Page 71 of One Bossy Date
And then I stopped caring too, because suddenly, my whole brain power was in my clit.
“Ahhh…” I breathed, “…ohhh…”
“You want more?” Anders growled, stopping his torture, his stormy eyes staring up at me, filling my entire body with almost unbearable heat.
Unable to speak, I nodded in desperation, allowing it to be reflected in my eyes. I mouthed the wordpleaselike a prayer, my hands uncomfortably tight around the bars of the headboard.
“Tell me, baby,” Anders demanded, “or you don’t get anything.”
“Please,” I blurted, my chest heaving with sighs and deep breaths. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please,” I murmured again, taking a deep breath as I tried to find the words. “Put your mouth on me. Please, make love to me with your tongue.”
His grip tightened on my waist. “What did I tell you? This hasn’t got anything to do with romance or love. This is about passion. Heat. Need. This is about me fucking you into oblivion,” he growled. “And you returning the favor. Now beg for my cock.”
He nipped at my clit, and my entire body jumped.
“Please. Oh God, I want you inside of me.” One of my hands left the metal bars above my head and landed on the back of Anders’s head, tugging at the hair there. I didn’t dare force him down on me, knowing he could overpower me with little effort, but he got the message anyway and finally—finally—relented.
“Ahhh,” I cried out as I was practically rocketed up and over the edge, feeling my entire body tense up and then go limp as the knot in the pit of my stomach released. When he felt me clench around him, Anders slowed, allowing me to come down from the height of my ecstasy.
This orgasm was ten times more intense than any I’d experienced before, and I soon found myself lying on my side with Anders right in front of me. He had slipped up the bed to join me, and I hadn’t even noticed. Now he was feverishly stroking my side and back, a heated look on his face as he boldly slapped my ass.
“You doing okay?” he said, his voice as rough as his hands.
I nodded, coming back to myself. “Good, yeah. You?” I asked.
He spanked my ass again.
“I want you to feel every inch of me,” Anders growled and reached for a condom. After tearing it open, he slid it on. He wrapped his arms around me, tugging me close as he turned me on my back and nudged my knees apart.
“But, trust me,” he continued, leaning forward, and cupping my ass cheeks in his thick, wide hands, “this will feel better thangood.”
I giggled as I pushed my pelvis against his, making him groan.
He now hovered above me, and I felt his cock, hot and hard and ready for me. His skin was as soft as his entire body was firm, and it was a contradiction that made me bite my lip to suppress a moan. He inched forward until my heat was right along the shaft of his rock-hard cock, stroking him over me, teasing me.
All I wanted was for him to thrust himself inside me. Based on the hint of a smile that appeared on his face, Anders knew this. He was patient though, waiting for me to give in, and let him fuck me senseless.
He pushed in. Slowly.
His shaft scorched me as he lowered himself into me, stretching me completely. He was so big inside of me. With my months-long celibacy, the burn that came with the stretch was so good it was almost painful.
Almost.
“Ohhh…” I led out a guttural moan of pleasure. I needed to take this slow. I needed to enjoy every second of it. I needed to remember how every inch of him felt, because who knew how long it would be before I felt the stretch of a man’s length inside me again?
But what about after he left? Would I feel like I felt with him, with any other man? I wanted a man just like Anders Windham.
But I couldn’t have him. He’d made that clear.
And, as he sank down so completely into me that our pelvises touched, I wondered if perhaps this was enough. A beautiful night with him inside of me was exactly what I needed. One night of him making me feel the way only a man could.
One night with Anders. That was all it would be.
And it would be enough.