He lowered his head even as he parted her with his fingers. Warm air blew over her sensitive flesh as his breath huffed out just before his tongue touched her opening.
She strained upward only to be issued a sharp reprimand to be still. She panted, her chest heaving as she fought for control. It had simply been too long. She couldn’t possibly restrain herself. She couldn’t do his bidding when her body screamed for him.
“Please,” she begged. “I need you.”
He glanced up at her, his green eyes smoldering so hot she shivered. “Do you want it rough? Do you want me to take you now before you’re ready?”
“I’m ready,” she gasped out. “Please, Max.”
His hands curled around her knees, and he yanked her down until her ass rode the edge of the mattress. He spread her, positioned his cock and thrust forward.
His entry was a shock. No matter that she thought she was ready, he was big and swollen and it had been a long time for her. Her body hugged him so tight she wondered if it was even possible for him to go deeper.
He withdrew and then hammered forward, opening her ruthlessly with the force of his thrust. All the while his gaze was fastened on her. His eyes glittered. Wild. So unlike his usual controlled, cool stare.
His face was drawn with harsh lines. His lips were thin and flat, and his nostrils flared even as he powered into her again. Her body shuddered. She felt small and helpless, prisoner to the pleasure he took from her body.
She closed her eyes in bliss as her pussy rippled around his cock. She arched her body, stretching, welcoming him back.
“Open your eyes, Callie. Look at me. Only at me.”
Her eyelids fluttered and she did as he directed.
His lips twisted savagely as he grasped her hips, opened her wider and forced himself deeper. He thrust so hard against her that her body shook. Her breasts jiggled with each movement, and the sharp slap of his groin against her ass sent a jolt of pleasure, razor sharp, through her belly.
He leaned over her, pinning her body to the mattress as his body powered over hers. In and out. Rougher, harder until she bit her bottom lip from the exquisite, overwhelming sensations bombarding her at every turn.
She wouldn’t last. Couldn’t. Not against his onslaught. Not after so long.
Pressure built, coiled in her belly and tightened every one of her muscles until she was weak from the strain. Her nipples beaded and puckered, and a thousand tiny chill bumps raced over her skin as the flames of her orgasm fanned higher and higher.
He was so big and she was so tight. She felt him in every part of her body, sliding like velvet through her most delicate tissues.
Not once did he pause. He pushed. Harder and harder. Relentless. His jaw bulged and he stared down at her, his gaze flashing over her face.
“Come.”
The quiet order was like a short fuse. It whipped over her body and unlocked something deep within her soul. Her release flashed like lightning. She let out a sharp cry and she came apart, piece by jagged piece.
Her vision dimmed. He and the room blurred but through it all she stayed locked on him. He’d demand no less. He was her anchor. Her shelter. Her strength. Her very soul.
He fell on her, gathering her into his arms as his hips rocked spasmodically against her. She felt the quick wetness between her legs, and the ease with which he slid into her body now.
For a long moment he lay over her body, blanketing her protectively, his chest pushing into hers as he sought to catch his breath.
Their legs were tangled, and he rubbed one hair-roughened limb up and down her thigh before he finally rolled to his side, taking her with him.
He pulled out of her in a warm rush of semen and then he pressed his lips to her forehead.
She stiffened and he went still. Her pulse bounded even as his hand came up to rub up and down her arm.
“Callie?” he asked in a low voice. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
She rolled to her back and stared up at the ceiling as realization crashed through the euphoric haze surrounding them. He let her go, surprising her, even though he rose up on one elbow to look at her through narrowed eyes.
“You didn’t use a condom.”
She rolled away from him and curled her legs to her belly, wishing desperately she had covers to pull over her.
He touched her arm but she didn’t acknowledge the touch even though she knew it was a command for her to look at him.
“We didn’t use condoms before. I saw no use for them now.”
“That was before.”
“Before what, Callie?”
She exhaled long and slow. “That was months ago. You weren’t with anyone else. I don’t know who you’ve been with since. It’s not fair to me. Nor is it safe. You should have used one.”
This time he didn’t ask. He simply rolled her over until she was forced to meet his angry gaze. “You think I was with other women after I left you?”
She lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “I don’t know. That’s the point. You should have used protection until we could talk about it.”
He swore under his breath. “There’s been no one else. Not since you.”
She stared for a long time, judging the veracity of his words. She hated that there was doubt. Before she would have embraced his words. She hadn’t believed him capable of lying to her. He wasn’t a man who lied. But in a way he had. He’d told her he wanted to be with her. And he’d left her.
He spread her legs, and to her shock she felt him prodding at her with his cock, hard and erect again. He slid deep, his semen making his entry easy this time. He was deep and hard inside her, and he stared down at her, his face stormy as he pushed into her again.
“Just you, Callie. You haunted my nights. My days. I never stopped thinking about you. How could I possibly go to bed with another woman who wasn’t you?”
Her mouth rounded in shock as he thrust deep and hard through her swollen tissues.
She was so hypersensitive after her orgasm, his entry was nearly painful, but there was a raw, edgy bite to it that stirred her response and had her arching into him, wanting, needing more.
“And you, Callie? Has there been anyone else? Tell me, do I need to worry about protecting myself?”
Her eyes widened in shock and then she frowned but remained silent.
His nostrils flared, and he planted his palms on either side of her head and rocked his hips against her.
“Answer me. Has there been anyone else?”