Page 113 of Sugar

His phone was dropped carelessly to land on the floor before his shorts and boxers were shoved off to join it. I got one daunting glimpse of his massive hard-on springing free, and it was enough to make apprehension twist in my belly like a mini cyclone.

One that was surrounded by a much larger and far more powerful tornado of lust.

Especially when his body covered mine so he could take my mouth in a bruising kiss. His hand worked between us, sliding through my wetness before he positioned the thick head of his cock at my entrance.

I waited for him to plunge in. To fill me and take me and use me in the way I’d been imagining since the first time I’d seen him.

He didn’t.

He barely breached me before pausing to lower his body to mine. One hand pinned my hip in place—cutting off my involuntary undulation—as his other wrapped around my shoulder, his fingers trembling with his restraint.

Tearing his mouth from mine, Easton’s voice was harsh and demanding. “Tell me to stop, Madeline. Say guppy. Because once we do this, there’s no going back.”

I didn’t take the out he offered. I didn’t have to think about it.

For the first time in my life, I didn’t even have a million questions.

I pointedly pressed my lips closed as I lifted my hips. Or tried to, at least.

I didn’t get far with his tight hold, and that sent another surge of arousal to my core.

His fingertips dug in as he entered me inch by thick inch. Stretching me until it burned in the best possible way.

I wasn’t a virgin, but it’d been a while since I’d been with anyone but my vibrator. Even then, I’d never been with someone—human or battery-operated—so large.

Once I was full of him, he froze with his lids closed and took a sharp inhale. When he opened them, his dark eyes seared down at me. “Perfection. Every fucking inch of you. And they’re all mine to do whatever I want with.”

My brain didn’t have the chance to fully process his possessive words before he started moving.

No.

When he started fucking me.

Savagely.

Desperately.

Even if he hadn’t just teased me to the point of delirium, his powerful thrusts would’ve quickly brought me to the breaking point.

But he had done that.

Which meant I was catapulted into the abyss when pure, blinding pleasure lit up every nerve ending in my entire being. Even my hair seemed to feel euphoric as I cried out. I did my best to muffle the noise. To choke it down or press my face into his chest.

Easton didn’t allow it. “No, baby, I want to hear you. So fucking good. You’re taking me perfectly. Give it all to me.”

If his cock wasn’t already building another orgasm, the way he talked me through it would’ve done it.

He shifted his knee higher up the mattress for leverage, forcing my leg wider to accommodate his.

Stretching me to accommodate him.

His already frenzied thrusts turned brutal. Unhinged. That time when I shattered, his grunts mixed with rough praise as he filled me.

His plunges slowed, leisurely yet deep enough to make my eyes go unfocused. Like he couldn’t stand to pull out of me even as his warm cum dripped out. More followed when he slid free with a vicious curse.

It was a new sensation since I’d never had sex without a condom.

It was also a new sensation because even the good sex I’d had before didn’t come close to what we’d just done. What I still couldn’t even believe we’d just done.