Page 17 of Ravenous

All I could do was lie there and take it.

Because Mr. Bossy said so.

And my pussy LOVED it.

The third orgasm rippled through me, making me sweaty and wilted.

But Wes wasn’t done. That was only the first part of what he’d said he had planned.

Next up… railing.

He picked me up as if I weighed no more than a feather–and wasn’t thebig girlI’d often been called–and settled me, so my head was on the pillows.

Now… finally, he climbed over me.

“Hands on the headboard.” He took one of my wrists in his and raised it overhead. His touch was gentle, even though the reason for me gripping the wooden slats was because he wasn’t planning on being gentle for long.

I raised my other arm and wrapped my fingers around the solid wood.

Then he sat back on his heels between my spread thighs and stroked himself. As if he was taunting me. Next up, reaching for the drawer of the bedside table. “I’m gonna wear protection for you, honey, but I want you to know I’m clean.”

“I’m on the pill,” I told him.

He looked to me for a moment as if he was considering. Only a moment because he tossed the condom over his shoulder, and it hit the wall. “In that case, I’m going bareback.”

I smiled. This guy was all cowboy, and I freakinglovedit.

“You ready for this?”

I nodded. “Yes. Please. I need it.”

“That’s right, you do.”

He set a hand by my head, moved over me, and nudged my entrance.

“Take me like a good girl.”

Then he filled me. Not slowly, but in one hard thrust.

“Wes!” I cried as my back arched. His gaze was on mine.

Watching. Holding still.

I had to squirm to adjust, my inner walls rippling to accommodate. He was big. Deep. He’d been right; if he hadn’t prepped me with those orgasms and the fingering, I might’ve been wet, but it would have been too much.

He knew.He knew.

Now? It was a lot, but it was amazing. Especially when he slowly pulled back, then thrust deep again.

Once. Then again. Then again, until it was a frantic pace. Our bodies slapped together. Our breaths mingled. I held tight to the headboard to keep from moving.

This was what I needed to get the storm out of my chest. This was being fucked.

“Holy shit.”

Then he stopped, buried deep.

I had a second to wonder why, but then he rolled us, so I was on top. Now he was propped against the headboard, mostly sitting up. I was in the crook between his chest and his bent knees.

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