He snatched her off the table and carried her, warm and pliant in his arms, to the bedroom.
There were so many ways he wanted to take her. He wanted to turn her ass pink and then sink between her legs as she came up on her tiptoes to take him. He wanted to fuck her against a wall so she had no escape from his hard thrusts. He wanted her to ride him on the couch, legs spread wide over his lap, his mouth on her breasts.
But this first time, he wanted to see everything.
“How conventional,” she teased as he lay her on the bed. “I took you for a bend a girl over the arm of a couch kind of man.”
“Give me time.”
All humor disappeared when he slid his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and shucked them off. Remi looked dazed as his erection stood tall and proud like a warrior.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
“That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” he said grimly as he climbed onto the mattress between her legs, encircling her delicate ankles with his palms.
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Naked Brick Callan, kneeling between her feet with hooded eyes and the longest, thickest,angriesthard-on she’d ever seen, was enough to take a girl’s breath away.
She’d known he’d be big. Hell, the rest of him was super-sized. But this was…impressive. And maybe just a little bit terrifying.
That first orgasm that had blazed through her, the one that rendered her weak-kneed and silent? The one that had hollowed her out?
She wanted another one fromthat.
She wanted him bending her over every flat surface in the cottage just so he could slap her ass until she begged for his cock. She wanted his mouth on her nipples, pulling, tugging, drinking her in, while his beard scraped her skin pink.
She wanted to be the place he found and lost himself.
“You’re doing a hell of a lot of not touching me right now,” she observed, keeping her tone light. If he had any inkling how much she wanted him to force that thick shaft inside her, he’d find a way to say no. To decide she couldn’t handle it.
“I’m hanging on by my fucking fingernails, Remi. I can’t not be inside you for much longer.” His confession reignited the fire between her legs. Her core pulsed greedily around the empty space inside her.
“Then put us both out of our misery,” she begged.
“First, you’re gonna show me how wet you still are for me. Then I’m going to taste you because I’ve been dying to know your flavor for as long as I can remember.”
She swallowed hard. “And then?” she squeaked.
“And then I’m going to sink my cock into you and make you mine.”
With that, he sat back on his knees, naked and fucking glorious.
“If you get up from this mattress without what we’re both dying for, I will chop your big, beautiful body up into pieces and feed you to the goddamn fish,” she threatened.
He gripped her jaw in one hand. “Baby, I’m the only one who gets to make threats in bed.”
She was perfectly fine with that. She bit his thumb and nearly came when she saw his cock jerk between the stone monuments of his massive thighs.
“The only reason one of us is getting off this mattress is to rehydrate,” he promised. “And if you don’t behave yourself, I’ll roll you over and make sure you think of me every time you sit down tomorrow.”
She was also good with that. Very, very good.
“Now, show me how wide you can spread for me.”
For once in her life, Remi wanted to obey. She let her knees fall open and reveled in the rumble in his chest when he stared down at her.
“So fucking wet. Do you like being my plaything?”