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With his hands on my hips, he pulled me forward and positioned himself at my entrance. My body was quivering, hungry for him. Starving, in fact. In one powerful thrust, he filled me completely, and I gasped at the sheer size of him. The feeling was exquisite—a delicious stretching that bordered on pain.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, lifting my legs so my feet were on his shoulders. Oh god, he was so deep and so hard I wanted to cry at how perfect it felt. Then he began to move, and each stroke of his cock sent waves of pleasure through me. My body clenched around him as he drove deeper, stoking the fire that threatened to consume me. He was relentless, his pace picking up, and I matched his urgency with desperate moans and the roll of my hips. Until I was spiraling, careening toward ecstasy with each hard, perfect thrust. When my climax hit, it was like a dam breaking. I cried out, my body convulsing with the force of it.
But he didn’t stop, his rhythm never faltered. With his hands wrapped around my thighs to hold me still, he drove into methrough my orgasm, drawing it out until it was almost too much to bear. I’d barely recovered from the second earth shattering orgasm when he pulled out and flipped me over.
“Yes,” I sobbed as he pulled me onto my hands and knees, pushing my nightgown over my hips.
I was ready for him, eager, as he entered me from behind. His fingers dug into my hips as he thrust into me, setting a demanding pace that I met with wild abandon. Each powerful surge of his body drove me closer to the brink, the sound of our flesh meeting echoing in the room.
My third orgasm was building, a firestorm of pleasure that blazed a path from the depths of my core to the tips of my fingers. “Don’t stop, Rhett,” I gasped, my voice barely recognizable.
He gave a low chuckle and leaned over me, one hand snaking around to stroke my clit in time with his thrusts. “Come for me, Scarlett,” he commanded, his voice raspy with desire.
And I did. I fell apart, the force of my orgasm ripping a scream from my throat as my hand slapped against the headboard to brace myself. Spent, I slumped forward, burying my face in the pillow.
But we were far from done.
My body was still humming with the aftershocks of my release when Rhett’s voice cut through the haze. “I want you naked. Now.”
I was boneless, utterly spent, but the raw need in his voice stirred a fresh wave of desire inside me. My fingers fumbled withthe hem of my nightgown, but before I could manage it, he was there, his hands replacing mine.
He peeled the damp fabric from my skin, and I shifted just enough that he could get it off me. Then he covered my body with his own, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress. Why that should feel so good was a mystery to me.
I kept my eyes closed when he kissed me, tangling his tongue with mine. Staking his claim, as his hand fisted in my hair, holding me captive.
His other hand roamed my body until he found my clit again. The way he touched me had my toes curling, each pass of his fingers drawing a needy whimper from my lips.
When he knew I was wet and ready yet again, he said, “Look at me, Scarlett.” It was a demand I couldn’t refuse as he positioned himself at my entrance. I forced my heavy eyelids open, meeting his smoldering gaze. “I want to see every flicker of pleasure in your eyes.”
With that, he pushed inside me, filling me completely. The sensation of him stretching me, claiming me, was overwhelming. I felt impossibly full, impaled on his thick length as he began to move inside me.
Each thrust was a demand, a possession, and I gave myself over to it willingly. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, the friction building a sweet tension that threatened to unravel me once again.
The world narrowed to the man above me, the feel of his body moving in mine, the intensity of his gaze as he watched me fall apart beneath him.
“Rhett,” I breathed, my voice a mere whisper of sound. “I’m close.”
His response was a low growl of approval as he increased his pace, driving into me with an urgency that matched my own. It was almost too much, the tension so exquisite it bordered on pain. He knew. Because of course he did. “Give it to me.”
I did, my body convulsing around his as a kaleidoscope of colors exploded behind my eyelids.
He followed me over the edge, shuddering as he found his own release. The way he collapsed on top of me, burying his face in my neck, let me know it was just as intense for him as it was for me. As we lay there, spent, I traced the curves of his muscles, savoring the weight of him, the warmth of his skin against mine. My eyes drifted closed, and I just floated on the afterglow.
Until he moved off me, stretching out next to me. “What’s your name?”
“Mmm?”
“What’s your name?”
Of course, I wasn’t prepared to give him the satisfaction. “Asshole.”
“Weird name for a little girl. What the fuck is wrong with your parents?”
“Har har.”
The mattress shifted under his weight as he rolled out of the bed and went to the bathroom. I lay there for a long moment, gathering up the strength to move. Jesus, I felt like my bones had melted. But I needed to be up and gone before Rhett cameback from the bathroom. There was no way I was up for the awkward conversation of him letting me know it was time to leave. On that thought, I dragged myself upright.
Fuck, where the hell was my nightgown? The sound of the toilet flushing had me panicking. I could have cried with relief when I found it, half under the bed. I was just slipping it over my head when the bathroom door opened.