Page 40 of Rule the Night (Blackwell Butchers #1)

MAEVE

I’d been wrong. I’d never had sex before.

I mean, I had. But not like this.

I knew it was true even while Poe was standing between my thighs, rolling the condom on his massive dick.

I’d seen it before when he’d walked around the house without clothes, but then I’d always tried not to stare. Now I let myself really see him, a tan sculpted god, his erection huge, his cock long and thick and perfectly formed.

The ink on his chest seemed to writhe as he moved his arms, and I wouldn’t have been at all surprised to look between my thighs and find the masked monster from the tunnels, something not altogether human but beautiful just the same.

He pressed my thighs open wider and ran the thick head of his dick through my soaking folds.

I writhed under him, hunger leaping to life in my body even though a moment before I’d been limp from the orgasm he’d delivered with his mouth.

His gaze was searing as he stared down at me. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

I hooked my heels around his knees and scooted down until my ass was hanging over the edge of the metal table, then nudged the tip of his dick with my pussy.

A long low chuckle moved through his body. I felt it in my toes, my chest, my cunt. I couldn’t verbalize what I wanted from him, was afraid to admit it even to myself, but my wanting was undeniable, and I sighed, relishing every inch as he slid slowly inside me.

He leaned over my body and captured my mouth in his, thrusting into me as our tongues dueled.

It was like being conquered slowly and then all at once, his possession of my body just a promise right up until the moment when he owned me completely, filling my pussy with his cock, my mouth with his tongue.

He pulled back and covered my tits with his big hands, then looked down at me as he thrust again, stretching me wide, tunneling through my swollen channel until he couldn’t go any deeper.

I wrapped my hands around his wrists and he captured them, lightning fast, and lifted my arms over my head with one hand, his face inches from mine.

He slammed his lips onto mine and dove deep with his tongue, occupying the darkest corners of my mouth as he moved more quickly inside me, tunneling through my cunt like a man possessed.

The friction of our bodies ignited sparks in my clit, and I rocked my hips against his as another orgasm ignited at my center.

Coming on his face had been incredible, but having him inside me, feeling the pressure of another orgasm while his huge cock stretched me wide, was almost mind-altering.

I felt the impending orgasm everywhere, brimming from every cell in my body, from my arms and legs, my nipples tingling with desire, my pussy getting slicker as he drove into me again and again.

I wanted to grab his ass, push him in deeper even though there was nowhere else to go, but he still had my arms stretched above my head, so I drew my knees around his hips and felt him sink even deeper.

I cried out as I came, my orgasm washing over me like a fierce wind, every nerve in my body combusting, a fire raging from the inside out, like Poe was taking his blow torch to every crevice of my body.

He groaned as he fell after me, driving harder and faster, like he’d lost his mind. “Fuck… So fucking good, little bird. So fucking good.”

I was lost in the abyss of my release, in the sensation of him pounding into me while tremors wracked my body, white light exploding behind my eyelids while time seemed to stop.

I was barely aware of him collapsing, propped up on his elbows over my body, his back rising and falling with his heaving breath.

We stayed like that for a long time, our bodies cooling, our breath returning to normal.

Finally he lifted his head to kiss me, surprisingly tender considering the heat of our fucking a few minutes before. Then he pulled back to look at me as he stroked the hair at the top of my head.

I tried to arrange my features into an expression of stoic resignation. “How many more times do I have to do that?”

Alarm washed over his face and I started laughing. “I’m kidding, Poe.”

He laughed, dropping his head against my bare shoulder. “Goddamn, little bird. You just about scared the shit out of me, and I have to say, that’s not easy to do.”

I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed, because it was smarter than telling him the truth: that he scared the shit out of me too, and not for the reasons I’d expected when I’d left the tunnels with the three men known as the Butchers.