Page 39 of One Night Only

I barely register his words because his fingers are wreaking havoc on me. He pinches my clit and tugs while he licks at my nipple with a thousand little strokes.

Within seconds, I’m flying, my climax splintering me into so many shards. I chant his name as I writhe on his fingers, my breasts heaving against his mouth, the hard peaks slipping in and out.

I feel fierce and wrung out, brave and weak.

The pleasure feels like it lasts forever, robbing me of my breath. Robbing me of the last thread of defense I have against him. With each orgasm he gives me, he’s writing his name into my skin, on my flesh, over my heart.

My spine feels like it’s made of jelly as he pats damp fingers over my lips. “Open up, Ani.”

I do and Dr. Cross slips his fingers into my mouth. Those pale eyes watch me, half-lidded, as I suck them with a slurping sound. He pulls out without warning and then kisses me.

It’s a filthy, sucking at each other’s tongues, fucking-with-our-mouths kind of kiss. Against my belly, his straining length could be a hot steel poker, searing itself into my flesh like a brand.

I fist it tight and give it a hard squeeze. Even satiated just now, my core aches to hold him inside. “I want to suck on your cock.”

“Not tonight,” he says, kissing the arch of my neck.

“I might never get the chance again.” My voice is small and teary and scratchy. “Please, Ethan.”

His gray eyes widen and a smirk plays on his lips. “You think you can play me, baby?”

“Is it wrong if I want to pack everything into tonight?”

“No, not wrong, sweetheart. But unnecessary.” He grabs my hips and jostles me on him. “Now, lift your hips. Let me stretch you a little with my fingers before I ravage this pretty pussy.”

Needy slut that I am for him, I rub my folds once more against his cock and then push to my knees. Steal one more kiss before I bring the fat head of his cock to my entrance.

“Ani, wait. It will hurt like this—”

Clenching my thighs, I press the thick head inside until it disappears. The stretch is painful but I don’t care. My body feels like it’s hanging over a knife’s edge.

A hiss falls from his lips. “I need a condom.”

“No, you don’t. I have an IUD.” I wriggle my hips, feeding an inch more of him into myself. “You can fuck me bare, Dr. Cross. Only you. Don’t you want that?”

“Ani, baby, take it slow.” His voice turns broken, and his hips thrust up in a tiny, imperceptible movement that tells me he likes what he heard. He likes the idea of fucking me raw. Likes that it’s only him I’ll allow to fuck me without a condom. “Play a little with me.”

“No,” I say, brows knitting against the sharp, burning ache that’s a constant now. “I want everything you give me, Ethan. Pain and pleasure.”

My free hand’s fingers dig into his shoulder as I anchor myself and sink down onto his full length in one jerking motion. I throw my head back, my eyes fluttering closed on the impossible fullness he gives me.

He’s so big and thick that I’m skewered on him like a piece of meat. It hurts like hell, but God, there’s a sweet sliver of pleasure riding right behind it. Sweat beads over my feverish flesh.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers against my breastbone, his voice strained. “You feel so good, Annika. So tight and wet and hot for me.”

“And yet, you sound unhappy, Dr. Cross,” I say, wriggling a bit. But he’s lodged too deep, too far inside to give me even a moment’s relief. To let me escape. Not that I want to. If the storm outside swallowed the world tonight and trapped me with him forever, I wouldn’t mind one bit.

“Because you’re crazy, Annika.”

I laugh and kiss him. And while our mouths are connected, I lift slowly, roll my ass, and pump down again. The friction is… so good that I let out a keening cry.

Dr. Cross’s arms snake up from my hips to my back, until I’m stretched out against him from head to where we are connected. “Do it faster, Ani baby. Use my cock to get yourself off again.”

I shake my head even as I follow his command. With every downward thrust, he reaches deeper and deeper into me, hitting that spot again. Reaching my heart and claiming that too. “I don’t know if I can anymore.”

“Yes, you can.” He reaches between us. “If you come again, then I can feel you fall apart around me. Don’t you want me to know how your pretty little pussy will clench me? Then I can finally fuck you the way I need to. The way I’ve been wanting to since you stared at me with those big eyes in the waiting room.”

“Yeah?” His words stoke fresh fire into my nerves. The idea of this impossibly refined, self-controlled man losing himself in me makes pleasure glitter past the discomfort. “You’ll use me rough and fast?”

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