Page 40 of Wicked Design
Her shorts trapped her ankles. She strained against the denim.
Van Gogh didn’t offer to help or remove them. He settled behind her, ran his crown over her damp folds, and entered her deeply. Plundering. Conquering.
She gripped the cushion.
He thrust repeatedly, no tenderness in his actions, only raw male lust, proving he couldn’t control himself around her. Too much desire and animal need crackled between them, along with a growing bond she couldn’t resist. Clover suspected he couldn’t, either.
She tightened her sheath.
He growled and pumped harder, primitive sounds pouring from him. Her pussy grew tighter, his cock thicker, making the friction between them nearly unbearable but more enticing for her with each brutal stroke.
She pushed into him, demanding he go deeper, get closer.
He rubbed her clit ceaselessly.
Clover wanted to shriek. She couldn’t surrender this soon. Wasn’t right. She squirmed, trying to get away from his touch. His size and strength precluded it. Trapped, she gritted her teeth, refusing to come.
He thumbed her nub.
“No, no, crap!” She hammered the cushion, rattling the cuffs, but couldn’t stop soaring and spinning. Her sheath pulsed around his cock, announcing her climax.
He pumped slower.
Blessed relaxation and heat flowed through her. She hauled in as much air as she could.
He stroked her anus.
She jerked.
After smearing lube on the tight ring, he worked the cool jelly into her passage, his touch gentle now, careful. With her fully prepared, he kissed her shoulder. “Have you ever done this?”
“Have you?”
“Only in my fantasies.”
They were both virgins at this. How amazing was that? “Same here.”
“Really? Why? Were you afraid to go this far?”
“No. I was waiting for you.”
He suckled her neck and embraced her like a committed lover, not a guy doing a drive-by.
“I’ll take it easy.” He brushed his lips over her cheek. “The second it hurts, holler. I’ll stop. We’ll never do it again.”
“What if I want to?”
“Then we will.”
She laced her fingers through his and squeezed.
He pulled out of her sheath and probed her anus, then worked his crown inside.
Her breath caught at the intense pressure, more than she’d ever experienced. His thickness stunned, but his patience comforted. Each time she breathed hard, he waited and let her rest. He stroked her back, caressed her nipples, and captured another piece of her heart.
At last he slid fully inside and they touched.
He panted. “You okay?”
“Filled.”
He choked out a laugh. “Be honest. You want to keep going?”
“All night.”
“Hang on then.” He took her passionately and tenderly, seeing to her needs as well as his.
They came together on explosive howls.
