by Erika Wilde
“Fuck my dick harder,” he ordered, nipping at the curve of her neck, his breathing hot and damp on her skin. “I want you so fucking wet I get lost deep inside of your pussy.”
Inarticulate sounds rose up from her throat. His dirty words pushed her to the verge of detonating, and she instinctively rocked against the rigid column of his shaft, mindlessly thrusting and gyrating her hips, her entire being expanding with white-hot passion. The need for release made her delirious, overwhelming her with a sizzling rush of pleasure so intense she could only gasp and claw at his shoulders while her body pulsed, shuddered, and she finally collapsed against his chest.
He gently stroked a hand up and down her back as she recovered, his mouth near her ear. “When I stand up, put your arms around my neck and wrap your legs around my waist.”
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, forcing herself to lift her head and look into his eyes, even though she felt so lethargic after that gargantuan orgasm. “We’re not finished, are we?”
He must have heard the touch of panic in her voice, the fear that he was going to leave her unfulfilled once again, and shook his head. “No, sweet girl, we’re not finished,” he murmured huskily. “That was just the first phase of corrupting you.”
She secured her arms around his neck as he’d instructed, her fingers absently threading through his long, unruly hair. Though his own body was still tense from his lack of release, his earlier edgy disposition was gone, leaving behind a man who clearly was no longer struggling between resisting her and wanting her. Nor was he going to deny them what they both desired.
She raised a curious brow. “What is the second phase?”
His eyes darkened, and a sinfully seductive smile curved his lips. “Phase two is tying you to my bed and licking and eating and sucking your clit until you scream my name as you come again, and then driving my cock as deep as I can inside your pussy so I can feel you come all over my dick.”
She bit her bottom lip, completely on board with that plan. “Then what are you waiting for? I would like the complete corruption package, please.”
Her teasing comment drew a warm chuckle from him that she loved hearing. “Duly noted, Bella,” he said, standing up, holding her effortlessly in his arms as he started toward his bedroom and a night of delightful impropriety and decadent pleasures.
Chapter 17
Maddux carried Arabella through his penthouse, her arms anchored around his neck, her soft, slender legs clinging to his waist, and his big hands cupping her small, firm ass to hold her up. With their faces in such close proximity and her eyes soft with desire for him, she settled her seductive mouth against his, kissing him more slowly and sweetly than he’d ever been kissed before.
She was a lightweight and there wasn’t much furniture in his penthouse to dodge, so making his way to the other side of the apartment, even with her distracting him, wasn’t difficult. With her hands tugging at his hair, she slid her tongue teasingly along his lower lip, playfully tugged on that bit of flesh with her teeth, and he opened up to her exploration, letting her enjoy her brief upper hand, because once they were in his bedroom, he was going to be one hundred percent in charge.
Once they arrived, he let her slide down his hard, excruciatingly aroused body until her feet touched the floor. “Get up on the bed,” he ordered.
She climbed up onto the mattress while he disappeared into his closet, where he stripped off the rest of his clothes except for his boxer briefs. Then he withdrew a silk tie from one of his drawers and walked back into the bedroom, pleased to see her reclining on the comforter.
“Put your hands above your head and grip the slats in the headboard,” he said, coming closer.
She blinked at him, looking surprised by the request, and he smirked as he ran the strip of silk through his hands. “Did you think I was kidding when I said I was going to tie you to my bed?”
When he was standing by the side of the mattress, her gaze traveled down his bare chest, then lower, to the thick erection that would soon know what it was like to be cushioned in the snug warmth of her body.
She licked her lips and raised her eyes back to his. “I . . . umm . . . guess I wasn’t sure.”
“Be very sure, Bella, because I don’t say things for the shock value of it. You will be bound to my bed, and I am going to devour all that sweetness between your pretty thighs until you come on my tongue and I’m satisfied you’re lubricated enough to take all of me.”
Her skin flushed at his explicit words, her nipples tightening into ripe berries crowning her pert breasts, but she didn’t hesitate to raise her arms above her head and curl her fingers around the sturdy wooden bars. Her acquiescence drove his lust for her ten times higher.
“Good girl,” he murmured, leaning over to secure her wrists and make sure the rest of the material held her arms in place. Then he opened the nightstand and retrieved a condom.
“Maddux . . .” Her voice was as vulnerable as her gaze as she captured his attention. “What if I don’t want anything between us?”
He shook his head, even as his dick twitched at the thought of being inside her completely bare. “I’m not going to risk you getting pregnant.” He’d come to terms with being the man to take her virginity, because it’s what she wanted, but protecting her, in every way, was his first priority.
“I’m on the pill . . . to regulate my periods . . . have been for years.” She shifted nervously on the bed, clearly not used to having these kinds of conversations. “So, if you’re good, this is what I want for my first time. Just you. All of you. Please.”
Jesus, this woman shredded him, and something near the vicinity of his heart loosened with a softer, deeply affectionate emotion. “I’m clean,” he assured her. As a part of his personal life insurance, he underwent regular testing, and he hadn’t been with a woman since his last all clear report.
While she watched, he slid his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pushed it down and off. She’d seen him naked before in the bathroom, but her gaze ate him up, and her chest rose and fell with deeper breaths . . . and they hadn’t even started yet.
He rounded to the foot of the bed, moved on top of the mattress, then quickly and easily removed her panties. He tossed them onto the floor, then looked up at her, amused at the prim way she pressed her thighs together. As much as he intended to strip away any inhibition she might have left in her tonight, her suddenly modest demeanor fed into his more dominant side that wanted to conquer and command and get off on watching her submit to his directions.
“Spread your legs, Bella,” he said, his voice direct. “Nice and wide so I can fit my shoulders in between.”
Her knees parted, but only slight enough to give him a tiny peek of the shadowed treasure in between. For her disobedience, he slid his hand up her leg and pinched the tender flesh of her inner thigh. Her hands reflexively jerked on the bonds around her wrists as a startled, pained squeak erupted from her mouth. Her eyes were as round as saucers, but she didn’t look upset or afraid. No, the excitement that flickered in her eyes assured him she was just fine.
“That was to get your attention. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to obey the first time I ask,” he said, even as he feathered his thumb across the skin he’d tweaked, soothing away any lingering sting.
“This is what you asked for,” he reminded her, pinning her with a severe look. “This is what you begged me for. Now look at the width of my shoulders and give me the room I need to make myself comfortable when I’m lying between your thighs.”
She exhaled on a ragged breath that made her stomach quiver and separated her feet far apart this time, giving him a hot, direct view of her pretty pink pussy, full lips, plump clit, and all that sweet cream waiting for him to lap up. He didn’t waste any time settling right there at the gates of heaven. Ignoring the way his heavy, pulsing cock dug into the mattress, he arranged each of her legs over his shoulders and opened his mouth over her sex.
She immediate
ly moaned, and her thighs trembled as he gave her a slow, thorough lick that ended with the tip of his tongue flicking against her clit. Her hips bucked, and he pushed one long finger into her tight sheath, then two. She sucked in a startled breath, her body tensing at the invasion and clamping down on those two digits, making his head spin at the thought of how fucking incredible she was going to feel surrounding his sizable dick.
He groaned and instinctively ground his erection into the mattress, trying to stave off the need to rut and focusing everything on Arabella’s pleasure. She was so slick and warm, and he stretched her, readying her body to take the full length of him while devouring her pussy with his mouth and the slip-slide of his tongue until he eventually felt her inner muscles start to give way to the fingers thrusting as deep as they could go.
Her soft, keening cry reached his ears, and her hips started moving of their own accord, trying to chase the orgasm he was slowly, gradually building with the glide of his thumb over her clit and every pass of his tongue. He wanted it to be fucking huge. As her arousal grew, as she gave herself over to his sensual torment, more of her juices slicked his fingers, which was exactly what he needed to ease the way for his cock when the time came . . . which was going to be soon.
“Maddux,” she whimpered desperately, her arms pulling at the tie securing her hands to the headboard while her lower body writhed against his mouth and the slow, deep pump of his fingers stroking in and out of her.
“Please, please, please,” she begged deliriously.
He gave her body what it was so greedy for. Her breathing shallowed as he swirled and sucked the swollen nub of her clitoris. When he deliberately rubbed the pad of his fingers against that soft, sensitive patch of skin inside her vaginal walls, her entire body stiffened as her orgasm crashed through her, and she screamed until her voice was hoarse and she finally sank back down to the mattress in a boneless heap.
Maddux sat up between her spread thighs, the ache in his cock and balls beyond anything he could ever remember experiencing. All he knew was that he needed to be inside of Arabella, and it had nothing to do with taking her virginity, but fusing his body intimately to hers so that he could make her his.
He glanced up at her face, her expression replete and her blue eyes dark and soft and sultry, matching the sensual smile on her lips.
“I’m ready, Maddux,” she whispered oh so sweetly, her gorgeous body his for the pilfering.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice a rasp of sound, but he had to know she hadn’t changed her mind. That she still wanted this. Wanted him.
She gave him a mock frown, that playfulness he loved about her etching her features. “Don’t make me ask twice.”
He laughed . . . fucking laughed during sex, with Arabella still tied up and his cock dripping with pre-come. He wanted the pleasure she was about to give him. He wanted the orgasm and release. But as he settled his body over the top of hers and braced his forearms at the sides of her head, then met her open, unguarded gaze that let him glimpse a part of her huge heart and gentle soul, he realized he wanted this woman most of all. Not the sex. Not her virginity. Not as a conquest or an act of revenge. He just wanted her. In his life. Every single fucking day.
The realization hit him like a sucker punch. It was an impossible wish, he knew, because she wasn’t his to keep and there was too much pain and past destruction due to her father’s actions for them to have any kind of future together. The thought gutted him, and he pushed it aside, focusing instead on the woman in his arms right now.
The sensitive head of his cock was already fitted against the slick opening of her body, and he flexed his hips, slowly working his way inside her, feeling her channel stretch to accommodate his width. Just a few inches in, and her eyes flared wide with shock at the intense pressure of him filling her. She sucked in a quick breath, tensing beneath him, which caused her inner muscles to constrict around his shaft like a little vise of pleasure.
He groaned raggedly, and even though she was incredibly wet and his dick was already coated with her slick moisture, he had to resist the urge to thrust hard and fast and deep and bury himself to the hilt in all that tight heat. Instead, with a tenderness he wasn’t even aware he possessed when it came to sex with a woman, he brushed strands of hair away from her flushed face and held her gaze, despite the fact that his blood was on fucking fire.
“Are you okay?” he asked, skimming his thumb along her soft, warm cheek. “If it’s too much and you need me to stop—”
“Don’t stop,” she panted, even though her eyes were glazed over with discomfort. “It burns, but I want more. I want all of you.”
Jesus Christ. Her words made him crazy with desire and lust. Need flared through him, hot and unrelenting, and with gritted teeth, he continued to ease his hips forward in slow increments, sinking deeper as Arabella whimpered and writhed beneath him. He came up against a tighter barrier, and she must have realized exactly where he was and what was about to happen, because she wrapped her legs against the backs of his thighs and did her best to keep him from withdrawing even the slightest bit.
She looked up at him with soft, trusting eyes, even though she was tied down and he held all the control. “I don’t want you to be gentle or careful, Maddux,” she rasped. “Just do it.”
He exhaled a harsh breath and pushed his fingers through her hair on either side of her head, holding her immobile. “It’s going to hurt, and I’m so fucking sorry.”
Knowing there was no easy way to get around the inevitable, he shoved his hips forward in one hard, fast thrust, driving his way past the restricting flesh until every inch of his cock impaled her. She screamed and arched beneath him, and as much as he knew he ought to give her time to adjust to being filled so full, once he was thoroughly encased in all that silken heat, there was no holding back his need to completely claim Arabella and make her his.
It was that primitive thought that urged him to move in and out of her in long, slow, deep strokes that had her body liquifying around his cock and the initial look of pain on her face shifting to something more blissful as her body gradually softened, relaxed, and accepted all of him without any resistance. He maintained a steady rhythm that was more about creating as much pleasure as he could for her given the situation, rather than causing any more pain or discomfort, and in a few minutes’ time, she bit her lower lip and started to moan softly, sensually. Her lashes fluttered closed, and her head tipped back as her hips began moving in a natural counterpoint to his lengthening, grinding thrusts.
It was unrealistic to expect her to orgasm the first time he fucked her when she was most likely sore and sensitive, and he figured they had the rest of the night for him to make up for his lack of finesse when his own release was barreling through him at warp speed and he wasn’t going to last much longer.
He buried his face against the side of her neck, the rhythm of his pumping hips becoming faster and more erratic. “You feel so fucking good,” he groaned into her ear, knowing that things were about to get wilder and rougher than he’d intended with her. “I’m going to come so fucking hard and deep inside you.”
“Do it,” she urged him huskily, rubbing her cheek against his, her legs wrapping higher and tighter around his waist to lock him close. “I want to feel it. All of it.”
Jesus fuck. How was it that Arabella was the one bound to his bed, yet she’d somehow managed to steal the control from him with those words and that request that went straight to his cock and hurtled him right over the edge of sanity and straight into a pleasure so electric and intense it overwhelmed his senses?
His shout of satisfaction roared in his ears as his orgasm jolted through him like lightning, triggering jet after jet of semen pulsing along the length of his shaft. Spots danced in front of his eyes, and Maddux’s entire body stiffened and jerked uncontrollably as Arabella’s tight body milked every last bit of come from his dick.
With a low, guttural groan, Maddux wondered how, after spending all of his a
dult life without experiencing the taste of heaven on earth Arabella had just given him, he was going to give up this woman when the time came to let her go.
He didn’t have a choice, he reminded himself. Despite their agreement, despite taking her virginity, she wasn’t his to keep and never would be.
Chapter 18
Arabella struggled at work the following day. She struggled not to yawn at inopportune times because she’d gotten only a fraction of her normal sleep since she’d been otherwise distracted. She struggled to keep her mind on the archiving tasks at hand when her thoughts kept drifting to her erotic night with Maddux and all the places she was now tender as a result of finally relinquishing her V-card to a very well-endowed man. She found herself daydreaming about dawn, when she’d awakened to her new lover spooning her from behind, his hard pillar of flesh prodding her ass as he kissed and nuzzled her neck and fondled her breasts.
She bit her bottom lip to hold in a groan as those hot, arousing memories filled her head and intruded on her concentration. Considering how sore she’d been after her first time with Maddux, there had been no way she could have accommodated his morning wood. But when she’d asked him to show her how to pleasure him with her mouth, he’d been more than willing to teach her what he liked best, and she’d been an enthusiastic student. Between his dirty, filthy words as he’d coached her to suck him off and the way his hand fisted in her hair as he’d guided the rhythm and depth of her mouth along the length of his shaft, her own body had throbbed with renewed desire.
It was all the things she’d imagined oral sex with him to be like, which she’d fantasized about since the morning he’d told her to get on her knees in the kitchen . . . right before they’d been interrupted.
