Page 57 of Nauti Intentions (Nauti 4)

She shook her head. She couldn’t stop.

A whimper tore from her throat as she moved on him again, lifting and lowering, working him inside her.

There was no pain, just that burning, stretching pleasure.

“Help me!” she cried.

“Fuck me, damn you! Take me, Janey!” The hard command in his voice ripped through her. It tore aside hesitation. It slashed through her brain, filled her with defiance, with challenge.

Her head jerked up, her eyes opened. And oh God, she should have kept them closed. His face was dark. Forbidding. His touch was light. There was nothing heavy, nothing forceful. But his face. The sight of all that lust, the heavy, brutal sensuality flickering in his eyes, tore through her.

“All of you?” She moved against him, her nails digging into his shoulders. “You want me to take all of you?”

“All the way to my fucking balls. ” His muscles were tight with restraint. His hands fell away from her, lifting to the back of the headboard. His fingers were pale with the force of the grip he had on the bed.

His biceps flexed, rippled.

She wanted to bite him again.

“All the way to your balls, Alex?” She braced her hands against his chest, lifted, and slid back down.

Slowly. So slowly.

His expression twisted. His head fell back against the bed.

“Fuck. I’m going to come so hard you’ll feel it, Janey. You’ll feel me pumping into that damned condom. ”

She pushed down farther, staring back at him, shaking, shuddering. It was so good. So fucking good.

“How bad will it hurt?” She whimpered. “I want all of you now, Alex. Tell me. How bad will it hurt?”

He drew in a hard, deep breath. “I took care of it, Janey. With my fingers, baby. No pain. No fucking pain. I can’t hurt you, sweetheart. Not like this. ”

Her heart was breaking in her chest. She could see the need inside him, desperate, so male, dominant and powerful. And restrained. Holding back, so he wouldn’t hurt her.

In that moment, she knew he already had all of her, no matter the consequences, and it didn’t matter that she couldn’t have him in public, that he couldn’t claim her. Because of this.

She lifted, let her head fall back, and let all her weight go into the next downward stroke she made.

She heard herself wail. Felt the agonizing, burning ecstasy that filled her as she took him. All of him. All the way to his balls as he shouted her name.

His hands jerked from the bed to her ass. Gripping it, lifting her.

“Janey. Fuck. Baby. ”

“Let me go. ” Her nails dug into his wrists.

It had her now. That hunger. That need. She was powerful. She was invincible. She held the most incredible strength she had ever known, deep inside her, for only a second.

And he was holding her back.

Her head lifted. “Let me go. ”

“Not so hard,” he gritted out. “Fuck. You’re too little to take me like this, Janey. ”

She leaned forward, nipped his lower lip, stared back at him. She’d read things. She knew some things.

She let her muscles clench around the heavy crown still embedded in her.

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