Page 27 of Flirting With Disaster

“You are so beautiful.” He rubbed the head of his penis through her juices in a circular motion, stroking her clit, inciting her once again to a throbbing bundle of sensation. He grimaced in pleasure as he pushed the head of his penis inside her.

She inhaled sharply, her head tilted back. It was beautiful, soft, hard, filling…heavenly.

She never knew.

He stroked in and out of her a mere inch, gently probing and massaging her, driving her to the brink of madness, his whiskey gaze frozen on hers.

Jude clasped his cheeks. “Beck. It feels so good. Please.” She wrapped her feet around his hips and tried to draw him deeper.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Baby. We have to go slow. I want this to be good for you.”

She smiled. “It’s already too good.”

He groaned and plunged deep, tearing through her hymen with little pain, much to her surprise. He held her close, not moving, breathing deep, and filling her. “Are you okay, Baby?”

Baby. She liked that. She’d never had a nickname.

“I will be, once you give me my first orgasm.” His smile shifted her hair, and she braced for his rebuttal.

It didn’t come with words. It came with an anchoring of her body by his hands and the most beautiful, athletic cadence of a pair of men’s hips she’d ever imagined. He slid into her, stroking her, commanding her, making love to her. He rammed through her tissues like a wild man—one second possessed, the next sensually exploring every inch of her with his erotic, rhythmic thrusts. She couldn’t decide where to look, at his amber eyes so filled with wonder or the intimidating weapon, covered with her juices as it plunged in and out of her. Both were so beautiful.

A tingling, a tightening in her lower abdomen built toward her clit. She pulled him closer, burying her face in his neck, squeezing her stomach muscles, hoping to push all the energy in her body toward that one glorious spot. She inhaled his spicy, musky scent as she reached for the pinnacle. Did one just wait? Did she have to do something to hit the crescendo? She didn’t know what to do. Was it this way for other women?

“Baby, I’m going to come so hard inside you. God, you feel amazing.” Beck shoved to his elbows, looking into her eyes as he grasped her face in his hands. “Do you feel me? Do you feel what you do to me? After this, I’m going to taste you. Every part of you. I’m going to lick you until you come in my mouth. But first, I need to feel you come around my cock. I need it so badly, Jude.”

His forehead dropped to hers and his eyes closed as he ground his hips into hers.

Jude clenched her arms around him, her heart bursting with love that flowed through her body, settling in the place where they joined. The heat began like a lightning storm in her limbs, every joint, then shot directly to her core as it ripped through her body. The shock of a blinding orgasm enveloped her. “Beck. Oh God, oh God, I’m orgasming. Am I orgasming? Is this it? Oh God, it feels so good, please don’t stop!”

The man laughed as he drew out her pleasure with the same sexy rhythm. “That’s it, Baby. Take me. All of me. Let me feel you.”

He wanted to feel her!

“Jude, that is so good, so beautiful, honey.”

The rush of a million shooting stars shot through her veins, from the top of her head to her pulsing vaginal tissues. It was glorious as she spasmed around him, over and over, the intense throbbing like nothing she’d ever experienced before, and wanted to again and again.

The crescendo quieted. The pulsing slowed, spacing.

It was…amazing.

His hands surrounded her face. She opened her eyes and looked into the most beautiful amber storm.

“You liked that,” he stated. So confident.

“I did.”

He let out a quiet, satisfied chuckle. “Baby, you are so beautiful all sated and happy, but I need to come inside you. I can’t wait any longer.”

He lifted his body for leverage, the muscles in his chest and shoulders contracting like a magnificent beast as he groaned and pumped furiously into her. The strong, throbbing pulsations of his penis mesmerized her. He was marking her, changing her. His face contorted in ecstasy just before he threw his head back and ejaculated over and over inside her, pumping his seed into the condom that kept him safe from her nefarious ideas.

“Jude, oh God, Baby.” He collapsed on top of her, the warmth of his skin, the beating of his heart, comforting her. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close, shoving her love down, down, down. Back to the depths of her subconscious where she didn’t have to face it.

If she did, she’d have to concede that love at first sight existed, which it didn’t. It had only been three days. Besides, her heart would break when he left her, and she’d had enough heartbreak for a lifetime.

She allowed herself one small moment to relish the acceptance, this connection, then pushed at his muscular shoulders to get him off of her.

He lifted his head and frowned. “What? Am I hurting you?”

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