Morgan

While not the smoothest line I could've said, my words burned through Jim. Affirmation had never looked so...angry. As if he wanted to burst through his skin. Or pound his fists through the wall. A red flush crept over the veins snaking over his hands, slight twitches in his fingers as each thread of restraint snapped.

Dazed and throbbing with need from the sight of tearing this man down, I didn't know what I was saying. Or what words were, as he leaned over and swept me off my feet.

An unattractive sound, half-grunt, half-squeak, left me as the room spun, those large, calloused hands skimming over my skin. The flex rounding his bicep made me want to sink my teeth into the round lump.

There was something sweet in the gentleness he used carrying me into the room and placing me on the edge of the bed. As if I'd shatter, and I couldn't take my eyes off him kneeling between my dangling feet and palming the bed around my hips.

"Your turn."

His promise hummed, low and certain, between us.

Lips parted and damn near dizzy, I bobbed my head, although I had no idea what I agreed to. Transfixed, I watched as his hands parted my thighs, delightful scratches from whatever calloused his fingers circling each calf as he removed both of my shoes. One at a time, my feet sighed when the strappy heels dropped onto the floor, but the massage version of his fingers circling my ankles shot ripples of pleasure up my thighs.

I slacked my head back and hummed an appreciative sound. Never before had a man touched me with such gentle care...and I was fucking soaked before he'd done it.

"Love your little noises." He pressed a teasing kiss on each knee before parting them. "I'm going to enjoy making you louder."

Make me... His devilish smirk rippled anticipation through me. Voice low like a warning, eyes dark with intent to undo me, this was the type of sex I read about, fantasized about, and touched myself over.

The kind of man who wanted to get me off. Who wanted to tear my clothes off—skrrripp. His hard tug tore the side of my lace panties, the other one digging into my hip as he did. His arrogant smirk was just short of triumphant.

Blinking down, pieces of Paige's dress draped over my hip. My mouth rounded. She was going to—

"Don't go half-ass on me," I teased.

The frantic tugs and yanks that followed were more animal attack than seduction, but my skin was burning from his hands' ferocity. Mine were slower, fumbling to unbutton his shirt and find the smooth, heated skin beneath.

Pulling back, Jim shrugged off his shirt in rolling motions of rippling chest and ab muscles that shouldn't have been this sexy but it was. He leaned over and captured my mouth in a punishing kiss. Owning it, controlling it, the traces of his tongue dipping in and out of my mouth drove my imagination into wondering if it'd lap my clit like that. Each circle and flick had my sex throbbing.

Starting along my jaw, those tantalizing lips worked lower. Stings erupted where he kissed. A hard pinch notched into the sensitive skin on my neck, followed by a stroke of his tongue.

A sting. A wet soothing stroke. A bite. More lavishing care. The alternating pattern lowered, torturing my aching nipples until they throbbed with delicious pain. Heat chased where his mouth attacked, leaving me burning in its wake.

He feasted on me like...I didn't know what. All my book descriptions—starving man with a steak placed before him, animal-vegan vampire accidentally splattered with human blood, alphahole werewolf sniffing his mate's arousal from ten miles away—fell so short.

It hurt. It burned. Both in the best way possible.

My brain's reminders of this meaning nothing were challenged by every moment of care. Every attention to detail. Every inch of skin he sucked or bite. The pauses and check-in looks. I didn't want to imagine what he saw, how I looked covered in goosebumps with heavy eyelids, but he looked...

Fuck, I couldn't help but admit it. Looking like he was lucky to be doing this with me. Like he needed this as much as I did, if not more.

"Can't fucking wait anymore." His curse broke our stare. "I have to taste you."

Sliding down, his head dipped, followed by a slow, deliberate kiss on my aching skin. The sight of his broad shoulders splitting my thighs wider as he settled lower was too much. I groaned and squeezed my eyes closed.

A long, slow, raspy lick made my skin burst with life, but his appreciative sound made my toes curl.

"Fuck, you're sweet."

Every laving stroke of his tongue was the most primal, physical torture. Making all kinds of whiny, needy sounds and feeling the wet slickness heating my skin, deep parts of me inside bunched tighter. As if one of those giant hands reached inside and grabbed all the pleasure in me. Owning it. Keeping it. Tugging and drawing more until I leaked out ticklish fluid.

"Fucking love you soaking my face." His low voice vibrated up my thighs. "So needy." A lick catching the underside of my clit jolted me with a tight spasm. "Greedy." Another jolt. "Messy."

I was going to explode and got the sense he knew.

Another smirk of satisfaction appeared. Fuck, even his nose was shiny. "I want your pretty cunt coming on my face, 'kay?"

The internal fist coiled tighter. My body gathered a pressure I'd never felt before.

It was more than his tongue plunging in me. More than the sucks on my clit, licks along my slit, and slurps at my entrance. It was the weight of his arms pinning my thighs between them and his shoulders. It was a firm hand, splayed as wide as possible and pressing below my navel so I didn't float out of my skin. It was—

"Oh." I grunted and bunched under an electric burst. More wetness. More lewd sounds between my thighs.

And his gasps for breath and words in between? That's my messy girl. More. So good. I want to wake you up tomorrow with my face buried in this sweet pussy.

Tears burned behind my closed eyes, and I covered my warm forehead. "I didn't know it could feel like this."

My words lifted his face, eyes dark and nose, cheeks, oh fuck—beard, glistening wet.

"Then you haven't been with the right person." The most inappropriate, angry look appeared on his face. "I got you."

A sudden inhale, as if the man was deep water diving into my pussy, made me clench my stomach. "Hold onto my hair, beautiful." He hummed the words into my aching skin. "Tug twice, and I'll stop. Because if you don't tell me..."

He wasn't stopping, I filled in. Carding my fingers through long, thick locks, I took a possessive clutch. In the dark, their chestnut color was more black than brown, haphazard strands slipping over his forehead like curtains framing the most erotic show I'd ever seen.

Jim's next lick was a warning. The second orgasm sparked me like a live wire, squirming under his hold. During the third, I was pleading, tears leaking down my cheeks and whimpering incoherence.

Every sound. Every thrash. Every bunched muscle—he went harder. Deeper. Until his beard nestled around my entrance, the soft, bristly texture stroking my aching skin with each thrust of his tongue. It twisted and curled in the most wicked, wonderful ways.

I was so hot, so drenched, the line between one round of pleasure overwhelming the next blurred into nonexistent.

Blackness edged my vision. Exploding stars. Blurry mindwipes. I saw—I felt—all of it.

Fucking incredible as it was humbling. Fragile almost, the sweaty, shaking state he'd reduced me into.

"Stop." I coiled my trembling fingers and yanked his roots twice. "Stop."

Conner emerged, his face shiny, beard soaked matted, and chest heaving with panted breaths. He pulled back, showing his cock again fully hard, a stream of precum tethered to the bed sheets until its connection severed.

Before I realized he'd moved, he crawled over me and dropped onto his elbows so his body slotted against mine. Hard. Heavy. Hot. Covered in my smell. It was sweet. Very.

Grounding my cheek against the side of his head, his smell was comforting. Beyond the musky mix of body heat and my release, I found sweat, crisp linen, smokey pine, and...something else. I couldn't pinpoint its source but each breath was an addictive drug hit—so much nicer than the balmy fog of musk cologne soaking the charity events' patrons.

"Taylor."

A large, rough hand cupped my chin. Callouses imprinted the frame of his palm and every fingerprint, but the scratchy sensation was oddly soothing and the warm security grounding enough to slack my cheek into its comfort.

By the dark lust in his eyes, he wanted to tear me apart. The swipe of his thumb over my lower lip, tingling the sensitive flesh, made me bite back a moan.

Lowering his hand, his fingers wrapped around my neck. My pulse throbbed against the heated compression. The rawness his dick had impaled into my throat squeezed inward.

Inside, I clenched around nothing, deep muscles spasming as if grasping for more. This man was addictive. Dangerously.

In a light scratch, his thumb rubbed my jawline, lifting my chin and opening my mouth in awe. When it lowered, his hand squeezed both pulse points on my neck, holding me still as his gaze lingered on my mouth. As if he couldn't believe he'd stuffed it full, stretched my skin to its tearing point when he'd fucked it.

Making no attempt to move, his only touch was the hand securing my neck. Why? I tightened with panic. Did he sense my inexperience? Did he know? My pulse thudded faster in his grip.

"I don't usually do this." The low, course admission fell on my lips like an apology, threatening to splinter my resurging confidence. I hadn't done this. "Are you clean?"

The flickers of responsibility in his hesitating cut through the thick space between us and latched dangerous tethers into my chest. I didn't know what to think. My heart already pounded a mile a minute but this basic consideration made it take a whooshing downward fall.

How pathetic was basic health kindness from a stranger affecting me so much?

Asking demonstrated he was the level-headed thinker here. If only he knew how filthy my mind was when his dick was lodged down my throat. As he'd filled my mouth, I'd considered spitting it back onto him and sucking him apart again.

My body being torn in so many opposing reactions had left me senseless. Dryness choked my throat, the ache in my jaw receding, but wetness leaked between my legs.

"Squeaky," I puffed out the word.

His next kiss on my lips felt different. Slow. Purposeful. The mindwipe I needed. None of the numbers that dictated my life mattered. I felt his attraction in the sweep of his tongue over mine, dragging my heavy eyes closed.

"Tell me you want this," he strained—all of him. Every muscle covering me locked up.

"I need it." My voice became the most pathetic whine, cracking with a threat to shatter the illusion we'd established and watered down into pure desperation. It surged through my veins, pounding my pulse into the edges of my face.

If this man's cock—the one pumping heat over my soaked cunt, making my clit throb—fucked me half as good as his tongue, I'd come in one stroke.

I pressed closer, melting under his frame. He was so...big. Broad in all dimensions. Much taller than me. My hands couldn't move fast enough, couldn't touch enough. Smooth, hot skin stretched taut over ridged muscles stacked in cut precision.

And when he pulled upright to put on a condom—holy internal organ rearrangement, he was big. Possibly too big.

Like almost any internet search, so many possibilities filled my head. What we could do. Where he would fit.

If he fit.

My racing heart faltered at the thought. I'd worn down the batteries of my favorite vibrator, multiple times, without bleeding, but Jim's size would tear me open. Death by monster dick wouldn't be the worst end of me.

His legs slid outside of mine, and while our hips were of similar width, he was rock hard again. The tip, concealed in latex, rested in my navel while his balls nudged below my entrance like two silky, heated pillows.

The visual size comparison was as equally horrifying as it turned me on. There was a compliment, lewd but unfiltered, packed in that dick missile returning to its full size.

I shook my head. No way.

"You'll break me," I murmured, my cheeks burning.

Framed by his matted facial hair, a cocky grin parted his lips. "You want me going half-ass?"

"No." The strain in my throat rasped my voice into a low beg. "Fuck me."

Resolution settled him lower. Balancing on his forearms over me, he entered in a slow—considerate, my aching heart recognized—push.

"Fuck." Shuddering, he groaned hot into my shoulder. "Didn't think such a wet, greedy cunt would be this tight."

Spoken as if there was no barrier between us. As if he felt me.

My insides stretched and tugged but, surprisingly, there wasn't any pain. The entirety of him took something from me, I was sure, but I could only feel a foreign fullness stuffing me to my max.

With another press, his pelvis met my clit. Nudging the nerves. Taunting them with renewed life.

"Are you going to pant in my ear or fuck me?" I teased, slipping my hands around his waist. Sure, I could barely breathe from my lungs shoved into my throat, but this could work.

In one rock of his hips, I bunched around him. His low curse made me smile. Definitely could work.

Moving at a speed that should've concerned me, his hips gained power. Rocking me up. Slapping my skin with his. Deep, long strokes pounded my insides. Another clench from me earned another cursed warning.

So, I did it again. And again. Each time he moved, a newfound confidence surged in me.

Clutching his sides, the warm skin curled under my nails. Based on his low moan, he liked it.

And, when I shuddered through another release, our night exploded beyond interesting. When he finished with a loud groan, shaking, sweating, and panting over me, his promise settled heavily in me.

"This." A hot, sloppy kiss planted on my neck. "Is only the start."

Trembling, I couldn't push away a quiet, simmering glow of warmth in my chest. It was the start of something I couldn't hope for, bringing a crushing pressure on my throat and a threatened rush of tears.

Eyes closing, I slipped my arms up his back and hugged him close. Keeping this moment, these feelings, keeping him for as long as I could. While the night sky out the window was pitch black, the reality of what this was—one night only—crept closer.

Once the sun broke through, I'd never see him again...Which made all the lovely feelings I wasn't supposed to be having want to crumple into all they could be—nothing.