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And it’s impossible. I’m trembling, sweating. My entire life is his fingers and tongue and teeth. It’s the pleasure that builds, fighting against the agony of denial that brings its own sweet knife edge.

I need to come. I need it. The more I try not to think about what he’s doing, that sweetness right there, the more I do. Soon it’s consuming me whole.

When he adds his thumb to my ass, I scream, something I don’t do. But I scream because it’s weird. It’s so unbelievably good. I’m so full and not full enough and how the fuck are his fingers magic?

“I-I-I can’t?—”

I manage those words. And he starts in earnest, a rhythm that beats through me, setting everything into an inevitable crash and burn. And I’m lost, so lost, and I am the impending orgasm. I’m being transformed, and I need to be.

“I can’t… please… please… please let me come.”

“Come.” He bites down softly on my clit and it’s like an electrocution. I’m tossed up and into that storm and over the edge. I convulse and scream and cry, my pussy throbbing hard, clenching down on him, over and over .

Before I can do a thing, he pulls his fingers out.

And then slams them back in. I shriek. I’m too sensitive. I try to twist away, but that one hand holds me firm. The man’s strong. He puts his mouth back on me, going in harder, building me up. I can’t take it. It’s just too much.

“No, please,” I say, grabbing at him. But he doesn’t stop and suddenly, as he keeps going, something else starts inside, a deeper beat of orgasmic bliss beyond my clit and pussy. This comes from… I don’t even know where, but I stop fighting him as it builds and start tugging him to me.

I’m out of my mind. Wave after wave of reality-shifting pleasure hits and I’m not there yet.

But he keeps pushing and I undulate against him, my fingers digging into his thick, soft hair, jerking him against me, and then I come apart.

It’s like a supernova, a universe being born.

It’s mind-bending. And my entire body is pleasure. Every single part of me.

Someone’s screaming, crying, pleading, and as the bliss starts to ebb down into the levels of normality, I realize with horror that it’s me.

He lets me go as he pulls free, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his suit. Catching me before I fall, he wraps around me, taking my mouth for a kiss that gives the orgasms a run for their money.

“Oh. My. God.” The words escape, and I try to uncurl my toes on the smooth, wide floorboards.

“Now, that’s what I call a pussy,” he says. “Fucking delicious. So wet. And you’re the poster girl for responsive, Lyubimaya .”

“I’m not sure I can walk.”

“Then get on your knees.” The wickedness in his voice lights another fire in me.

I want to blow him.

I want to do something I stopped liking when I couldn’t do it good enough to please Toby .

A part of me balks. I don’t want his name in my head tonight.

As I start to go down, he grabs my arm, stopping me. “Believe me, Lyubimaya , I want my cock in your mouth more than anything, but something tells me you need some attention.”

I look away, take a breath. Fuck it. I’m naked and I’ve just been eaten out at a window by a man dressed in a bespoke suit. By one of the hottest men I’ve ever set my eyes on.

“Well, then,” I say, curling his tie around my fingers, “maybe we need to take this to the next level. Literally. After all, didn’t you promise to fuck me so hard I’d be seeing stars?”

“After you finish walking funny.”

Inside, I’m shaking, but I’m Erin, the former B&E expert tub-dwelling escort. I can do this thing.

With that in my head, I walk, leading him by the tie, up the stairs and into the massive bedroom.

Then I let go of his tie and push him on the bed and climb on top.

His grin rips into my heart. There’s something so intimate about it that turns me on all over again, to the high and dangerous levels, and I lean down and kiss him.

But he’s got different ideas. He slides his hands into my hair and brings my mouth to his, kissing me with soft, seductive kisses.

They’re deadly symphonies, designed to pull a woman apart and put her together, only to shatter her again and again.

Every part of me is already thrumming and when he flips us so he’s on top, I let him.

Let? I don’t think this man can be stopped. He kisses his way down over me. Lips and cheeks, my throat, taking his time to lick and suck as he goes. It’s golden liquid fire wherever he touches.

My hands, thighs, calves, feet. Back between my thighs. And to my mouth once more. He’s everywhere. Almost like I’m on an altar and he’s the priest worshipping me.

My heart and soul flutter at the thought and it’s a warmth that spreads through me, from that one thing. Like I’m wanted.

He rises and strips.

I know he’s done this countless times, seduced women. The honeyed forwardness of giving me an out, the way he asked me point-blank.

Not like he was showing off, but like it was nothing. Asking was nothing, but I was something.

My breath catches at that.

“You have an expressive face. Did you come to an epiphany about the asshole who hurt you, Lyubimaya ?”

“I feel… wanted. For the first time in a long time,” I say, not hiding the tremor in my voice. “I feel beautiful, special, wanted. A prize.”

Again, that gem of a smile appears, and he pumps his impressive—thick, long—cock with one hand. “You are. All that. More. And I have tonight to show you just how much.”

He comes over to me and pushes my thighs apart. I expect… I don’t know, but not the soft kisses, the way he stretches me before pushing slowly into me.

“Fuck, you are tight.”

And he’s big. Too big. I know Toby was decent, but this man… holy cow.

When he’s all the way in, he wraps my legs around him and then he starts to move. Thrusting deep with moves that are deliberate, controlled, getting harder, deeper, never faster. But I’m shaking and moaning. The pleasure starts to beat. Shivery waves of heat.

He’s not kissing me. He’s watching me. And it’s intense. It’s breathtaking .

Every time I think I’m going to start to come again, he changes his pace until he groans and pulls out.

Before I know what’s happening, he flips me, pulling me to the edge of the bed, and he pushes me down a little.

He grabs my hips and slams balls deep into me.

A wave of pain that’s dull and tinged by something good ricochets.

His balls slap up. He angles me again and when he thrusts in, it’s deeper, I’m narrower or he’s bigger, but I feel him. Everywhere.

My pussy squeezes him, pulsating on its own. Like a tiny orgasm takes me.

But he doesn’t slow his pace. His fingers dig into me, biting deep, and he starts to let loose, fucking me hard, like he’s fucking every atom of me, and all I can do is moan and cry and plead and lift my hips, pushing back into him, greedy for even more.

I’m unspooling, coming apart, and I try and try to let the pleasure spin out. I try not to come, but with a grunt, he reaches around and rubs my clit and I explode, him immediately after, his cock twitching as his cum floods me in spurts, deep inside.

Trembling, I lay there as he collapses down on me, then eases out. Then he pulls me up to the top of the bed. A wave of exhaustion hits me. I don’t know how long we’ve been at this. Minutes? Hours? I’ve come more than I did for the last year of my relationship and it’s a revelation I can float on.

“That was…”

“Seeing stars?”

I grin into him, wiggling back, sticky, messy, sore, and he just throws an arm around me and holds me close. “Yes. Systems of them.”

“Good.”

“I can’t keep my eyes open. ”

He smooths my damp hair from my throat and kisses it before hugging me in tighter. “Then don’t.”

I start drifting when he speaks again.

“After all, I want you rested for round two and three.”

Two and three?

Oh, holy shit.