That’s why Ty Price is dangerous He makes me want what I can’t have.
Just the thought of risking her heart made her sick to her stomach. He opened the door, allowing her to step inside. The door clicked shut, and a light turned on illuminating the room. A king-sized bed with a white duvet turned down and a double row of plump pillows, sat center stage between a set of matching, dark wood, night stands. Directly in front of her a flat screen television rested against a wall. His place was neat, aside from a few articles of clothing tossed over a chair on the far side of the room. Heat radiated from his body, and her hairs stood on end as she waited for his next move. He trailed his fingers down her bare arms and nuzzled her neck with his nose.
“You smell good enough to eat.” He cupped her heavy breasts, and she leaned back against him, powerless in the grip of the strong attraction that pulled her to him. Pinching her nipples lightly, he rolled them between his thick fingers. She cried out, pressing her ass into the denim covered monster straining against his pants. He felt thick and long. Her walls trembled in anticipation and fear. She hadn’t been with anyone in a long time, and all her lovers had been average.
“So responsive.” The husky whispers fanned air onto her heated flesh. The dull throb grew steadily until it became an insistent pulse. She ground her hips into him. He growled, pulling her closer as his opposite hand trailed down her belly.
“Look up, Maci. I want to see your face when I make you come.” Her legs shook, and only his hand kept her up right.
“B-but what about you?”
“Your pleasure is mine.” He nipped her ear, pulling her dress up. “Spread your leg for me, baby.”
She obliged.
“Good girl.” His thick fingers plunged inside her dripping wet entrance, and she clutched him between hungry walls.
“You’re so tight. I can only imagine how you’ll feel wrapped around me.” He worked inside, deeper, in and out, filling and retreating in a maddening rhythm. She worked her hips, grasping his forearms to stabilize her emotions as she fought against the wave that threatened to bowl her over. Capture by the undertow of desire she drowned in sensation as fireworks went off beneath her skin.
“Raise your arms.” Floating on a cloud she raised her shaky arms. Cool air met heated flesh, and the room spun as she was lifted into his arms and carried over to the bed. Ty placed her gingerly onto the bed.
“I won’t break.” She rejected his tenderness.
“No, but you deserve to be treated like a prize because you are.”
She opened her mouth, and he swallowed down her answer, covering her mouth with his full lips. His tongue darted inside, dominating her. The taste of beer and something more masculine washed over her palate like a fine wine. Burying her fingers in his shaggy hair she feasted. Their mouths battled. Teeth, tongues, and lips clashed.
Parting she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tugged. “Off.”
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??Yes, Ma’am.” Pulling apart he yanked the shirt over his head and flung it behind him, returning to the cradle of her thighs.
“Pants, too.”
“Bossy.” He smirked.
“My way, remember?”
“Mhmm.” Pulling away he stripped off his pants. He was long, thick, and flushed red with veins running down either side. Gripping the base he walked toward her.
“ I think you’ll like what I do to you.”
She arched a brow. “Is that a challenge?”
“No, a promise.” His confident tone made her cream.
“Why don’t you show me a preview?” She cured the tremor in her voice.
His cocoa colored eyes darkened to black, and the light dimmed as his massive form blocked out the light. He nibbled at her bottom lip. This kiss was different, less harried, and too personal. She squirmed, gasping when his head nudged her fabric-covered pussy. The heat he built melted her from the inside, turning her into pliable putty.
“Lift up, baby. I want to see those pretty breasts.” He undid her bra, cupping her left breast as he sucked the other one into his mouth, hard. Arching her back she whimpered. Rivers ran between her legs, soaking her upper thighs. He released her breast with a loud pop and rolled over to the desk drawer. The glint of silver caught her eye before the rip of the packaging sounded loud in the room. Sheathing himself he spread her legs and nudged her with his head.
“You don’t expect me to do all the work do you?” Dazed she glanced up. “I want you to fuck yourself on my dick.” She gasped. “Can you take me, Maci?”
“God, yes.” She slammed her hips up and screamed as he impaled her. Pleasure tittered on the edge of pain, and he was only halfway in. She clenched him tight, breathing through the burn.
“You can do it, baby. I want to be buried deep.” His thumb circled her clit. Blood rushed down, and swirls of bliss rose up inside her, distracting her. A new rush of liquid eased his way. Inch by inch he moved further until he was bumping her womb. She wrapped her arm around him, digging her nails into his back. Her eyes drifted closed.