Page 39 of From the Embers

“Harder.”

He does as I ask, pumping up into me as we find a rhythm. The man with the magic dick has me coming in record time. I tip my head back and scream. I don’t know if it’s his girth, his technique, or the position—probably all three—but I am lost in a sea of pleasure.

He pulls me up so I’m straddling him, my chest in his face as I ride him and he shifts his mouth to my tits. I hold them there so he can play with them, another thing that gets me on fire real quick, and he moves between the two as I give it to him right back.

“So hot,” he mutters against my flesh. “You’re so smoking hot. Come, baby, come so I can flip you over.”

I tilt my head back at his words and I’m gone again. How many is that now? Oh, who fucking cares. All of a sudden, he’s turning me over so I’m laying down. He stands at the short end of the chair and pulls me by the ankles, my legs pressed against his full body as my ass meets his hips. He finds my entrance again and shoves his way back in. Oh, he can be brutal, but I’m here for all of it.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he tells me. “You hear that? This isn’t a one-time thing.”

My eyes widen. While they are words I wanted to hear, I’m surprised by his declaration. Maybe he’s in the heat of the moment and not thinking straight?

Our eyes are locked as he pounds into me, unrelenting. This man is a freaking stallion, and he’s hitting me so deep.

I can’t even comprehend his words while he’s in full stealth mode, so I just stare back at him like a deer caught in headlights.

I love hearing he will never get enough of me. I wanted him to say this wouldn’t be a once off, but I don’t know where that leaves us exactly.

From this position, he’s touching places I didn’t even know existed. I can’t hold on. He’s playing my body like his own personal fiddle and I’m helpless to his movements.

I’ve lost count how many orgasms he’s given me. I always thought I was a one and done, or two at best, but I’ve had at least half a dozen, and they keep getting stronger.

“Your body,” he tells me. “It’s perfect. You are perfect.”

Oh, I’m far from it, but this man also does wonders for my ego.

I tilt my head back and he rides out another, not even letting up as I clutch onto his forearms and cuss like a sailor.

Abruptly, he pulls out, reaches down and pulls me into his arms. We kiss again and then I’m landing on the soft, comfy mattress. I scramble back as he swirls his finger and says, “Turn around, ass facing me.”

Oh, boy, he’s not done with my body yet.

I brace my hands on the headboard and then he’s there, right behind me, his front pressed into my back. He positions himself again, but this time he doesn’t slam in and the tempo changes. He does, however, curl his hand around the back of my neck as he groans. Hearing him lose control is a new turn-on for me. I love that I do this to him. Then he twists my hair around his hand, pulling on it as I tip my head back. Oh, this man.

I thought I enjoyed sex before, but now I realize compared to Denver, it was sub-par. Everything I’ve ever known was pathetic really—not even a one out of ten—then there’s this man smashing elevens like he’s hitting homeruns night after night.

“Yours,” I whisper. “I’m yours, D.”

I feel his mouth on my shoulder. “That took you long enough.”

“I-I love how you make me feel,” I say honestly. “Like I’m the sexiest woman in the room.”

“Not just the room,” he mutters against my skin. “The world. Adi, I don’t deserve this. I wanna make it good for you⁠—”

“You are,” I pant. “Oh, you are. I’m gonna be feeling you for a week.”

He grins against my shoulder, biting down on it as I groan. I stick my ass out, wanting more and he gives it to me. When he cups my tits from behind, I feel like I could rule the world.

Having his hands on me, his praise, his mouth, everything, it’s more than I could have ever hoped for.

“If I can help it, you’ll only ever want it to be me. No man is gonna make you feel like I can, Adi.”

His words send a shiver right through me. I want to believe it so bad, and I do, but then there’s complications that cloud my vision. Don’t think about that right now.

One hand moves down to my hips and he grips me hard. “Come.” He nips my ear. “I’m so fucking close, baby girl.”

I seem to flourish under his praise, my body responding to him like I’m not the one in control anymore. “D,” I start, but I never get his name out. Instead, I’m seeing stars as my orgasm rolls on and on while he grinds his hips against my ass, then stills, grunting out my name in a violent shout.