Looking Inside - Page 27

“You’re nice and wet,” he said gruffly, glancing up into her strained face. “Did you get wet for me there at the reading event? Or were you turned on by your book?”

“You,” she whispered. “The book. Both at once.”

He snarled, shifting his cock and finding her channel.

“And now?” he demanded.

“You. Just you. Please,” she gasped. Her hands tightened reflexively on her wrists. Her skin would be reddened there when she finally let go, she was exerting so much pressure. Her willingness to follow his instructions to restrain herself, even when she appeared to want to let go, pleased him enormously. He looked up and watched her flushed face, wanting to see every detail of her reaction while he entered her for the first time. He thrust his hips, her gasp echoing in his head.

“God, you’re tight,” he muttered, incredulous on many levels, but mostly because her narrow channel now clutched his cockhead. He couldn’t uncross his eyes for a second, it felt so good. “Tilt your hips back, beautiful,” he managed to say through a tight throat. She rolled her hips, her thighs coming off the mattress a few inches, granting him a better angle. He flexed his hips and a groan rattled his throat. He thrust again and grunted in pleasure. She stared up at him with huge eyes, looking stunned.

“Don’t look at me like that, Eleanor,” he chastised, pushing his cock in her another inch higher. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

She nodded and made a high-pitched, shaky sound.

“Good. Then try to relax. Lift your legs a little higher.” He surprised himself by sounding calm enough. The edges of his eyesight were growing blurred. She existed at the center of his vision, a golden, flushed goddess. He was determined to exist at the very center of her. He watched, panting, while she lifted her boots higher off the mattress. Her flesh yielded some. A rough groan vibrated his throat as he slid farther into her. He found himself grabbing at one of those sexy boots, urging her more stringently. He sawed his cock several inches in and out of her. God, it felt good. She grit her teeth and clamped her eyelids shut. “If you want me inside, tell me, Eleanor.”

A high-pitched moan escaped her throat.

“Open your eyes,” he said sharply. “Look at me.”

She opened heavy eyelids and focused on him with apparent effort. Her body and face looked so strained, he was afraid he was hurting her. But he was on the brink.

“Say it,” he commanded. His entire world narrowed down to her mouth.

“I’m going to come.”

It hadn’t been what he’d expected she’d say. Not by a long shot. It sent him straight into the fire.

“Then come, you beautiful girl,” he grated out. He thrust, feeling initial resistance. Then her flesh melted around him. He pierced the hot core of her. He grabbed her other boot, holding her steady, while he ground his balls against her outer sex, giving her the pressure she needed to ignite.

She cried out, her eyes going wide. He felt her heat rush around him.

And then . . . well, he wasn’t sure what happened there for a moment.

The next thing he knew, he was fucking her in short, hard strokes while she screamed, feeling her spasms of orgasm vibrating into his driving cock. His brain, body and cock crackled with energy. It was like running a race in heaven: a golden, sweet, agonizing bliss as every fiber of his being strained for the finish line.


Open your eyes. Look at me.

She’d been on the brink when he’d said it.

She’d never been so filled. It didn’t hurt, having his large, swollen cock in her body. It was slightly uncomfortable, though, in addition to being intensely arousing. The indirect pressure on her clit from the thick, piercing shaft was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

She opened her eyes, her trembling amplifying when she saw him. He was still tanned from some recent travel destination, his skin a beautiful golden brown color. She’d been dazed into near-muteness watching him undress earlier, mesmerized by the ridged tautness of his abdomen, the powerful muscles of his chest and shoulders, the bulging, rock-hard biceps. His cock was straight and thick, the crown flushed and defined. Succulent. He was so erect, she couldn’t help but feel proud he found her so arousing . . . even if she was a little intimidated as well.

Presently, he looked rigid and tense as he pierced her. She could see every defined muscle in his beautiful body. It was like he was straining against an invisible cord. His eyes blazed. He looked so powerful staring down at her. He held one of her booted legs in his hand, keeping her open to his possession.

“Say it,” he insisted, but Eleanor had no idea what he wanted her to say. Her brain was flooded with sensation.

“I’m going to come,” she said stupidly, feeling the wave of pleasure about to crash down on her.

“Then come, you beautiful girl,” he snarled.

His voice thundering in her head, she shuddered. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. As if through a layer of thick insulation, she heard his ominous growl. And suddenly, she shook from more than climax.

A furor barraged her, rattling her consciousness. She experienced a mixed sense of heady bliss combined with an uncomfortable pressure for a muddled moment. His cock was large, and he rode her like he’d reached his limit. That excited her. A lot. She wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. But for a moment, it was too much. She didn’t black out, but perception became a swirling, pounding chaos.

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