Page 63 of A False Start
His responding chuckle is low. It breaks me out in gooseflesh. So heavy with promise and desire. He palms my ass and holds me open as he places his cock right at my entrance. “You can take it.” He swipes it across me again, and I tremble with anticipation. “You can. And you will.”
And then he shoves himself inside, to the hilt.
“Oh, my God.” I drop my face into the pillow, feeling like I might melt into the ground as his hands slide over my hips, gripping them like handles.
Truthfully, I think it’s the only thing keeping my ass up the way he wants. I’m so full. And he feels so delicious, stretching me the way he does.
I’ve waited so long to have him move inside me; I can’t stand waiting any longer.
“Please, move,” I beg, not caring how desperate I sound.
“I need a minute, Nadia,” he rasps. “You are so fucking tight.”
I wait, impatiently.
He presses a soft kiss to the center of my spine. “You feel so fucking good.”
Another kiss a couple inches higher, the tip of his tongue trailing behind.
I shiver.
“And you look so fucking pretty on your knees for me.”
A kiss lands on my shoulder blade as the delicious heat of his body seeps into my back.
His hand lands in front of my face on the pillow as he stretches out above me, claiming my body as his own while his cock throbs inside me. I wiggle my ass, trying to rid my body of the pressure that’s building again.
This time, he kisses my neck just before he whispers in my ear. “I’ll fuck you how you want me to, and I’ll take every shred of what you’re willing to give. But Nadia?”
“Yeah?” It’s a pathetic little sound, but it’s all I can manage right now.
He nips at my ear. The rasp of his beard against the sensitive skin there is a straight shot to my core that has me clenching hard around his girth.
“If you think I don’t want more, you’re out of your goddamn mind.”
I gasp, but he moves so quickly, wrapping my hair around his fist to hold me in place as he surges back upright, sliding himself out before slamming himself back in.
“Ah, God.” I go with him, pushing up onto my hands, my body rattling under the strength of his thrusts as I push back to meet him.
“Look at you, taking me so well.”
“More.” I moan.
He growls and fucks me harder. A small smile touches my lips before I fall back into a series of sighs and pants. The sound of his thighs slapping against mine is just as erotic as the feel of him moving inside of me.
“Harder.”
He chuckles darkly and slows down, running one hand up the column of my spine reverently before pushing me back down into the pillow that smells like him, and forcing my ass higher in the air.
“I saidharder, Sinclaire.” Using his last name sounds wrong, but it also gives me a little distance. A little thread of control in the face of being consumed by him in a way I should have seen coming but didn’t.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Nadia.” He releases my hair and trails his hands all over my body, his length resting inside of me while I squirm, trying to force him to move, trying to move myself on him. Basically, rubbing myself on him desperately to dull the ache building inside of me again. “And don’t talk to me like I’m your teammate while I’m riding your pussy.”
His warm, calloused hands graze my shoulders, slide around my torso to cup my breasts, briefly squeeze my nipples so hard that it’s just this side of painful, before continuing their path. He explores me gently, in such contrast to everything else he’s ever done with me that I feel a tickle at the bridge of my nose.
He’s not fucking me, he’s learning me. Tracing me like braille in the dark. His filthy words are just a distraction for what’s really going on here.
My fists squeeze the pillow roughly and I swivel my hips, feeling his steely length grinding inside of me. “Harder.” My voice holds a crazed edge to it. I really need him to stop whatever this is.
