Her breasts jiggled enticingly when he thrust back in, the nipples now darkened after his suckling, her sexy lower lip caught between her teeth. Ecstasy pummeled through him as he buried himself, balls deep. So damn deep. Her channel milked him, clenched and clamped around him.
“Chloe, fuck baby, am I too big for you? Am I too big for you, sweet virgin baby?” He grabbed her pelvis and angled her so he could press deeper, and she watched him impale her with a dewy, lust-filled, heavy-lidded gaze.
“Big, and hard and so good…so good, Graves…” She writhed and arched when he started up a rhythm. “Oh, God, Graves!”
He pounded into her harder and tongued her ear, murmuring heatedly into the crevice as he clutched her against him. “My beautiful princess, you look so beautiful, being fucked like this. You feel so good to me, so fucking good.” He couldn’t stop calling her his, because right now, Chloe was all his very own.
She screamed yes and please and ooh, and he was so worked up and sweating that he wanted to yell as well. Past thinking, past sweet and easy, past control, he licked and sucked and caressed just about any part of her he could get a hand on. A tongue on.
He came back to the dimple again, obsessed with it, wanting to be close to her goddamned sexy mouth. He wanted her breaths to bathe his face. To have her mouth so close he could almost taste her. When their lips brushed accidentally, ecstasy surged through him, clenching his muscles, whipping him into a firestorm of need.
He clutched her face with more force than he’d intended. “You’re delectable, Chlo.” He ran his flat tongue down the length of her throat, and back up to the sweet dimple on her chin. “I could fuck you night and day—I could fuck you until you kill me. Come for me, Chlo. You’re such a good girl. Come again now. Come hard for me.”
The moment she started climaxing, a deluge of her damp heat slickened his cock, and he plunged in so deep he threw his head back with a roar of pleasure. He shuddered as she convulsed under him, her cries turning him on like no other thing ever had, thrusting him into a deep, twisting orgasm that went on and on and on.
Chapter Five
Chloe was still catching her breath when Graves reached over her head and unbound her wrists. She felt breathless and exhilarated and very much taken and possessed by the man of her dreams on this night that she never wanted to end.
“Oh, no,” she told him with a gasp, not wanting to be set free yet. “I still want to touch you badly, trust me. You don’t want to give me that much freedom…”
“Shh,” he said tenderly, and he tossed the tie aside. She hadn’t been aware of how sore they felt until he rubbed her wrists with such gentleness her eyes unexpectedly blurred. He lifted her sore wrists to his beautiful plush mouth and brushed them with his lips. “Just don’t rub me—I’m not used to it.”
She nodded quietly but was too hyperaware of her hands as she set them at her sides, so she curled her fingers into her palms. Graves’s tanned chest was mesmerizing, muscled, coated with a sheen of sweat, and her pussy throbbed from his recent invasion. She still wanted more of him, all of him, felt so greedy she continued shaking.
When he lay back down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, recovering his breath, she wondered if he also didn’t like snuggling, and if he didn’t like to be licked, either. Her eyes settled on his enormous hard-on and widened when she realized it was still as big and extended as she’d felt it. Her greedy breasts pricked excitedly and her pussy gripped with wanting. Graves was so well endowed she couldn’t help but admire his long, thick, gleaming pink cock and want it again.
She signaled delicately. “Aren’t you supposed to go back to…?”
He nodded somberly, like this wasn’t necessarily good news, his eyes gleaming as he stared in that signature famished way of his at her lips. “Seems like I just can’t get my fill of you.”
Her voice dropped huskily. “Oh, I can remedy that.”
She was about to climb on top of him when he seized her by the arm to halt her. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said in a serious tone, with a serious face. But his eyes were tortured and deliciously lustful, and they called to the wantonness inside of her.
With a cocky smile, she bent over him and placed her lips just a hair away from his lips, to torment him like he’d tormented her. “It just so happens…” She breathed against him, allowing her lips to brush his, wickedly delighted when he tensed beneath her. “That I can’t get my fill of you, either.”
She could feel his lips smile a fraction beneath hers. “You poor baby.” He caught her by the waist and rolled her under him again, his face tight with lust as he loomed above her. “Then I’m going to have to fill you up again…”
His cocky words teased across her body like a simmering volcano, teasing her with hot little bubbles of lust. She couldn’t control the flirtatious smile pulling at her lips as she gazed up into his handsome, square face. “You know, for such a quiet man, you’re very talkative during sex.”
He scowled thoughtfully as his gaze fell to her mouth, and his thumb brushed her lips almost hard this time. It was like he was being driven crazy by her mouth and kept rubbing it with his thumb. “I rarely talk—but if I don’t talk what you make me feel is going to gnaw a hole in my gut.”
She reached up, and then remembered his no-touching rule and only set her hands on his shoulders, thrilled with that little itty bitty touch. His skin was silky smooth and deliciously warm, the muscles so taut and unyielding under her fingers she wished she could memorize every single one of them. “You make me so wet, Graves,” she confessed. “Just with your words and with your eyes and with your touch…and when I think of the way you kissed me at Luke’s place…”
Her hands seemed to move of their own volition and caressed down the back of his arms, his triceps contracting under her touch.
His cock jerked against her hip bone when she continued lightly stroking his arms, his muscles perhaps unused to the stimulation. He ducked his head to her breast and spoke against her nipple, tense but licking hungrily. “No, don’t rub me, Chlo.”
She squirmed restlessly, excited and overstimulated with Graves’s mighty nipple sucks, but she couldn’t stop her hands from sliding along the delicious muscles on his chest. “No, Chlo, don’t rub me—fuck, I’m going to lose control if you do that.” He restrained her wrists in both hands and pinned them over her head.