“I should have mentioned this,” he said in a low voice, gazing down at the picture she made for him, her legs wide-open and wrapped around him. And his cock rubbing this way and that over her proud little clit. “But I like to be in charge. Does that work for you?”
She was panting. Her eyes were unfocused, but still, she laughed at that.
“Go right ahead,” she told him. “I can handle it.”
“If you say so.”
Charlie slammed himself into her, deep.
And felt her come, hot and wet and greedy, like a dream.
Maya couldn’t believe any of this was happening.
She couldn’t believe the things that had come out of her mouth. She couldn’t believe that she’d let a total stranger lead her off into a dark little shack.
But that paled in comparison to the fact that he was inside her.
Thick, huge and impossibly hard.
And more, that an orgasm clenched her tight and hard in its greedy fist, instantly.
She didn’t believe in things like this. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real.
Men this beautiful didn’t exist, and if they did, they certainly didn’t dole out instant orgasms like candy—
But still, she shook around him, one wave crashing into another like they might go on forever. She heard the strangest, most insane noises...that it took her much too long to realize were coming from her.
A lot like a scream, but that was impossible.
This was all impossible.
She choked herself off from any further crazy noises and forced her eyes open. Then she looked down at this beautiful, dangerous stranger who was lodged so deep inside her that she thought she could feel him down into her toes.
His grin was slow and cocky.
And it made her shiver all over again.
She wrapped her arms around his shockingly hard shoulders and held on.
His rough edges were evident everywhere, and it amazed her how much she wanted to lick each and every one of them. His tattoos. His calloused hands. That physical power—when she’d only ever known financial power. She wanted to revel in it.
But she assumed that he would just go for it now, as fast as he could, because she was already taken care of. And it was only fair.
He pulled out, slow and easy, then thrust back in the same way. Like he had all the time in the world.
He did it again, slow and deep. Then that drag out again that made her head spin.
He slid a hand down to her ass, lifting her against him, which made the angle...more. More of everything. Intense and deep and too much, all...more.
He didn’t change his pace.
Maya could feel the remnants of that wallop of an orgasm dancing all along her skin, sinking into her bones, making her feel bright and wild. Time seemed to flatten out on either side of them, and the world narrowed down until there was nothing but that deep, dirty rhythm.
She was aware of everything. How strong he was, that he could hold her so easily and never break that slow, drugging rhythm of his. He smelled like salt and man, something like the sea, and she wanted nothing more than to dip her head and taste him.
But she didn’t, because that felt like intimacy, and whatever strange magic this was, it wasn’t that.
On some level, she thought that was ridiculous because he was inside her—but she couldn’t seem to hold on to the things that danced into her head and then out.
There was only that long, smooth thrust. Then the retreat. Over and over and over again.
He braced his other hand on the wall beside her face. She found herself entranced by the corded beauty of his forearm and the particular glory of all those lean muscles.
She could feel the ache in her thighs, but she didn’t care. She could feel his chest against hers as she arched into him, then away. Each brush made her nipples ache, and she wanted more. Harder. Deeper. More.
Everything—but she didn’t say that, either.
This is sex, she told herself. This is pure fucking.
And it was more than that, she knew with each thick, deep, thrilling surge inside her.
It was an exorcism.
With every thrust, she was made new.
It was her baptism, and every sacrament thereafter, as he slowly, deliberately, pounded her into madness.
But what a sweet madness it was.
“You going to come again?” It took her a moment to realize that was him, talking to her in that growly, dangerous voice that seemed to scour her body the same way he did. Rough and right. “Are you just going to hang out?”
And Maya didn’t know who she was. She never did things like this. She’d never kissed a stranger, much less fucked one up against the wall not even five minutes after laying eyes on him for the first time.
She wasn’t this person.
But maybe that was why it was easy to become as much a stranger to herself as the stranger inside her and smile at him. Wicked and flirtatious and nothing like her at all.
“You can either make me come or you can’t,” she told him, astonished at the words that came out of her own mouth. But she ran with them anyway. “How is that on me?”
“Good point,” he replied, and then everything changed.
He gripped her ass harder and lifted her away from the wall. She flowed against him, then bit her own bottom lip as he took that hand of his from the wall and brought it between them.
“Try this,” he said, his mouth against her neck, and then he did something to her clit with those big, rough fingers of his—
Maya felt like she’d been electrocuted. It was a jolt, a wild burst of light, and then everything exploded.
She was lost in the white light of it, the wild, impossible commotion, but she held on tight until he finally broke that rhythm of his and went a little wild himself.
And when he groaned out his release into the crook of her shoulder, he tipped her right back over that edge for the third time.
He staggered slightly, then caught himself against the wall again, holding her there between his hard body and the stone.
She held on for longer than she should have, maybe. Until she remembered herself.
Or if not herself, exactly, then the facts of the situation.
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