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I laughed a weird, high-pitched, chokingsound.
He stopped and stepped in front of me, andhaving his presence as a barrier between me and the scary glassdistracted me. My body screamed for me to remember what he’dpromised in the garage.
“Let’s go to your bedroom,” I begged.
“This way.” He led me to the secondelevator—glass, of course, because why be less terrifying?—and werode up to the third floor, my stomach pitching and wobbling thewhole time.
“You’re fine,” he promised, kissing the sideof my head. “Nobody has fallen out of my apartment and diedyet.”
“Don’t make jokes about my perfectlyrational fear if you want to fuck me,” I warned him.
“Joke rescinded.” The doors opened, and heguided me out of the elevator, catching me off guard and pinning meagainst the wall with his knee between my thighs. His mouth fell tomy neck, and he bit down, hard enough that it bordered on the edgeof pain. “Because I definitely want to fuck you.”
We walked down a short hall and stopped infront of some frosted glass doubled doors. He pulled onebrushed-steel handle. “The master suite.”
The walls beyond the doors were black, thefloor the same white marble I’d seen in the rest of the apartment.There wasn’t a bed in sight, but a hallway that ended in a texturedglass wall with falling water cascading over the surface.
As we moved forward, we passed two huge,brightly lit rooms, one with bare shelves and full-length mirrors,one directly across from it that was packed with Matt’s wardrobe.There was also a bathroom that, from the brief glimpse I got, wasprobably the size of my entire house. When we reached the fountainwall, the hall opened to the right and left, and beyond that wasMatt’s bedroom.
With that damned view.
“Don’t look,” he advised, walking mebackward toward the huge bed.
“Do you think I like looking?” But thecloser I got, the more my fears about the windows were overcome bymy need to get absolutely railed.
He leaned close to my ear. “Get naked.”
I stripped off my clothes so fast, I couldhave set some sort of record. He gave me a playful push, and I letmyself fall onto the bed. Of course, it would be as soft andcomfortable as it was huge.
He pulled his shirt over his head with onehand and tossed it aside, climbing over me on top of the blackduvet. “Are you ready to get fucked, princess?”
I spread my legs in invitation, hooking mycalves around his back. “May I come, my dragon?”
“Oh, you may.” He reached between us andunzipped his jeans. When the wide head of his cock entered me, Ihissed a little at the residual soreness from the night before.
“Does that pretty little pussy hurt?” heasked, rocking his tip back and forth.
“A little.” I bit down on my lip. Eventhough I was dripping wet from the car ride, it made sense thattaking that many dicks would wear me out. My voice had been raspyall day from the strain on my throat, so I wasn’t sure why I’dassumed my pussy would be any different.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I lifted my pelvis and took him in deeper,crying out at the burn. Did I want him to stop? “No.”
He’d warned me before that it would be hardand fast, but he moved slowly, studying my face for any sign offurther discomfort. But I wanted him so bad, I didn’t care.Centimeter by agonizing centimeter, he sank deep and stilled insideme. He covered my throat with his big hand, thumb digging into myjaw. “You’re going to come on my cock, princess. Just likethis.”
He flexed inside me but otherwise didn’tmove.
I moaned and tried to get some friction, buthe tutted his disapproval, flexing his cock in a teasing rhythm.His lips covered mine, and the heat of his skin mad me feel all ofthe hours we’d spent clothed and not touching.
We were in the real world now. There werebound to be many more hours like that. How would I survive? Myhunger for his body was scarier than the view from hisapartment.
No, not his body. Being with him wasintoxicating. Even something as simple as resting my head on hisshoulder to sleep during the flight had been thrilling. The shortpart of his normal life I’d seen so far was turning out to befascinating. I wanted to know all of him.
I wanted him to know all of me.
“Make yourself come, princess.” He tightenedhis grip on my jaw . “Look me in the eye while it’s happening.”
My fingers already ached from the car rideedging. My clit was irritated and mistrustful of my intent at thispoint. It took a moment to convince my body thatthis onewould be the time.