Page 27 of One Night Only

“You’re… big, Dr. Cross,” she says, awe in her voice. “Like yes, I haven’t known too many cocks in my life and Rebecca had this scary big glass dildo that I refused to let her use on me, but damn it, this is different. You’re big. I guess the description velvet-steel is apt, huh? Also, it’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”

The anticipation as she says the last nearly makes me blow my load right there. Either the universe is playing a cruel joke on me or my life’s truly looking up.

I ravage her mouth with a rough kiss. “Stop talking about other cocks when you’re touching mine,” I bark out. The ragged edge in my voice is sharp.

“Yes, Dr. Cross,” Ani says, like an obedient little girl who’s been reminded of her limits. She pulls away from our kiss, gaze dipping toward her hand.

“Oh, you’re leaking,” she says, and then rubs her thumb over the pre-cum beading over the broad head.

I jerk and hiss and grunt and thrust my cock into her hand.

“Please, tell me what to do,” she says, eagerness shining like a flame in her eyes. “I want to make you come. I want to…” She stretches from head to toe and then licks my neck. Her breathis warm and choppy against my skin. She’s thrumming with urgency. “Please, Dr. Cross. I want to feel like I’m good here, you know? And not a failure again.”

I lose the battle. At least, it’s only her hand, I tell myself. Not her tight sheath. I look down between our bodies, and the sight of her slim, nail-bitten fingers wrapped around my erection while the broad head squeezes out of her grip makes my balls tighten.

“Squeeze me tight and hard.”

With the tip of her tongue poking at her lip, she does exactly that.

Electricity that could rival the storm skitters down my spine. “Make a fist of your fingers and move them up and down. As fast as you can.”

Again, she follows my instructions with such intense concentration that my climax is a shimmering mirage hurtling toward me.

I refuse to go over without her.

Moving my fingers from her hip to her pussy, I rub the heel of my palm against her clit. She writhes and moans and tries to bat away my hand. “I don’t want to be distracted. This is important.”

Her frown and her protest are so genuine that I chuckle. “Then let’s see who can get the other off first? Without losing to their own pleasure?”

“Like a test?” Wide eyes suddenly wary, she looks at me. “I’m not good at those, and you’re far too confident around my body.”

“I don’t think I’ve made a woman come with my fingers or my mouth in like two decades. If I ever did.”

“Oh.”

“The last time I had sex was almost eighteen months ago. And it was instantly forgettable.”

“Okay, so you’re telling me I hold better odds than I think.”

I kiss her because she’s amazing and adorable and fucking hot.

“If you want to admit defeat—”

“No way.” She leans forward and nips my lower lip. “It’s on, Dr. Cross.”

I grin and press one finger into her wet hole. Fuck, she’s tight as hell, and that’s without fighting my touch. Which she does in a second.

She squeezes her thighs together, but I’m already lodged exactly where I want to be. I plunge my finger into her cunt, and she jerks her hips away.

My cock twitches in her hand as I imagine how well and good she’s going to squeeze me when I get inside her.

As if reminded of her very important mission, she strokes me quicker.

We kiss and nip at each other, groan and jerk as we both fight the edge even as we inch toward it. It’s delicious and decadent, and I couldn’t imagine this with any other woman.

“Fuck, Ani. You’re tight and wet, sweetheart. These walls are going to choke my cock, yeah? Squeeze me so hard that it will be lights out for me the moment I get inside you.”

“That’s unfair,” she says, nipping my lower lip. A damp sheen coats her skin all over, her breasts and belly undulating against my hold. She’s a pretty canvas I want to paint with my cum. “Your dirty talk is on point.” And then she gathers the pre-cum from the head with her other hand and paints it over her lips.

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