Then her scent wafted up to him and brain function shut down. He had to have her flavor on his tongue now or he’d go in-fucking-sane.
Pinning her wrists beside her, he bent and raked his tongue through her slit, through her swollen folds, all the way from the soft, juicy opening he couldn’t wait to sink his cock into, up to the candy clit so sweetly hard for him, it jolted another spark of need through his system.
Under him, she twisted. He repeated the motion, this time more slowly, lingering on the needy bud of her nerves and toying with it, using the tip of his tongue, the edge of his teeth, the suction of his mouth. She cried out, thrashing, but he kept her immobile under his bigger body, holding her still for his pleasure.
“Axel . . .”
Something about the way she said his name in that pleading, high-pitched keen had his blood boiling. It wasn’t about power or a need to control. With most any woman, he could hold a part of himself away and almost clinically determine a tactical plan to dismantle her defenses and take her body apart before systematically implementing his strategy and enjoying the victory of conquering her with orgasms. This woman dragged him into a need that sucked him under like quicksand. The more he fought for control, the less he had. Yes, he wanted her pleasure. Hell, he wanted her screaming as she dug her nails in his back and shattered for him. But planning a sensual conquering was the farthest thing from his mind. Right now, he couldn’t manage much more than lapping at her pussy like a starving man at an ambrosia buffet.
The soft, sweet perfection of her filled his mouth. Everything about her—every texture, flavor, sensation—addicted him. He’d been interested in the bar, intrigued as they made their way to his house and kissed in the kitchen, but now he’d fucking die if he didn’t have her frantic and clawing and taking every inch of him.
Under his hungry mouth, her flesh swelled even more. She tensed. Her fists flailed, grabbed at the sheets. A series of gasps, each higher-pitched than the last, juiced his need and melted his resolve.
He shoved a finger inside her, groaning as her tight flesh parted for his invasion like slick silk, then sucked at him in a silent plea. Jesus, she was going to dismantle him with this pussy, and he couldn’t wait.
“You’re close,” he managed to growl out.
“Yes. Oh . . .” She writhed, then opened her eyes to spear him with a needy, almost panicked look. When he curled his finger against the one spot designed to send her soaring, she cried out and thrashed again. “So close. It’s right there. Please.”
Axel wanted to be inside her when he gave her this first orgasm. And he damn well knew it wouldn’t be the last.
With one last lave of her twitching clit, he climbed up her body, anchoring his hips between her thighs. Elbows on either side of her head, he took her mouth and probed her pussy with his searching cock. She spread even wider for him, lifted up, helpful and welcoming, silently begging. Dizziness swarmed his head. Jesus, she was headier than the best buzz.
His heart pounded, his blood surged as Axel pushed at her opening, insistently trying to bury himself in the juicy heat. But her cunt felt tighter than a vise. He’d barely managed to wedge more than the head inside her when the grip of her flesh impeded him from submerging deeper.
“Open up to me. I’ll make you feel so good once you let me.”
“I know.” She pushed up at him, and he sank in another inch.
It wasn’t enough. In that moment, he wondered if he’d ever get enough of her.
The thought had barely finished blindsiding him before she exhaled and forced her body to relax. He sank in a bit more, then retracted, coating his stiff length with more of her delicious essence before he pushed in again—and again.
Slowly, her body yielded to him. Her thoughts and her desire had given way to him long ago. Now he merely fought the head-spinning clutch of her cunt grabbing at his stiff length. She made him work for every inch she ceded. She milked his flesh, squirming all over his cock, before her body seized up again. The incredible struggle only dragged him closer to the edge of his own pleasure, and he could see the giant chasm of ecstasy right before him.
Damn it, he had to fuck her first. Good and hard, in some way leaving his mark on her so she could never forget that he’d been here and taken her thoroughly. He liked the hell out of that idea.
As Axel surged forward again, determined to plant every aching inch of his cock inside her, she surrendered a bit more. Everything about her made him need to conquer her, to say he’d filled, claimed, taken. Made her give him absolutely every bit of herself to him.
She arched, keened again. She’d be a screamer, he’d bet, and he couldn’t wait to hear her cries in his ear as she burst into ecstasy around his cock.
“Just a little more. Almost there . . . Breathe with me.” He dragged a lungful of air, then released it audibly, gratified when she joined him. “Spread just a little wider and—” He couldn’t swallow back his groan when she finally opened enough to take the last inch of his erection deep in her hungry cunt. “Oh, fuck yeah.”
She panted and opened her eyes, staring up at him with a wonder that damn near stopped his heart. She wasn’t a virgin. Despite her tightness, he could attest to that fact. But her expression told him that, in some way, she was experiencing pleasure for the very first time.
That yanked him off the chain so fucking fast, Axel didn’t even have time to tell himself to slow down before he grabbed her nape, holding her gaze captive, and began pounding into her relentlessly.
She lit him up like a live wire, as if, through her, he’d begun superconducting enough electricity to light up the Dallas skyline. Energy sizzled over his skin and shuddered down his spine before settling into every stiff inch he’d buried inside her. And with each thrust, her eyes widened, finally taking on a stunned, dazed quality. But she never looked away from him.
Damn it, he’d love to see her without the wig, the contacts, the makeup. Axel had a feeling he was fucking the most beautiful woman of his life, and he really had no idea what she truly looked like.
Before round two—which they’d definitely get to—he’d whittle away all the artificial crap and see the real her.
For now, he settled into the most heavenly pussy in his memory, feeling the gentle bounce of her breasts as he drilled her without pause. He’d ask her if it was too much, too hard, too fast, but given her unbridled response, everything he did with her felt more than all right. Under him, she rocked with every stroke. A rosy flush stole up her cheeks. Gasps and groans sounded from those sweet lips, slowly turning more guttural. And she gripped his cock like she wouldn’t last more than a few moments without falling into orgasm.
Axel couldn’t stop himself from seizing her mouth and devouring her. Fuck, he was inside of her in every way, and somehow it still wasn’t enough. He had to hear her, see her, feel her climax for him.
“You’re going to come.” He didn’t bother asking because he knew. Primal pleasure filled him at the thought that he could drive this beauty to that pleasure so quickly and completely.
“Yes!” She struggled against his hold on her wrists. “Let me touch you.”
Normally, he’d prefer to stay in control. He dictated when and where he allowed a partner to put a hand on him at all. This one? He wanted everything she would give him—desire, affection, screaming orgasm.
Axel released her wrists. His beauty flung her arms around him and gripped his hips with her legs, clasping him close—not like a woman merely chasing ecstasy. No, she drank in the experience and clutched him, almost as if he was the experience. He’d often been valued for his control, his Domination, even his prowess. He wasn’t sure he’d actually had a lover who wanted more than what he could do for her when she fell under his command and into his bed. Something about the way she welcomed him into her body said she also wanted the man under the Dom.