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Fourteen

Luna

One second, I’m confidently in control.

The next…

I’m suddenly naked and bare-assed on the stairs, my legs shoved wide, a big, bearded hockey player between my legs.

He licks me without quarter, exploiting every single pleasure-inducing spot he found yesterday.

My clit, the sensitive part of my labia, the top of my entrance…

Inside.

With fingers and tongue and?—

I clutch at his shoulders, grind myself against him. “Oh, God!”

And just that quickly, I go from riding high of power to reveling in the strength of his.

Broad shoulders, calloused fingertips, and that beard that is the sweetest type of abrasion I’ve ever experienced.

Only, I don’t want to come without him this time.

And I’m all of three seconds away from forgetting that, from letting the wonderful things he’s doing to me push me over the edge…

But—

Aiden.

I’m finally with Aiden.

And I don’t want to fall apart again?—

Not alone.

Not without him.

So, I hold off my orgasm, the flickers I can already feel beginning to flutter through my pussy, clamping down on his fingers. It’s so close. So fucking close.

Gritting my teeth, I reach for his shoulders, summoning no little amount of strength—some might even say it’s actually a herculean amount of strength—and I heave. “Up,” I rasp, pushing him back. “Inside me,” I order.

I’m fully aware that he’s so much bigger and stronger than me, so if he truly wanted to fight me on this, he could. Easily. But I’m also fully aware that he’s just as turned on as me. So, he doesn’t fight me—much—just giving my pussy one more long lick before crawling up my body.

“Inside me,” I demand again.

He gives me a heart-stopping smile—God, he is seriously the sexiest man I’ve ever seen—reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, and pulls out his wallet.

He opens it, tugs out a condom, tearing the packet open with his teeth.

A moment later, he’s rolling it down the length of his erection, protecting us both without me having to ask.

Which just adds to his sexiness.

And a moment after that…

I moan, my head falling back against the stairs with a thunk .

“Careful, sweetheart,” he murmurs, fingers lacing into my hair, cushioning my skull, the head of his cock notched at my entrance, barely an inch of his length inside me.

“More,” I command, squirming against the pleasurable intrusion—big and hard and yet not nearly enough.

He doesn’t argue, just flexes his hips, gaining another inch inside me.

I moan again, and this time he joins me, his eyes going to half-mast, sweat glistening on his forehead, the muscles on his chest and shoulders and abs standing out in sharp relief?—

“More?” he asks.

“More,” I say again as I wrap a leg around his waist, arching my back, rocking my pelvis, my hips meeting his careful forward movements and allowing him to sink even deeper, so deep that I’ve gained all of him, that I’m so full of him I can barely speak, barely think, barely move.

“Good?” he asks.

“Big,” I push out, the word a struggle because I’ve never felt so full, so possessed, so under a man’s control.

He grins. “You can handle it.”

My pussy begins to relax and even as I begin testing the intrusion of him, hips continuing to rock gently against the impressive length of his erection, the sass that’s always a deep well inside me makes itself known.

It’s a miracle I can feel something aside from full , something aside from the micro-currents of sensation transforming into sparks of pleasure.

I know it won’t be long now.

So, I take advantage of my brain working for the moment.

And draw on that sass.

“As long as you know how to handle it,” I tease him.

Unfortunately, the joke’s power is undermined a bit by the fact that I’m a little breathless and that I’m grinding against him and also that my eyes are practically rolling into the back of my head because Aiden is beautiful and wonderful and his dick feels fucking incredible.

His grin turns wolfish, sending spasms through me. “What makes you think I can’t handle it, tiny tornado?”

“I don’t know,” I huff out, rocking faster, the sparks of pleasure increasing in magnitude, dragging me closer and closer to the edge. “The fact that you’re packing a weapon down there?”

He chuckles and…yeah, I’m going to come.

And the man isn’t even fucking me yet.

What the hell is happening right now?

My lungs work, drawing in staccato breaths. My pulse hammers through my veins, pounds against the backs of my ears. My mind is spinning, trying to make sense of the cacophony of sensations.

And then I decide…

Quantifying it doesn’t matter.

Comparing it to anything I’ve experienced before won’t work.

This is Aiden.

It will always be more with him.

And that’s always been the problem.

A bolt of worry slices through me, honing down the sharp edges of my desire, “I?—”

But then he speaks, his voice husky, his cock inside me twitching, his lips oh so close to mine, “Well then, my tiny tornado, I think you’re about to find out.”

He pairs the last word with a thrust that steals my breath away, and I arch back against the stairs, my head dropping to one of the treads again, my legs wrapping tightly around his hips.

We both groan.

“Good,” he grunts.

“Great,” I correct on a moan.

“The fucking best.”

“Yes!”

To that and the sensations rippling through me as he thrusts hard and fast, driving into me, over and over again.

It’s not anything like what I’ve had before—slow caresses and a slow build, gentle strokes and long, drugging kisses.

I liked that. Thought it was everything I liked.

This though?—

It’s rough. It’s intense. It’s almost overwhelming.

It’s…

The fucking best.

More than I anticipated, more than I dreamed I could have, more than I think I can take.

Except, somehow with Aiden I know I can handle it.

Can handle even more.

And he doesn’t fail to give it to me.

“Oh, my God!” I cry as he drives harder. “Oh, my?—”

It’s there. Right there. Right freaking there ?—

“Aiden!”

I come apart and I barely have the chance to watch his gorgeous face as he does the same before my vision blurs and I’m riding the waves of my pleasure, sinking into the glorious oblivion, going limp and lazy and lax.

I stay that way for what might be seconds or hours or decades.

But it only takes one sentence from him to have that disappearing like so much smoke.

He brushes his lips over mine then lifts his head, eyes locking on to mine.

“Now, sweetheart, you’re going to tell me what’s really going on with the marriage contract.”