She gasped when his cock left her lips, let air fill her lungs before she took him back in and pumped him firmly with her hand. Her chest burned, her jaw strained. Wanting him was an ache upon an ache. Like being addicted to something that hurts a little—worth the sting for the rush it delivers. That’s what Connor’s cock was like.
His thigh stiffened under her free hand and he withdrew from her mouth completely. She arched her neck and opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out as far as it would go for more.
“Look at you.” Connor tugged on her hair and butted the tip of his dick against her tongue but didn’t feed it to her like she wanted. “Do you have any clue how fucking stunning you are?” He groaned and released her then tugged her up by the arm. “Shirt off now.”
Her legs went weak on her but she did what he asked and pulled off her T-shirt and then her bra. Her breasts fell out, heavier than they’d ever been, nipples hard as stones. The skin across them tingled. He grabbed her breasts in his big hands, squeezed them, rolled his thumbs over her nipples.
Her head lulled back and his arm circled her waist, held her and she arched over the security of his embrace. His mouth closed over one ridged nipple, laving it with his tongue as his free hand tweaked the other. Pleasure shot between her legs and control swirled out of her grasp.
The rough scrape of his whiskers against her skin added layer upon layer of sensation to what was already too much. He moved to the other breast and gave it equal attention, offering it a light nip with his teeth.
“Oh god please, Connor,” she cried.
Her legs gave way and he caught her then hoisted her over his shoulder. Her bare bottom stuck in the air, his hand resting on it.
“Just remember you asked for it.” He smacked her ass-cheek hard enough to smart then rubbed the spot and carried her to her room.
Her breasts wobbled against his back and blood rushed to her head, making it spin. He’d thrown her over his shoulder as he’d done at the gym but this time she reveled in his caveman-like behavior, a tantalizing preview of how he was about to own her.
Connor deposited her on the bed then climbed over her. Her heart beat so hard the sound rang in her ears. He pushed her thighs apart, dipped between them, covered her rigid clitoris with his tongue and worked it. Pleasure hazed her vision, doubled it until the room was only shadows and light. He drove two fingers into her. Her back arched off the bed. Too much… All the freaking teasing had heightened her sensitivity. She moaned breathlessly, sounding like someone else.
He raised his face and swirled his fingers in her. “Don’t come yet.”
She grasped the back of his head but his short hair provided little to grip as she urged him down. “I fucking have to,” she screamed.
He rose above her, grabbed the back of her knee and flipped her over. Her stomach hit the covers and her knees were knocked apart, her hips drawn back. He palmed her bottom, squeezed her cheeks then pressed one still-wet finger against her rear entrance. She jerked, clenched her cheeks and gasped. Her thigh muscles twitched, desperation shaking every cell. He circled the forbidden entrance with his damp finger.
“Who’s in charge, Charlize?”
She panted and squirmed against his touch, both longing for and dreading what he’d do next. He pulsed his finger against her but did not enter. A taboo threat, a subtle promise of a different kind of pleasure—deeper control.
“Who—tell me who.”
His other hand delved under her and stroked her clit, pushing her to the sweet edge.
“You, Connor, you’re in charge,” she gasped.
He smacked her pussy softly. “And when will you come?”
“When you tell me to,” she groaned.
He leaned away from her but she stayed still, pressed her bottom back wantonly.
“Protection, baby?”
“The drawer,” she whispered and waited.
The drawer creaked open and he pulled out the box of condoms. The freaking unopened box she’d never had the chance to use. But as with every task he tackled, Connor worked efficiently and a wrapper tore before she had to worry about the wait.
His legs brushed the backs of her thighs and she tilted her ass back against him. The head of his cock ran along her slit, up and over, nudging her and moving on.
“Is this what you want, baby? Say you want me inside you.”
“I want you in me, Connor.” She dropped her head onto her forearms and prayed she didn’t sound as desperate to him as she did in her own ears.
He growled softly and turned her again, this time onto her back. She barely had a chance to blink and he was there—pushing his way into her.
She gave a half shout. He drove in hard, planted himself to his base then maneuvered her thighs. Her pussy spasmed around him, pleasure tinged with a burn. She’d known he was big, measured his thickness in her palm, between her lips—but this, him stretching her open, filling her so fully she barely dared to breathe—the strength of sensations were something she couldn’t have expected.