked, circled, teased my clit until I thought I’d go mad, and then he plunged one finger into my sopping pussy, curling upward.
As if my body waited for that extra stimulation, I detonated. Everything inside me clenched and spasmed. My mind clouded as euphoria cascaded throughout every cell in my body.
Simon pushed another digit inside me and thrust in and out, forcing me to ride his hand as he continued to work my pussy with his mouth. He drove my orgasm higher, higher than I imagined possible.
“Simon, I can’t. This is too much.”
Ignoring me, he maintained his pleasure-filled torture, barely letting me come down before bringing me up for another wave of ecstasy.
Sweat covered every inch of me, and I could only gasp in the shallowest of breaths. I pulled at his hair, delirious, wanting him to stop and threatening to kill him if he dared to stop.
When he crawled over me, gloriously naked, condom on that seriously huge cock and hunger like nothing I’d seen in anyone’s eyes, all I could think was that I had no regrets.
This may not have started out the way I wanted, but he wasn’t a complete asshole. Not when it came to sex, anyway.
“We’ll go slow,” he said as the head of his cock sat poised against the entrance of my aching, wet pussy.
I couldn’t help but smile up at him. “You do know I’ve masturbated before.”
He narrowed his gaze.
“As in.” I gripped the back of his head and pulled him to me. “With toys.”
“Is that right?” He shifted forward, making me whimper as a tremor shot through my core.