Their Virgin Secretary (Masters of Ménage #6)(114)

That summed up why he had to leave.

But not yet. Not fucking yet. He wasn't walking out until he absolutely had to. He could have one more taste of heaven before he resigned himself to a lifetime of hell.

He cursed, hating that he was even thinking about anything except the ecstasy she offered him here and now. Only that mattered. Right now, he had no past and no future. Just the beautiful present.

Kell pulled a condom off the strip, opened it and worked it over his straining cock. Desire pounded through his system, and he wondered what it would be like to take off the fucking piece of latex and take his chances. How good would it feel to come deep inside her knowing there was nothing in between them. If he got her pregnant, there wouldn't be any question of him leaving. He would have to stay. He would be obligated to remain in her life. They would be connected by a child who would need them both.



       
         
       
        

But he couldn't do that to her. She deserved to know that any man in her life was there because he couldn't live without her, not because he'd knocked her up.

"Please, Kellan. Give us just a few minutes. We don't have to think about anything but right now. Just … be with me."

She offered him everything he wanted. He couldn't stay away. He fell on her without an ounce of his usual finesse. It was raw and real, and he couldn't seem to make himself stop. When he took a lover, he thought about technique and forced himself to be patient, but he couldn't with Belle. He kissed her again, needing to be as close to her as possible.

He covered her body with his, holding none of his own weight. God, she was small against him. Small and beautiful and so welcoming, but she could handle him. She wasn't fragile or delicate. Everything about Belle was strong. She didn't hold back. Instead, she opened her arms and her body, allowing him inside. Not just for pleasure. He'd had that so many times before. Women asked him to please them. They wanted to be taken care of sexually. But Belle offered to take care of him. She offered to join with him, to merge with him for no other reason than she cared.

He touched her womanly folds, wondering if she was really ready. He was moving so fast. The last thing he wanted to do was harm her in any way. His fingers found the petals of her flesh. They moved easily inside, sliding all around. Her pussy was soft and wet. Ready for his cock.

He spread her wide, unable to wait. He usually had such patience, but now it was blown. He needed her.

She reached around him until her hands found his ass. Her nails sank in, giving him a little jolt of pain that quickly flared into pleasure. She wanted him, too. Belle was with him completely, touch for touch. That made him even more crazy.

He aligned his cock with her sweet opening and started to sink in.

So tight. As he pushed in, Kell closed his eyes in bliss. The plug dragged against his cock, adding another layer of sensation. It would feel the same way when they shared her, when his best friends were right here with him, pleasuring their woman.

Belle pushed up, forcing him in further. He knew he should take more control, but this was different. This was wild and candid, and he didn't want to change it. He wanted Belle fighting for her pleasure, for the sharp satisfaction they could find in one another's arms.

He loved the fact that every time seemed different with her. They didn't have to play the same way. They could explore, give in to their instincts and let their emotions guide them. There was no book he had to follow on the proper way to make love to Belle. They wrote it themselves with every joining, each time a new expression of his feelings for her.

"You feel so good." Belle looked up at him, desire softening her face. 

He thrust deep, his heart thudding in his chest. Even as he penetrated her with slow, hard thrusts-one after the other-she looked up at him with such innocence and trust that she took his breath away. For the first time, he realized that he could take her every day of her life and she would still be innocent and beautiful to him. Belle's purity was soul deep. She loved with her whole heart, offering every bit of her gorgeous self, inside and out, to him.

"Stay with me." Belle held him tighter.

Though she asked him to be in the moment with her, the underlying question ripped through him. Stay with her-beyond now, beyond next week or month. Stay with her forever. He wanted to. Fuck, he wanted to be worthy of her, to be the man she needed him to be.

Kellan held her stare as he dove deep and watched as her eyes flared. She tightened around him, whispering his name like a plea.

Between the tight clench of her cunt and the drag of the plug, he couldn't last long. It was too good. Too right. The only things missing were his partners. He'd thought having her all to himself would be perfect, but he missed his brothers, his best friends. He and Belle were only a part of the puzzle. They weren't complete without Eric and Tate.