Page 32 of Tempt Me

He picked me up and cradled his hands around my butt cheeks. “Use the chair for support.”

I dug my toes into the leather cushion.

“You ready for this?” His dark eyes penetrated my lust-filled haze.

“Yes.”

He held me with one hand, and with the other, he reached between my legs and nudged the head of his cock to my throbbing opening. We stayed there, poised, ready for action, and as I studied his dark eyes, I wondered what he was thinking. Was he hesitating or drawing out the excruciating expectancy?

My answer came when the head of his cock pushed upward, spreading me apart as he lowered my hips onto him, filling me completely.

I hung suspended from him, and with his hands clutched to my hips, I used my leverage on the chair for support. He raised my hips up, and I pushed with my legs and soon understood what to do. Rather than him thrusting in and out, in this position, I needed to glide up and down. I was in charge. . . exactly how I liked it.

I moved up and down, slow at first, finding a rhythm, but it wasn’t long before my pace increased.

Tightening my grip on his neck, I bounced up and down while he barely moved. He was trapped at my orgasmic mercy. I took the rapid-fire bouncing action to the limit. This position was new to me, but why the fuck hadn’t I discovered it before?

As our eyes locked, my mouth fell open with uncontrollable gasps. He gritted his teeth, drawing out the tendons in his neck like high-tensile wires. His rock-hard cock pounded my pussy, driving right up inside me.

“Arch your back,” he demanded.

I nodded, ready to do whatever he said. I readjusted my grip behind his neck and thrust my breasts forward. I thought this would only increase the sensation for him, but I was so wrong. This slight adjustment had his cock nudging something deep inside me that may never have been touched before. It was pleasure and pain. Exquisite. Mind-blowing. Out of this fucking world.

I closed my eyes and bounced up and down until my heart was set to explode.

Somehow, Corben released one of his hands from my butt and attacked my clit with his thumb.

His cock remained upright as I pummeled him. He thumbed my clit. I bounced up and down. Faster. Harder. Deep, deep, deeper still.

I was in sensation heaven.

My orgasm burst through me, every muscle in my body vibrating as I screamed out the release. A guttural growl erupted from Corben. He clutched my hips, digging his fingers into my flesh, and bounced me up and down in time to his final thrusts.

I opened my eyes to watch the glorious spectacle.

His teeth were clenched; steely muscle lined his jaw. His biceps glistened with sweat, bulged with each thrust. His eyes flitted beneath his closed eyelids, occasionally showing a flash of white.

After several deep, slow thrusts, his grip on my hips released, and he opened his eyes.

I licked my lips and swallowed. “Wow.” I nodded.

He nodded back.

Man of many words.

He stepped forward, plonked my butt on the kitchen counter, and slid out of me. His withdrawal was like my insides had been removed.

Without a word, Corben strode toward the bathroom, and I hopped down from the counter. My wobbly legs could barely hold me up, and I clutched the back of the dining chair as I gathered my dress from the floor. One glance at my panties was enough to know they were ruined. At the rate I was going, I’d have none left soon.

Mental note to self. . . go shopping for underwear.

Without any underwear to worry about, I was redressed and had my shoes on quite quickly. I was contemplating making a silent getaway when Corben emerged from the bathroom with a towel slung low on his narrow hips. There was no doubt his glory in the Mr. Universe competition was justified. The man was a muscle warrior.

“You’re over your ten-minute time frame.”

Oh shit.I’d forgotten about that. “Yes. Yes, I am. Must go.” I made for the door.

“What’s your name?”

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