“Do it,” she said, moaning as he continued to rub circles on her clit. “I’m dying right now. Dying to have you inside me.” Her chest heaved and her fingers trembled as she rolled the condom down his cock. “Fuck me, Will. Fuck me like you mean it,” she said, paraphrasing his words from their first time together.
Her words rolled through him like a tsunami, destroying everything in its path, leaving nothing. Devastating, life-changing.
His mouth trapped hers, biting, gnawing until she opened to him. He plunged his tongue inside her mouth at the same time as he plunged his cock deep inside her pussy. She gasped and sucked his tongue hard, squeezing it as she squeezed his cock. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. It was all he could do to hold them both up while he thrust into her. Releasing her mouth, he slid his lips over her jaw, to her ear. He licked the rim and gently bit down on the lobe, loving it when she moaned and arched her back like a sinuous cat. When he swirled his tongue in her ear, she writhed on his cock, grinding into him as he continued his sweet torture.
“So good,” he whispered.
“Harder, faster,” she begged. Rotating her hips in a sexy circle, she cried out and her eyes rolled back in her head when she reached a certain angle.
“Liked that, did you.” He grinned and took over the movement with his own hips. God, he felt so raunchy taking her like this, pounding into her against the door. It was raw and animalistic and so goddamn dirty.
Apparently, Danielle wasn’t having any issues with the way he was treating her. He almost laughed when she balled her hands into fists and banged them against the door, her screams echoing throughout the condo. “More. Give me more, Will!”
Wrapping his hands around her thighs for leverage, he opened her wide and hammered into her as requested. He ground his pelvic bone against her clitoris with each stroke. Her fingers tunneled into his hair and she dragged his face to hers. “I love”—she swallowed—“this.” As her body began to spasm, he kissed her deeply, breathing in her moans.
The contractions milked his cock, squeezing it impossibly tight. His balls ached, the pressure so intense all he could see now was her gorgeous face, smiling at him. The look in her eyes, the heat, the glimpse of heaven, overwhelmed him. He’d missed her so goddamn much. Electricity shot from his sac up his spine and out his cock. Her nails dug into his skin, adding to the pleasure. Finally, he shuddered for the last time and sank into her, sated and satisfied.
“Welcome home,” he said, and couldn’t hold back the grin splitting his face. He was so fucking happy to have her here in his arms, in his home. Where she belonged.
Her fingers idly traced the contours of his back, the cut muscles, the straight spine. Will was hands down the most attractive man she’d ever known. That he was incredibly smart as well made him the full complete package.
His long fingers plucked up a cracker piled high with some expensive stinky cheese and brought it to her lips. “Open,” he said, his tone demanding her instant obedience. Smiling, she parted her lips and took a bite. The cheese tasted so much better than it smelled. Next, he brought a glass of chilled white wine to her mouth. When it touched her lips, she drank deeply, enjoying the intimacy, the feeling of being cared for.
Without saying a word, she selected a cracker from the tray, one topped with salmon spread, and carefully fed it to Will. When a crumb caught in the corner of his lips, she leaned in and licked it. His eyes widened and a low sexy sound rumbled in his chest.
Before she could move, he had her on her back and hovered over her, his blue eyes hot with desire. “Are you a witch?” he asked, the low, dark sound of his voice sending shivers down her spine.
Fighting back a grin, she pushed her hips up, grinding against his. “Why do you ask?”
“Because clearly you’ve hexed me. No matter how often I have you, I still want more.”
The laughter she’d been holding in escaped from her throat. Clasping her hands at his nape, she lifted herself up and kissed him tenderly, showing him everything she felt, everything she couldn’t—wouldn’t—tell him. Not yet. Maybe never.
When she let go of his neck and dropped back onto the bed, he peered down at her, confusion clouding his eyes. “What was that for?”
“I never expected you to be like this.” Her hands smoothed over the light coating of soft hair on his chest.
“What? Hairy?”
“No, silly. I meant funny and open-minded.”
“Ah. You expected me to be a tight ass.”
She chuckled and scraped her fingernails on his stubble. “You can be intense and serious as a five-alarm fire, but you’re also kind and considerate and thoughtful. I’m really enjoying our time together.”
Inch by inch, he lowered himself until he covered her completely with his body. Her skin sizzled everywhere they touched. Parting her legs, she tilted her hips. She wanted to feel his fire inside too. They both gasped when his cock head slid through her wet pussy lips.
Blindly, she pawed at the nightstand and grabbed a condom from the pile Will had dumped there earlier. Without preamble, she ripped open the foil and quickly rolled the condom onto his waiting cock. When her hand touched him, he made a soft sound and buried his face in the crook of her neck, nibbling and biting the fragile skin.
Overwhelmed with want, she squirmed under him until finally the condom was in place. She twisted her hips, flipping Will onto his back, and pinned his arms above his head. “Going to tie me up again?” he asked.
“Nope. But you are going to pretend to be a horse.”
He barked out a laugh. “What?”
“Seriously. This is going to be fun.”
The laughter died down, but his eyes still twinkled. “How am I supposed to fuck you if you’re going to be sitting on my back?”
A shudder torpedoed through her body, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Her pussy clenched and flooded with heat. Christ. She’d never get used to the way her body reacted when he talked dirty. She swallowed, then had to clear her throat before she could talk. “I’m going to ride you”—she rocked her hips against his cock—“like this.”
“And me?”
“You’re going to buck like a bronco and neigh like a stallion.”
He cocked a brow. “Are you going to whip me?”
She chuckled. “Now there’s an idea. Unfortunately, I left my riding crop at home.” His face stilled and a thousand thoughts seemed to be battling for supremacy in his mind. “I’m kidding,” she said, leaning down to kiss him.
When he finally spoke, his voice was gruff, laced with something dark and erotic. “There’s a riding crop on the shelf in my closet.”
Did he mean it? Oh God! Everything inside her liquefied under the intensity of his blue gaze holding hers, daring her to go get it. Did she want to do this? Hell yeah. She was game if he was. But first, she had to be sure.
“You’re serious?”
“Dead.”
“Why?”
“You make me want to try new things. I want to help you live out every fantasy you’ve ever had.”
Will was definitely in the too-good-to-be-true category. She couldn’t let him do this for her. “If being hit isn’t your fantasy, you won’t like it.”
“Who says it isn’t?”
“Is it?”
“Get the crop and find out.”
She hesitated, unsure if this was the direction she wanted to go in. Will was unbound. If he decided to grab the crop and use it on her, there wouldn’t be much she could do other than try to fight him. Despite her superior skills, with his extra height and weight, Will would win. Could she trust him not to ruin this? Yes.
“Okay.” She sprang up and quickly found the crop where he’d said it would be. Seeing the bridle, she paused, considered, then rejected the idea. Maybe some other time. If there was another time…
Returning to the bed, she straddled him and laid the crop next to her foot. “Ready?”
He whinnied.
Snorting, she gripp
ed his cock and gave it several strong strokes before inching forward and positioning it between her folds. With each thrust of her hips, his cock rubbed her from clit to ass. Her juices flowed, slicking all over him. He held out an arm and as soon as she locked onto it, his body began undulating in imitation of a gallop. She could almost hear the thundering of hooves on hard-packed dirt. Ta-dum, ta-dum, ta-dum.
She raised her other arm in the air, letting it swing back and forth with each movement. “Yee haw!” God, this was so much fun. When her horse’s stamina began to flag, she angled her hips forward, letting him push his cock into her. They both moaned as it dragged along her inner walls. Her body shuddered when he found that special spot. His eyes dilated and his nostrils flared, much like a stallion scenting a mare.
He arched his back and neighed. The sound, raw and primal, sent a rush of arousal through her veins. Her face was on fire, flushed and hot. His hips started moving again, the gait slow and steady. Too slow. Too steady.
“Faster,” she ordered.
No change.
She tugged on his arm and squeezed her thighs on his hips. “Faster!”
Still slow and steady.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the crop. She scooped it up, brandishing it in the air. When she swung it quickly, it made a swishing sound. “Faster,” she ground out, the threat clearly implied.
His eyes flashed, but still his movements remained the same. God. He wanted her to use the crop. Was practically begging for it. Topping from the bottom seemed to be something at which they both excelled. Reaching out with the tip of the crop, she set it in the hollow of his throat, bouncing it lightly so he could feel the leather against his skin. “Is this what you want?”
He threw his head back and whinnied.
In a zigzag pattern, she trailed the crop down his chest, then lower, to where their bodies were joined. A tremor wracked him when the leather kissed the base of his cock. He sucked in a breath and nickered through clenched teeth, the sound raw and choked.
Was he frightened? Her heart stuttered at the expression of lust on his flushed and straining face. Deep down, she was somewhat shocked by what was happening. Sure she’d seen pony play at clubs before, although what she’d seen had never included sex. But this, with Will, wow. This went beyond even her craziest, kinkiest dreams.
He was so strong and muscular. And all that power was trapped between her thighs and under her ass. At her mercy.
Her gaze holding his, she flicked the tip of the crop over one nipple, then the other. His breath hitched and his hips bucked. Buried in her pussy, his cock lengthened and widened. Jesus. Trailing the crop down his side, she slid it along his legs. She passed it over the arch of his foot, then up the underside of his leg. When she reached his inner thigh, his body stilled and he seemed to be holding his breath. Up on her knees, she used the crop to stroke the thin skin of his sac. This was a man’s most sensitive and fragile part, and Will had offered it to her on a platter. His legs quivered and his grip on her arm tightened. For a moment, the responsibility of all that trust almost crushed her. He wanted this. She wanted this. And she would give it to him.
She flicked the crop, hitting his balls gently. He groaned, a sound torn from deep inside his chest. Her belly contracted and warmth filled her pussy. She squeezed her inner muscles around his cock. His chest was pumping, his face dark and his eyes blazing. She could see the effort of his restraint in the muscles standing out on his arms, in his jaw clenched so hard she feared for his teeth.
He threw his head back, grunting and whinnying, a move meant to challenge. His orgasm was close, hell so was hers, but without some increased friction, neither of them would come. Again, the power exchange. She was the one with the crop, but he was the one in control.
Could she really do it? Could she actually hit him with the crop? She’d never wielded one before, but she’d had one used on her. It hadn’t been too bad, in fact, it had been pretty pleasurable until the idiot baby Dom had pulled out a single-tailed whip he didn’t know how to use properly. He’d have completely shredded her back, leaving her with lifelong scars, were it not for the quick intervention of the Dungeon Master. And that was something she absolutely didn’t want for Will, the man who had given her nothing but pleasure.
Breathing deeply, she straightened her shoulders. She’d give him what he wanted, but only as far as they were both comfortable. And only in areas that were safe for impact play.
Without giving away her next move, she lifted her hand and thwacked him on the thigh. The thick quad muscle could easily absorb the impact. Like a wave, his body pushed her up from the bed, then dropped her back down. His cock shoved even deeper inside her. She screamed at the pleasure and pain sensations ripping through her. Wanting more, she swung the crop again, hitting his other thigh.
He neighed, his back arching, his body bucking. So beautiful, so passionate. Unable to resist, she leaned forward, her tongue licking a path from his pecs to his neck. He tasted of man, sweat, and salt, the heady combination making her dizzy. As she sucked on the soft flesh of his throat, he raised his head and clamped his teeth over the tendon on the side of her neck.
Oh. My. God.
Like a mating stallion, he held her in place with his powerful jaws. This had to be the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced. Who’d have thought the mild-mannered CFO of Caldwell Fine Furnishings would be such a sexy beast?
His hips pumped into her, the pace wild and frenetic. When he released her, she threw herself back into the ride. With each thrust, his cock drove deeper inside her, with each crash to the mattress, her orgasm built. Whenever she sensed his energy waning, she brought the crop down on his thighs, his heels, or his abs. Soon his whinnies turned to hoarse groans and he shook with shudder after shudder. The full length of his body was as tight as a climbing rope and coated in sweat, making him even more beautiful to watch. His eyes bore into hers, pleading. Oh God. Was he waiting for her to tell him to come, like she’d done with him? She could see it now, the effort to hold back his orgasm. The effort pleased her.
Once again, she dragged the tip of the crop up the inside of his leg, pressing hard enough for him to feel it without it tickling. As she approached his inner thigh, his hips lifted off the mattress. His heels dug in and his knees widened, opening him up. His butt cheeks were clenched tight enough to crack walnuts, but she had full access to his balls. The twin weights were drawn high against his body.
Anticipation had him shaking. His back was arched high off the bed so only his feet and head made contact with the mattress. From her position, impaled on his cock, her thighs spread over his hips, her feet dangling, toes barely touching the bed, she felt consumed by him, by his energy, by his passion. He reached far inside her, touching deeper than any man ever had. Touching her heart.
A surge of emotions rolled through her, and she had to clamp her lips to keep from revealing the truth. Exposing her true feelings would ruin everything. And now more than ever, she wanted the next couple of weeks to be the best of their lives.
Slowly, she ran the crop over his inner thigh and under his balls, digging deep. His hips gave a little buck, but he maintained his position. With a twist of her wrist, she let the crop smack against his balls in a sharp but light snap. “Come!” she ordered him.
His ass dipped down to the mattress, then he screamed and his back bowed in a perfect arch, plunging him so deep inside her, he hit her cervix.
Her screams joined his as her body convulsed around his cock. When he finally dropped back down to the mattress, the impact had her careening right into a second orgasm. His arms came around her back, pressing her to his chest. Her body felt possessed, electrified, by Will buried inside her pussy, surrounding her. Laying siege to her heart. She was his captive, and he didn’t even know it.
It took several long minutes before their pulses slowed enough for them to catch their breaths. Will snuggled against her and blew air in her hair. “Neigh.”
“Idiot.
” She laughed and kissed him.
He stroked her back, her arms, her ass. Although she felt guilty because it was her job to take care of him after this scene, her eyes drooped as she rested her head on his shoulder. This was nice. Better than nice. Never in her life had she felt so wanted. So safe.
She jerked her head up and stared into his eyes. “I trust you.” She couldn’t admit her love, but she could admit this much.
The smile that spread across his face illuminated her heart. “I trust you too,” he whispered.
She curled up against his shoulder and wished she could stop time, stay like this with him forever. His hand moved over her back, gently scratching. She moaned and moved against him like a contented feline.
“So,” he said, breaking the comfortable silence. “Any more fantasies I can help you live out?”
“Hmm…” Fantasies? She had hundreds of them, all starring one Will Caldwell. Years of watching him from afar had given her plenty of time to think… and dream. “Well, there is this one involving a dark movie theater.” Not daring to move, she held her breath, waiting for his reaction.
“Movie theater, huh?” He grabbed the laptop off the nightstand and set it down on the bed beside them. “I guess we’d better see what’s playing.”
They hadn’t made it to the movies that night. They hadn’t even made it out of bed, except for the two minutes it had taken William to scour the kitchen for more food. Years of training had given Danielle incredible strength and stamina, and he needed extra fuel to keep pace with his sexy firefighter.
Leaning back in his chair at CFF, William crossed his feet on top of his desk and replayed the fun they’d had that morning.
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