Using one finger, I swirled it around her entrance. She fell back on her elbows, watching me. Once I was covered in her juices, I circled her clit and was rewarded with a moan. The firm bud pulsed against my pad. I wanted to suck on it, but the drive to thrust into her hard enough to make her breasts bounce was stronger.
But first, I trailed my fingertip down until I entered her. Her hips rose in encouragement. Withdraw, enter, I pumped my digit a few more times until she took a shuddering breath.
I switched out my hand for my cock. Forward momentum met some resistance—I must be larger than she was used to. Not an uncommon occurrence for me. Inch by inch, I fed my length inside, my gaze glued to where she encircled my erection. She suddenly clutched my shoulders while she wiggled to adjust.
Finally seated fully inside of her wet heat, I dragged my gaze up her flushed body to her face. A hint of trepidation remained in her expression.
“I won’t hurt you.” Why did I feel like I was lying? I meant physically, but my spirit rebelled, urging me to be true to my word.
I withdrew before I could dwell on the foreign emotion any longer and slammed back into her. She gasped and her fingers dug into my shoulders, but it wasn’t pain in her features.
“You’re just so…big.” A lazy grin spread across her face.
I matched it. “Darling, I never tire of hearing that.”
She let out a laugh, but another thrust turned it into a whimper for more. Pull out. Thrust. Repeat.
I curled down to cover one nipple with my mouth. Her arms circled my neck as her hips rocked against mine. Tension built, energy crackling between us; our heavy breathing and the slap of flesh on flesh filled the room. Closer. I needed to be closer to her.
I snaked an arm under one of her knees and as I trailed kisses from her chest to her neck. I lifted her leg up and out to the side.
Yes, that helped. I ground into her.
“Sam!”
Fuck! That name. It wasn’t mine and it reminded me why I was in her bedroom.
I reared up to watch myself dominate her body. Did she think she could control a man? I’ll—I pounded harder—show—her walls quivered around my cock—her.
“Oh— I can’t—” She collapsed back, her arms above her head as I completely took over her body.
She yelled, moaned, twisted the blankets in her grip, and she came. Hard. It was like a death grip on my cock. Only the lubrication of her orgasm prevented me from being at a standstill.
My balls tightened. If the sight of her sucking me off was erotic, her climaxing, completely undone from my strokes, was magnificent. I clenched my teeth, a growl starting deep and rumbling out, my thrusts shortening.
“Mara—” I cut myself off before I could declare you’re mine.
Throwing my head back, I roared, my shout echoing off the walls and mingling with her cries.
My climax was the strongest in recent memory. In all memory.
It went on and on. Jet after jet of cum spurted from me. My condom was already at max capacity. I jerked out of her before it busted, then collapsed on top of her.
Her hold immediately encompassed me and she peppered my face with light kisses.
I blinked. Did she think I needed comforting?
Oddly enough, it felt like I did because it was soothing. I was reluctant to move. But this was when I was going to jump up and tell her who I was. Otherwise, why had I let her think she’d seduced me?
There was another condom in my wallet. And she’d mentioned also having some. It wouldn’t hurt to be Sam a little longer. Besides, my question, why she’d messed with my dad, hadn’t been answered.
I opened my eyes, but my lids were heavy. I kissed her in return, lingering longer than I expected to before breaking away. “Get under the covers. I’ll be right back.”
Her satisfied expression couldn’t be missed as she did what I said. Finding her bathroom wasn’t hard in a house this small. The entire bathroom could fit inside my shower. A tub, a dripping sink with six inches of counter space on each side, and a toilet. That was it.
The condom landed in the trash and I leaned on the sink. Two seconds of looking in the mirror were all I could take. Mussed hair, flushed cheeks, and a chest that was still heaving from the power of climaxing.
Why was I standing here? I wasn’t one to linger. I either hopped into bed for round two or left. After the second, sometimes the third time, I vamoosed. Didn’t want to give my dates the wrong impression, and work was always waiting.
It was part of the plan. Crawling back into bed with her. Part of my scheme. If I kept telling myself that, it’d excuse the earth-shattering connection I’d felt when we’d climaxed together.
Chapter 6
Mara
I swiveled my hips, and the man under me bared his teeth like a graphic novel bad guy. He filled me, his length knocking on my cervix—near-instant orgasm. But I held all the cards and used my power to bring him to the brink and back off.
“You’re evil,” he gritted out between clenched teeth.
My throaty laugh was so unlike me. I was not a prude, but last night through to this morning, I’d been an unrepentant sex goddess.
How many times could a woman come in one night?
A lot, that was how many.
Sam grasped my hips.
I shot him a hard look and stilled. “That’s not part of our deal.”
A brief tightening and he released her to dig his fingers into the edge of the couch.
I resumed riding him. Dry and sore is how I should feel, but when his cock rose to full glory, my body prepped itself.
Grabbing the top of the couch brought my chest against his face. He wasted no time. The guy
