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“I don’t beg.”

“For me,” I murmur, “you will.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Olive

Iwake updrunk on the orgasms that Alex gave me as soon as we crawled into bed. I swore to myself I wouldn’t beg him for anything, but I’ve always been good at lying to myself. First he got me off with his hands, then his mouth, and only when I begged him, when I pleaded to feel him inside me, did he finally give me all of him. Because while I appreciate him being willing to wait for sex, I’m only so strong. It’s like the second his scent wrapped around me, my pheromones were sayinggame on, bitch.

Now there’s a strong arm hooked around my waist that I know before I even glance down to see the dark coarse hair covering the roped muscles and veins that would be any nurse’s wet dream.

I go to move away when he tightens his hold. Then I’m tugged against a bare torso and hard erection poking at my backside. “Not yet. Early,” he mumbles tiredly.

My eyes flick over to the alarm clock on the nightstand that’s flashing red. “It’s nine.” I try moving his arm, but he rolls his hips forward until the tip of his cock nudges against me.

“Alex!” I say, giggling.

His nose nuzzles against the back of my neck before he brushes his lips under my ear, causing goosebumps to pimple my skin. I shiver when his tongue licks the sensitive spot of skin that always melts the barriers I try keeping up around him. “What?”

I go to tell him to stop, but then he slips a hand between us until his fingers are brushing where the head of his cock is teasing me. Words suddenly seem far away. Too far to argue as he begins playing with me until I’m squirming and letting out a soft moan.

The exhaustion that held onto my conscious is long gone as I squeeze his hand into place between my thighs. He tweaks and pinches and rolls his fingers against my bundle of nerves before he slowly begins easing his length inside me for yet another round.

Despite being sore, I lift my leg to give him better access. He thrusts forward until he’s seated fully and lets out a long groan into the crook of my throat.

And then he starts moving.

Slow.

Hot.

Hard.

He grabs my thigh, my hip, my breast, anything he can get his hands on as he pumps into me from behind until we’re both dotted with sweat. He pinches my nipple and swivels his hips until I’m burying my face into the pillow to swallow the noise that wants to escape.

His voice is hoarse when he says, “God, your pussy is so fucking wet for me.”

He’s always had that power over me. It’s never been like that with other men, not that there have been many. I can honestly say most my early experiences were lackluster. With the exception of Bodhi, who I refuse to think about with another man’s dick inside of me.

Alex makes my body come alive. I don’t feel self-conscious or worry about what I look like in different positions—how my stomach hangs or what the cellulite on the backs of my thighs looks like if I’m bent over. He never makes me question that.He takes control, bringing me out of my head and into the very delicious reality he creates for us.

And damn am I glad he wasn’t going to fight me on the ‘no sex’ thing until three dates. I might have combusted if I didn’t feel him inside me before I had to drive back to Lindon for the fall semester.

I tilt my head back and lose myself to the way he fucks, listening to all his little praises; every,“So good”and“Going to fuck you so hard”and“Squeeze my cock just like that”.

If there’s one thing that Alex never shies away from, it’s dirty talk. I never knew I had a praise kink until he called me a good girl for sucking his cock. I was done from there on out.

I’m close to climax number I don’t know what when my phone rings.

I curse when I glance over at it briefly and see my brother’s name on the screen. He doesn’t call often, so it momentarily distracts me.

“Let it go to voicemail,” Alex tells me, shifting upward and peppering kisses along my throat and shoulder.

I arch back into him as he takes me harder, hitting me deeper until tingles shoot down my spine. “I n-need to stop. It could be an emergency.”

“No,” he says, nipping my ear. “You’re going to be a good girl and keep taking my dick.”

I can feel the orgasm building higher and higher with every stroke of his bare cock, but that doesn’t stop me from trying to get him to pause to make sure Sebastian is okay. “Alex—”