“Feel good?” he asks me quietly.
I don’t answer right away and he pulls his finger out, circling it slowly around my clit. My hips arch away from his body, seeking a harder touch from his fingers.
“Feel good, Goldie?” he asks again, and I nod my head vigorously as his fingers move faster against me.
“Going to come for me again, aren’t you?” he asks, but it’s not really a question. It’s a command.
“Gotta let you prove me wrong,” I gasp, and he chuckles as his eyes drop down to his hand.
“I believe fucking you with my words is just as hot as fucking you with my fingers,” he murmurs. “You like my dirty talk?”
“God yes,” I moan as I can feel my orgasm starting to fire up.
“Want more than just my fingers?”
“Yes,” I gasp out again as I circle my hips against him desperately.
“Then you gotta come for me, Goldie. One more.”
And that’s all it takes.
My entire body stiffens as wave after wave of pleasure takes me hostage, rolling through me as I cry out my release. With hazy eyes, I see Tenn’s eyes light up with victory and his lips curve up in appreciation as he watches me in the mirror for a moment more, his fingers plucking at me gently.
“I think that may be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Tenn mutters as he takes my shoulders and pushes me forward over the dresser. My hands come out to rest on the edge for balance, and I lower my face a moment as I try to catch my breath.
The jangle and swish of Tenn’s belt being undone causes me to raise my face again, and I watched mesmerized as his movements have a sense of choppy urgency about him. He reaches into his pocket, pulls his wallet out, and takes out a condom, which he puts in his mouth to hold between his teeth.
With his hands free, he undoes his jeans and pushes them down over his hips. Although my body is blocking much of my view, I can see his erection sticking out past my left hip.
And oh, my word… it’s beautiful. It’s huge… monstrously big, and my blood starts pulsing again with desire for him at the thought of him putting that inside of me.
Tenn pulls at the condom wrapper still held tightly in his teeth and rips it open. While he seemed in such control just moments ago while he was guiding me to another orgasm, he seems to be overwhelmed with urgency right now.
Spellbound and captivated by the anticipation of what’s to come—over how frantic he seems to be to get inside of me—I watch as he rolls the condom on and steps up behind my body. One hand dips down and he drags his fingers through my folds, causing me to huff out a pent-up breath of impatience.
Tenn moves his hands from my flesh to his own cock, takes it in hand, and lines it up to me with his eyes lowered to watch his progress. He rubs the enormous tip through my wetness, letting it sink in just a fraction of an inch, and my body starts to tighten with excitement.
His eyes lift up, and I let mine rise right along until we are staring at each other in the mirror. He doesn’t move… holds absolutely still while his gaze melds with mine.
Then his hands grab onto my waist and he pulls back on my body as his own hips flex forward, causing his shaft to slide slowly into me. I stretch to capacity, feeling every nerve and fiber leaping in pleasure. When his pelvis presses tight against my ass, Tenn hisses through his teeth and his eyes squeeze shut.
“Christ, Casey,” he grits out, his voice raw with controlled lust. When he opens his eyes, he gives me a sheepish grin and a slight shake to his head. “That fucking feels good.”
I nod at him, my own ability to produce speech seemingly on hiatus.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he promises, and it sounds so sexily threatening that I almost combust right there. “You’re going to come for me again too.”
I shake my head, because that is not going to happen. I have absolutely nothing left in the tank to give him. I didn’t even know that many orgasms so close together were physically possible.
“You are,” he tells me with smug cockiness, still holding himself absolutely still within me, although I can feel his dick jerking in anticipation.
“I can’t,” I finally manage to say.
Tenn slowly pulls out of me, causing the most beautiful feeling of friction I’ve ever had before.
“Gonna prove you wrong, Goldie,” he says as he sinks back into me slowly, and even though I can feel all of my internal muscles quivering with expectancy, I still shake my head in denial.
Bending over me, he whispers assuredly once more. “Gonna prove you wrong.”
And fuck everything I thought I knew about men and their capacity for giving pleasure, but he does indeed prove me wrong.
Chapter 6
Tenn
Four days since I’ve seen Casey.
Six fucking orgasms—five for Casey and a massive one for me that nearly stroked me out—and she walked right out of my room without a backward glance four days ago.
I’ll admit it—only to myself—that I’m fucking pussy whipped after just that one encounter. Whipped for a woman I knew less than twenty-four hours before I fucked her, and yet I can’t deny the way my entire being is itching to see her again.
Yeah… she was a fan-fucking-tastic lay. Without a doubt the sexiest, most smokin’ hot woman I’ve ever been with in my entire existence. Fuck, I could have feasted on her for hours and never gotten my fill. So, no doubt… my cock wants another crack at her.
But the sex alone isn’t what has me fully whipped.