Page 73 of The Love Losers

“You’re so gorgeous it hurts.”

I throw myself backward onto the bed, taking her with me. She squeals and plants her palms on my chest, my cock captured between us. Then she looks into my eyes and moves her hips, bringing down pressure that nearly makes my eyes roll back. I place one hand on her back and roll over so I’m poised over her.

“Do you have control issues in bed?” she asks, her eyes glimmering.

“Maybe.”

She lifts her hands over her head, pressing her wrists together, and smiles at me. “Good, I want you to take control sometimes. I like the thought of you talking to me in that boardroom voice.”

Pulling in a deep, shaky breath, I say, “You need to tell me if it’s painful.”

She grins up at me. “You’re worried your big dick is going to hurt me?”

She’s teasing, but the truth is, I’m afraid of anything hurting her. Especially me.

“It won’t hurt,” I say, to myself as much as her, and wrap a hand around her wrists. “I won’t let it.”

My dick aches brutally. Part of me wants to draw this out, to touch every delicious inch of her with my fingers and my mouth before I take her, but she’s made it damn clear she doesn’t want to wait, and I don’t either. So I position myself, Rosie’s hipsrising slightly to meet me, and ease in slightly, ignoring the urge to drive into her hard and fast and make her mine.

Her hips lift as she tries to take in more of me, and I give it to her. “You want all of it, Rosie?”

“God, yes,” she says, “but slowly.”

I ease the rest of the way into paradise, and she wraps her legs around my waist, bringing me even deeper. “You feel so good, Anthony,” she says into my ear. “Your big dick fills me up so perfectly.”

“You’re going to kill me,” I inform her, but at least it’ll be a good death.

Because there’s nothing that feels as good as being inside of this woman, having her body wrapped around me. Groaning, I pull out and then thrust back in, and the way her hips rise for me fills me with an impossible need—as if we could go on fucking like this all day, all month, all year, and it wouldn’t be enough. As if my body needs her as much as the rest of me is starting to.

We’ve known each other for such a short time. A raindrop in a lake, but she already means so much to me. It scares me to think what she might yet become.

“Do you like holding me down and fucking me, Anthony?” she asks, her voice breathy but teasing.

“Yes,” I say, stroking in again as I hold her wrists with one of my hands, watching the way her breasts move as we come together. So impossibly beautiful. My mouth lowers to one of them, kissing, sucking. She bucks against me, and the knowledge that I’m pleasing her fires me up as much as the sensation.

“Harder, Anthony. Harder.”

I feel wild, out of control. I release her hands, because I need both of mine. I bury one of them in her hair, kissing her while I move inside of her, and the other I shove under her ass, bringing her toward me with each thrust, because I need her closer.

She makes a sound into my mouth, and I already feel her starting to squeeze me, my dick on the verge of bursting because it’s never been this good, and then she wraps her arms around my back. I know she’s felt it, because the sound she makes this time is one of surprise, not lust.

She pulls back from my kiss and makes me stop moving. I’m inside her, still hard as hell, because it would be impossible to be anythingbuthard with her naked and wrapped around me, but my orgasm has edged off.

“Anthony, what is this?” she asks, her eyes on me as she lightly moves her fingers over the raised ridge.

“It’s okay.” I kiss her neck, her cheek, avoiding her eyes. “It’s from a very old injury. You’re not going to hurt me if you touch it.”

I start moving again, slowly. She peers up at me, her eyes holding mine, and kisses me as her hands slowly trace the raised lines on my back. It’s the most powerful moment in my life, and I try to draw it out, moving slowly and enjoying each sigh and movement from her, the way her mouth keeps seeking mine out, her tongue. Her taste. The curves of her body. I want everything. I want to soak her in so that I have her in the dark times of my life, when everything seems covered in ash.

Then she nudges me to shift our position, and I roll over, bringing her with me.

“It’s my turn to take control,” she says, giving me a wicked smile.

She reaches for my hands and pins them over my head with one of hers. I could move them, of course, but why would I want to? She’s moving over me, taking me at her rhythm, her free hand moving across my chest, my cheek, my face as she rises and lowers onto my aching, needy cock. “Angel,” I say to her as she rocks on top of me.

“Devil,” she corrects, leaning down to kiss my neck, then lightly bite me, the sensation coursing through me.

“Mine,” I say, lifting a hand to her back and turning her again, stroking in hard, again and again.

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