Chapter Twenty-One
O h my G od, oh my God.
His scent everywhere, his muscles bulging and flexing, he drove his hips into me, and he thrust and thrust and thrust. My pussy pulsed and constricted around him and his gorgeous, mesmerizing eyes held me captive in his dominating gaze.
Exertion covered his body and he thrust one more time as all of his muscles bunched. A roar, feral and possessive ripped from his chest and his hot release pumped in to my core.
He came inside me.
No man had ever come inside me.
My head in the seat of the chair, my ass high on the back, he held my ankles, pushing my calves against my thighs. Pinned, practically upside down and worked over by his size and strength and stamina, I didn’t think I could take anymore. But the second his hot seed filled me, my pussy came alive again.
Sounds of pleasure I’d never heard come out of my mouth, not even when I was acting, ricocheted through my head and tumbled from my lips. I didn’t know what this man had done to me. All I knew? I was writhing under him, wanting more.
So much more.
The sound of my desire and his release, wet and slick inside me, filled the room as he continued to slowly thrust after he came. With each long push into my body, his hard length hit the very limit of my ability to take him. And each one of those thrusts was a shock to my body that was equal parts pleasure and pain. I’d never felt anything so exquisite.
But then he thrust deep and stilled.
His eyes on me, his chest heaving, his nostrils flaring with each inhale, he pulsed deep inside me.
“Oh my—”
His thumb hit my clit and my words died on my lips.
But then he made a perfectly controlled circle.
“No,” I cried out. “I can’t, I can’t….” I couldn’t come again. I would fall apart, and nothing would ever hold me together again. This wasn’t sex. This was mind-altering fucking, and it only had one outcome. Addiction.
Seated deep inside me, the corner of his mouth twitched. “Yes, you will.” He ground his hips once.
I went off.
My pussy exploded into a thousand points of red-hot nerve endings that shot through my core and crawled up my spine. I jerked once, twice, then I shook. Everything shook. Like I was in shock, my legs trembled, my pussy quivered, my teeth started to chatter and my whole body shuddered.
But then it didn’t stop.
“Falcon,” I cried, suddenly scared. “Wh-wh-what’s happening?”
Enormous hands slipped under my back, and I was vertical in an instant.
But the shaking didn’t subside. His huge cock still inside me, I grasped at his neck as I tried to lift my legs around his waist, but I couldn’t. Shaking worse, they fell to his side as he strode toward the huge bed.
One arm around my back, the other under me, his voice hit my ear. “Deep breath.”
I couldn’t inhale. Everything shaking like I was going into shock, I tried to respond but my teeth were now chattering in waves. “I-I….” A tear escaped. “ H-h-help me . ”
A huge hand grasped my face, and green-brown eyes locked on to me. “I’m gonna pull out. When I tell you, take a breath.”
I tried to nod.
“Now,” he ordered. “Inhale.”
Swift and sure, he laid me on my back on the bed and started to pull out.
Except his hard length didn’t slide easily out my body. Hovering over me, he pulled back, but it was as if he was too big to come out, or my core was trying to keep him in, and suddenly it hurt, really hurt.
“Ow, ow, ow.” I grasped at his bulging biceps. “Stop!”
His eyebrows drew sharply together, and he barked out an order. “Take a breath, right now .”
Flinching at his tone, scared of his expression, not understanding what was happening, shaking violently, I started to cry in earnest. “Please,” I begged. “ Stop .”
His lips crashed over mine, and for one shocked moment, my world stood still.
Then his tongue sank deep and he was kissing me.
Violently, dominantly, expertly, he stroked through my mouth like he was crazed with lust. Forgetting to breathe, forgetting I was shaking, forgetting I was scared, my arms tightened around his neck and my head swam.
Then I felt it.
His hard length slid easily out of my body.
Wetness surged, and his release rushed out of me.
I gasped at the shocking emptiness, and his body came down over mine. As if he knew what I needed, as if he knew I suddenly felt cold and empty, his arm under my back cradled my head and he lifted me into his chest. Using his heavy, muscular thighs and one arm, he crawled us up the mattress. My head landed on soft pillows, and he settled between my legs. His body weight came down on me just enough so that I felt protected and safe, but not crushed, and he never broke the kiss .
Except he wasn’t kissing me now like he did a moment ago.
His tongue still dominating, he was still controlling, but his strokes turned to a coaxing dance, and before I knew it, I was kissing him back.
And he was letting me.
His rough fingers sank into my hair, and he cupped my cheek as his hard length lay against my stomach. “Shh,” he soothed, his voice too deep to whisper. “You’re okay.” His thumb swiped across my cheek. “No more crying.”
His touch, his words, they were so achingly gentle, I dissolved into tears.
Twisting in his arms, my hands flew to my face. “I’m sorry,” I sobbed. “I don’t know why I’m crying.” I knew. Deep down, I knew. But I couldn’t admit it, not even to myself.
Without a word, he turned me all the way in his arms and brought my back to his chest. One arm slid under my head, the other circled my waist, and he pulled me close. Then he just let me cry. No words, no judgment, he simply held me until all the tears came out.
The embarrassment, the fear, it left with the tears, and in its place a deep longing settled into my heart. I wanted this man. I wanted everything about him to belong to every part of me. I wanted to tell him where I’d really come from. I wanted to feel his arms around me every night. I wanted to have him inside me, giving me everything he had to give. I wanted him to know me, and I wanted to know him.
But I doubted anyone actually knew Falcon “Tank” Gunther.
And God, I wanted to know him.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered in the quiet but comfortable space around us. “I don’t know what happened.”
He shifted. His hard length slid from the small of my back to between my thighs, and he settled his erection in the remnants of his release. Then he reached down and cupped me, gentle and possessive.
“Don’t apologize.” His masculine breath drifted over my cheek, my neck. “You weren’t used to coming like that.” He inhaled. “Next time will be better.”
Better? Hope surged and joy spread through my heart, but just as quick, reality set in. If it was any better, my heart would stop. “I don’t think I can handle you doing it any better.”
His quiet chuckle filled the darkened bedroom and sank into my heart.