“Alex.” She moaned his name.
“Janey, baby.” He was tense, his muscles rippling with restrained power beneath her. “Fuck me, sweetheart. Take what you want.”
She wanted. Oh God, she wanted so bad.
She rolled her head against his shoulder, her h*ps flexing, moving jerkily, pushing down, feeling the stretch and burn.
“Help me,” she cried out.
If he would just do it, then she could hold a part of herself back. She was certain of it. Just enough of her heart to survive.
“Give me your wild, Janey,” he urged, his voice tight now, hoarse. “Give it all to me, baby.”
She shook her head. She couldn’t stop.
A whimper tore from her throat as she moved on him again, lifting and lowering, working him inside her.
There was no pain, just that burning, stretching pleasure.
“Help me!” she cried.
“Fuck me, damn you! Take me, Janey!” The hard command in his voice ripped through her. It tore aside hesitation. It slashed through her brain, filled her with defiance, with challenge.
Her head jerked up, her eyes opened. And oh God, she should have kept them closed. His face was dark. Forbidding. His touch was light. There was nothing heavy, nothing forceful. But his face. The sight of all that lust, the heavy, brutal sensuality flickering in his eyes, tore through her.
“All of you?” She moved against him, her nails digging into his shoulders. “You want me to take all of you?”
“All the way to my f**king balls.” His muscles were tight with restraint. His hands fell away from her, lifting to the back of the headboard. His fingers were pale with the force of the grip he had on the bed.
His biceps flexed, rippled.
She wanted to bite him again.
“All the way to your balls, Alex?” She braced her hands against his chest, lifted, and slid back down.
Slowly. So slowly.
His expression twisted. His head fell back against the bed.
“Fuck. I’m going to come so hard you’ll feel it, Janey. You’ll feel me pumping into that damned condom.”
She pushed down farther, staring back at him, shaking, shuddering. It was so good. So f**king good.
“How bad will it hurt?” She whimpered. “I want all of you now, Alex. Tell me. How bad will it hurt?”
He drew in a hard, deep breath. “I took care of it, Janey. With my fingers, baby. No pain. No f**king pain. I can’t hurt you, sweetheart. Not like this.”
Her heart was breaking in her chest. She could see the need inside him, desperate, so male, dominant and powerful. And restrained. Holding back, so he wouldn’t hurt her.
In that moment, she knew he already had all of her, no matter the consequences, and it didn’t matter that she couldn’t have him in public, that he couldn’t claim her. Because of this.
She lifted, let her head fall back, and let all her weight go into the next downward stroke she made.
She heard herself wail. Felt the agonizing, burning ecstasy that filled her as she took him. All of him. All the way to his balls as he shouted her name.
His hands jerked from the bed to her ass. Gripping it, lifting her.
“Janey. Fuck. Baby.”
“Let me go.” Her nails dug into his wrists.
It had her now. That hunger. That need. She was powerful. She was invincible. She held the most incredible strength she had ever known, deep inside her, for only a second.
And he was holding her back.
Her head lifted. “Let me go.”
“Not so hard,” he gritted out. “Fuck. You’re too little to take me like this, Janey.”
She leaned forward, nipped his lower lip, stared back at him. She’d read things. She knew some things.
She let her muscles clench around the heavy crown still embedded in her.
“Don’t take my choice,” she whispered. “You said I could take you. I need you, Alex. All of you. Just like that.”
Sweat dripped down his face now, dampened his chest.
“Your hands go on the headboard.” She pulled them free, pressed them back.
She was shaking. From the inside out, trembling, clenching on him.
“You’re spanked,” he panted. “So f**king spanked.”
Her pu**y flooded around him.
“Maybe I want spanked.”
She lowered herself and it began again. Lightning. A blaze of fire. The stretching fullness that didn’t stop, wouldn’t ease. It burned with pleasure. Ached with ecstasy.
She couldn’t stop moving. She rode him hard and fast, feeling the pleasure building inside her. Taking her, overtaking her.
“God yes, f**k me, baby.” He was straining beneath her now, his h*ps lifting with her, pushing his c**k deeper, harder, inside her. “So sweet. So damned tight. So damned tight you’re killing me.”
She couldn’t breathe. She could feel the sensations slamming through her now. She was dizzy, dazed.
Her head lowered to his shoulder and she lost all control. She bit him and sucked at his skin, slamming her pu**y onto the thick, throbbing c**k penetrating her, f**king inside her until she screamed.
Her orgasm was alive within her. It raged through her, arching her back. It raced through her, pulling her muscles tight, clamping her pu**y around him as she felt the hard, heated pulse of him inside her.
She was shuddering, writhing, twisting against him and dying from the pleasure. And he was right. She could feel him coming. Hot spurt after spurt as though it were filling her, heating her, sinking inside her and exploding through her womb.
It was brutal, it was terrifying and exhilarating. She wanted it again. Again and again. She didn’t want to live without him inside her. She didn’t want to exist without his kiss, without his hunger.
And when his head lowered, his lips covering hers, his tongue pushing hard inside her mouth as he growled her name, she knew she wanted all of him as well.
It wasn’t pleasure. It went beyond pleasure, beyond ecstasy. For a moment, just a moment, she felt as though she belonged to him.
ELEVEN
Alex knew the moment it happened. The second he felt his sperm shooting from the slit of his cock, he felt the latex split. And he felt pure, undiluted rapture. The fiery heat, the wash of Janey’s release, his cum spilling inside her, spurting hot and deep into the rich, fist-tight grip she had on him.
He’d never had a condom break. He’d always been on guard for it, until Janey.