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CHAPTER FIVE

SUTTON

Jesusfuck .

That was my only thought as yet another orgasm crashed through me.

That, and who the hell was this guy?

He had the body of a Greek god, the mouth of a sailor, the demeanor of a grumpy old man, and the overall air of a book boyfriend.

What alternate reality had I stumbled into?

My previous record for orgasms in a single night had been three, and that had been by my own hand.

And this man already had me tied with that number with seemingly little effort.

He hadn’t even unbuttoned his pants.

I lay sprawled on the bed, my sweatshirt rucked up around my waist, and what I was sure was an expression of pure bliss written on my face.

Finally, he stood from where he’d been kneeling between my spread thighs and towered over me, his massive presence shooting a thrill through me.

“Are you ready to get started?”

I breathed out an incredulous laugh.

“ Started ? I’m already three in, babe. I’m pretty much finished.”

“You think so?” The way he said it, so low and rumbly and sure , sent a wave of goose bumps scattering across my skin.

The promise in his tone was unmistakable.

“You gonna take me for a ride, big guy?”

“Thought about it.”

“And yet you’re still standing there, completely dressed.”

“What was it you said?” He tipped his head to the side, his gaze challenging.

“You want me naked so bad, do it yourself.”

Normally, I would have pushed back on a demand like that.

But I did want him naked.

Desperately. Wanted to see every inch of the body I’d been rubbing myself on for half the night.

And the clock was ticking by way too fast, so I didn’t bother with subtlety.

Quickly and efficiently, I knelt in front of him on the bed and divested him of every stitch of clothing, my breath catching with each inch of skin I revealed.

His body was insane .

Absolutely fucking insane.

Not overly defined, but thick and solid.

Strong. He truly was every inch the beast I’d originally clocked him as.

A dusting of dark hair covered his broad chest, tapering down to an arrow that pointed straight to his cock.

And Jesus Christ.

Jesus fucking Christ.

That thing should have been a registered weapon.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

“That’s the idea.”

I breathed out a laugh and shook my head, unable to tear my gaze from his cock.

“No. I mean, fuck me . There is no way that thing is fitting.”

His shaft was long and thick, with a vein I wanted to lick running up the substantial length.

I had a four-hour car ride to suffer through in the morning.

Stuffing this monster inside me would absolutely not be a smart choice.

But I was so tired of making smart choices.

I’d been doing it—or trying to—since I was sixteen.

It was time to be a little stupid for once.

“No?” He stepped closer until he loomed over me where I kneeled on the bed.

Then he slid his hand up the inside of my thigh and under the hem of my sweatshirt, immediately finding my pussy and sinking two fingers inside.

“You think I didn’t make sure I got this sweet cunt nice and ready to take me?” he asked, though the question was rhetorical as he pumped in and out.

“You think I didn’t make you wet enough?”

That, also, was rhetorical.

Because I could hear exactly how soaked I was as he fucked his fingers into me, sliding a third inside and stretching me to take him.

I sucked in a sharp breath and braced my hands on his broad chest, dropping my forehead to rest against the thudding beat of his heart.

“God, that feels good,” I breathed.

“Think I can make you come again with just my fingers?” he asked, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer and he was taunting me with it.

With my forehead pressed against his chest, I rocked my head from side to side—more out of disbelief than denial—even as I rolled my hips against his touch.

“No?” He pumped his fingers into me faster, then brought his thumb up to circle my clit.

“Because it feels like your legs are already shaking, and we both know what that means.”

It meant?—

“Shit,” I breathed.

“I’m gonna come again.” I couldn’t keep the disbelief from my tone, too focused on the sensations he was wringing from my body to even hope to hide anything.

He hummed deep in his throat, a self-satisfied sound.

“Yeah, you are. All over my fingers. Soak my hand so I can stuff you full of my cock.”

Somehow, I was unable to do anything but.

Just as a scream tore from my throat, he slammed his mouth down on mine, muffling the sound as he slid his tongue inside.

Waves of pleasure rocked through my body as I ventured into uncharted territory with this man.

Four. Four .

What in the actual ever-loving fuck?

He hummed low in his throat, pressing his kiss to the corner of my mouth, beneath my jaw, then to the space just below my ear.

Against it, he whispered, “There’s my good girl.”

A shudder ran through me at his words, so simple and innocuous, but loaded with more passion than should have been possible with a man I’d only just met.

Impossible but undeniable.

He slipped his fingers from my pussy, gripped the hem of my sweatshirt, and tugged it over my head in one smooth motion.

As soon as my body came into view, he groaned, a deep, throaty sound, his eyes tracking over every bared inch of me.

That noise and the pure appreciation in his gaze immediately quieted any insecurities.

I didn’t worry about the silver wisps of stretch marks across my lower stomach or the extra pounds on my hips I could never seem to lose.

Not when he was staring at me like that.

“No bra?” He ran a hand over his mouth, the soft scrape of his beard against his fingertips sending a delicious shiver down my spine.

“You were walking around in a bar with your tits bare, yet you want to be called a good girl tonight?”

“Told you I wouldn’t make it easy.” I grinned at him, walking my fingers up his bare chest. “But I’ve already figured out what I have to do to get you to call me one.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“I just need to come. And I bet if I come on that cock, you’ll be extra sweet to me.”

“You think I’m going to make you come on my cock, trouble?”

“I think you’re going to try.”

The corner of his mouth twitched in that almost-smile, there for a blink and gone just as fast. “There’s that try word again. I’d rather just do .”

He grabbed a gold-foiled packet, and thank god he was prepared.

The only condoms I carried around were for the average Joes, and my big guy was most definitely not average.

With his eyes locked on mine, he tore open the packet and rolled the condom down his length.

As much as I wanted to watch his every move, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his.

Not with the thousand dirty promises brimming in his eyes.

Promises I desperately wanted to cash in on.

“We’re going to take this first one nice and slow.” He shifted closer, looming over me as he guided me to lie back on the bed.

“See how much of me this pretty little pussy can take.”

Before I could shove him onto his back, climb up, and show him exactly how much I could take, he spread my legs wide, his palms heavy on my inner thighs, and notched his huge cock at my entrance.

But he didn’t push inside right away as I’d anticipated.

Instead, he ran his hands up and down my legs, against the creases where my thighs met my body, before slipping over to my mound.

Back and forth, again and again.

Until, finally, he shifted his hips and pushed his cock inside.

Just the tip, though it felt like so much more.

My breath caught in my throat as he let out a low rumble.

He studied my face as he slid deeper, gauging my reaction to every inch he was giving me.

And sweet fuck, there were so many damn inches.

He ghosted his thumb across my clit, swept his fingers over my pussy lips.

Then he shifted down until he traced the obscene girth of himself as he slid that monster even farther inside me.

“God,” I choked out, the single word nearly lost on a moan.

“There you go,” he murmured.

“Christ, look at you. Look at this pretty cunt. This perfect pussy stretching so tight around me. Fuck .”

I couldn’t do anything in response except clutch the bedding at my sides, all of my attention focused on where we were joined.

On where he was trying to split me in two.

Where he was wringing so much pleasure from my body, I couldn’t see straight.

Panting, I slammed my head back against the mattress and squeezed my eyes shut.

My pussy pulsed around him, as if desperate for more even though I already felt stuffed so full.

And then he brought that rough thumb down on my swollen clit again, rubbing it back and forth quickly.

My legs fell open even farther as my orgasm built, that warmth low in my belly blooming.

Thrumming. Until it was all I could focus on.

All I could strive for.

“There you go. I can feel you,” he said.

“That good girl pussy is going to come all over me, isn’t she? Gonna soak my cock so I can slide even deeper.”

The feel of him inside me paired with his words—the low, growly cadence of them proving he was just as affected as I was—was all it took.

Suddenly, I was flying.

This time, his mouth wasn’t there to stifle my scream as I shattered into a thousand pieces.

I arched my back as my pussy squeezed his cock, all while he did exactly what he told me he would and slid even deeper.

“Oh my god.” Panting, I reached down, sliding my fingers next to his and not stopping until I felt where I was stretched wide around his pumping shaft.

Then I reached down even farther, feeling how much of him was still left.

Jesus .

“ Fuck ,” he muttered under his breath.

“You should see this. See how pretty you look stretched so fucking tight around me. See how much of me you’re taking.”

Now that he’d put the picture in my mind, I wanted it too.

Was suddenly desperate to put an image to this overwhelming feeling of fullness that hadn’t abated since the first inch he’d slipped inside.

Bracing myself on my elbows, I glanced down between us, whimpering at the sight of him as he pulled his hips back before pushing forward in a slow, deep thrust.

He hummed low in his throat as he split his gaze between my eyes and where he disappeared inside me.

He looked wrecked. Like a man on the brink of annihilation.

A man standing on the edge of a cliff, just a breeze away from falling into oblivion.

But he was holding back, his restraint clear in every coiled inch of his massive body.

And that just wouldn’t do.

I’d come apart under his mouth and his fingers and his cock.

It was time I made him come apart too.