With his nostrils still flared, he rolled the finger between my breasts, the cords in his neck more pronounced than before. When he brushed it around my nipple, I found myself holding my breath. He was enjoying himself, taking his time when I was about ready to jump his bones.

The mischievous smile I’d seen before returned when he lifted his gaze. Just before he pinched my nipple.

When had a painful moment been so delicious? But it was, so much so I leaned my head against the wall briefly.

But I had no intention of allowing him to have all the fun. Using the flat of my hand, I rolled it down his chest, daring to tickle him before crawling my fingers toward his cock.

Just being able to wrap my hand around the base was amazing, but when my fingers barely touched and I had very long fingers, I swooned all over. Another wave of even more intense lust hit me hard.

How in God’s name would he fit?

Obviously, he’d read my mind, allowing me only enough time to roll his thick, swollen testicles between my fingers, squeezing for a few seconds before he pulled my hand free.

As he swept me into his arms, he didn’t bother wasting time going anywhere else. We were both far too hungry.

There was also no other foreplay than what we’d had. When he pressed the tip against my pussy lips, I sucked in my breath.

His grin remained, his scent even more intoxicating.

He forced one of my legs around his hips then the other. As he rolled his hands up both my sides, the tingling effect was even more pronounced. I interlocked my feet together and the second he drove the entire length of his cock inside, I threw my head back and screamed.

Holy shit.

I was shocked at how my muscles responded, clenching and releasing. Stretching me more than I’d ever been stretched before.

“Oh, my God.” I half laughed, barely able to focus. He allowed me a few seconds to get used to his size, but I could tell the man held no patience in his huge body.

He dropped his head into my neck, his breathing as labored as mine. As he shifted his hips back and forth, I was thrown by just how insanely good it felt having him buried deep inside.

When he pulled out until just the tip remained, I whimpered, and almost begged. Why was it that every time he laughed, I was pulled into a crazy moment of being lost in a fever? That’s exactly what we were sharing, an explosive fever that couldn’t be denied.

The moment he plunged his cock deep inside, I threw one arm over my head, gripping his shoulder with the other. Not to be outdone, he pulled his head back, brushing his lips across mine then planting his hands on either side of me.

Rolling onto the balls of his feet, he rocked against me. Somehow, the friction and the angle were keeping me aloft. And still, it felt as if I was floating, every action uncontrollable.

He had no intention of stopping, slamming into me in a perfect, wild rhythm that took my breath away. The sound of our brutal round of passion could likely be heard a block away, but I didn’t care. For a woman who was usually as quiet as a church mouse, I was glad to feel a little wild, a little crazy.

And I didn’t even need to be intoxicated. Unless you counted being drunk on sex.

I cinched my eyes shut as he fucked me, taking every brutal thrust by purposely clenching my pussy muscles. When had I ever been this hot or this hungry? I couldn’t even remember. Not that it mattered. All that did was how he was driving me to the point of sheer ecstasy.

Which he did within a few minutes.

We were both panting, sweating like the savages we’d become. I clawed his shoulder with one hand, bucking hard against him.

And there it was, that beautiful moment that never happened. The very second when rapture tore through me with a tidal wave effect. I’d never been so lightheaded or experienced such sheer pleasure in my life.

There was no sound emitted, no scream possible.

There was just the air that was driven from my lungs and sweet bliss.