Page 18 of Crave: A Reverse Harem Romance

As good as he looked in his clothes, the sight of him naked was even better than I had imagined. He truly looked like a statue of a Greek god. I looked at every little ripple of his abs, and instinctively my fingers reached out to touch them.

I just wanted to feel those muscles under my fingertips.

Never had any of my boyfriends in the past been this ripped. A surge of heat flooded me as I imagined what it would feel like when he was finally inside me.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, my fingers still running up and down his chest, his stomach, his arms and shoulders. “You feel so… so good.”

I knew I probably sounded ridiculous, but I didn’t have the words to describe it. He was hard and solid and strong, but was somehow still touching me and kissing me with a tenderness that made my whole body ache for more.

I tried to control my stare as he quickly stripped his boxers off, but I couldn’t help looking at the large erection that was standing out straight in front of me. In addition to being the sexiest, he was also going to be the largest man I’d ever been with, that was for sure.

Excitement rolled through me as he began to slide down my body, lower and lower until his head was at my black lacy panties. He moved toward them. Not with his hands, but with his head, until his mouth was at the top of my underwear. He gripped the lace with his teeth and began to pull them down my thighs, exposing my bare pussy to him.

Oh God, it was so hot.

He drank in the sight of my pussy, devouring it with his eyes the same way he had with my breasts. I arched my back and gasped as his tongue teased up and down my folds, lapping at my pussy as I threaded my fingers through his short hair.

My heart was pounding, and it took everything I had to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head as his tongue reached my clit. He was making me so hot, so wet as I pulled him closer, deeper. The feel of his tongue, his mouth, his breath against my bare skin was already making me moan so loudly I should have been embarrassed.

But I wasn’t. I couldn’t be with him. Not when it felt so good, so right, so perfect.

“Fuck, Harlow,” he panted, raising up and rocking back on his heels as he reached for his pants and fished a condom from his pocket. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I need to be inside you.”

He suited up and lined himself up with my entrance, reaching up to cup my breasts with his hands again as he slowly began to push inside me. I was so wet he slipped in with one long, powerful thrust that had my mouth opening and closing in silent ecstasy as I reached for him.

He stretched me, his thickness making me feel more full than I ever have before.

And I loved it.

I gripped his arms as he began to slide in and out, his biceps so big that I couldn’t even begin to get my hands around them. Even though I was overwhelmed with the amount of pleasure I was experiencing, I was still very aware that he was going slow for me, taking his time for me—as if every muscle in his body had been attuned to my needs, my desires.

It was amazing.

It was intoxicating.

He was letting me lose myself. He was taking care of me like no man had ever done before, and now that I was experiencing that kind of attention, that kind of devotion, I didn’t know how I had ever gone so long without it.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Please… so good… faster, please.”

I couldn’t even form a sentence anymore, but that didn’t seem to matter. Axel understood exactly what I needed. He picked up the rhythm, pulling out and slamming back in faster, harder, deeper with every thrust.

As his speed increased, I became unable to control myself. I knew the orgasm was rising inside of me. I tried to fight it because I wanted to make this last as long as I possibly could… But there was no way I could resist it. This had all been too much for me.

“I’m going to cum,” I moaned.

“Cum for me, baby,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking sexy, so tight.”

His words were enough to push me over the edge. I literally screamed out as my entire body got hot and the pleasure overtook me. I could feel my pussy pulsing around his thick, hard cock. My legs were trembling next to his. I felt it in my entire body.

He didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down.

I was hot and tingling and half-delirious, but even after my orgasm, my body was still enjoying every second, every thrust as he pounded into me over and over, unrelenting.

My muscles tightened as I felt him grow even thicker inside me. I wanted him to come, wanted him to feel as good as he was making me feel.

“That’s right,” I said, nodding breathlessly. “Come now.”

My words must have been enough to push him over the edge, because his eyes closed as he let himself go, thrusting deeply one last time before staying there, pinning me, filling me.

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