Page 52 of Icing the Enemy

“Three years ago. You?”

Shock covers his shadowed face, and I think he’s going to pull away. Instead, he pushes up and uses his velvety head to circle my firecracker. Instantly, I breathe heavily. There’s something about a man who wants to take care of a woman. Who takes his time to make her feel good. I’ve only read about men like this since I have limited experience.

“It’s been close to a year for me. God, you’re so soft and sexy. I like watching my dick slide through your wet, glistening folds.”

I smack his butt. “That’s enough foreplay. I need you.”

“You need me, huh? Tough as nails, Oakley James, needs me.”

“Shearer, Oakley Shearer.”

A slow spreading smile lights up his face. “Tough as nails, Oakley Shearer needs me. That’s the biggest turn-on because you know, I always help people in need and please them.”

“Please me then.”

On one hand, he guides himself into me, then returns to hovering over me. His hair falls forwards, and I run one hand through it so I can see his gorgeous eyes and the feeling they hold when he settles all of the way in. It takes a few minutes; he seems to be larger than he was in my mouth. I squirm and dig the pads of my fingers into his back.

“So tight.”

“Is that bad?” I ask, looking up at him.

“No, baby, it’s good. Perfect.” He rocks side to side, stretching me farther until he can move. “If I do anything you don’t like, tell me.”

Nodding, I lift my head to kiss his neck. He relaxes and sways his hips to a slow beat, then sucks the sensitive skin under my ear and my collarbone. This feels like more than sex. It feels like he needs me too.

Using his power and physique, he plunges deep into my core as he hooks one arm under my knee, and I scream.

“Am I hurting you?”

I bite my bottom lip with tears into my eyes, and I answer in a barely audible voice, “Yes.”

He sits back on his heels and pulls out, looking down, then at me. “Oakley, are you a virgin?”

“No.”

“Is it possible you started your cycle?”

“No, it was last week.”

“I think it’s hurting because no one has penetrated you all of the way.”

I push off the floor and see the blood covering his erection and gasp. “God, I’m so embarrassed.”

The wheels in his head are turning, probably wondering if I’m a virgin. “I’ve only had sex once when I was eighteen and obviously, he had a tiny dick.” My fingers trace his lips. “Unlike you. When you’re inside me, it hurts so good. Don’t let this ruin our wedding night.”

“Do you want me to grab a condom?”

“Not unless you want one. It’s your call.”

He uses his body to force me back down and puts my legs over his shoulders while he stays on his knees. Teasing me with his erection, he finally pushes in and thrusts. “Your body is even more stunning when it reacts to me. Your muscles squeeze me until the exact moment they need to let go. Heavenly.”

He takes his time making me feel the veins in his erection until I’m drenched, then he pounds into me at a relentless pace, producing pain and pleasure at the same time. I love the feeling of his pelvic bone when he slaps against me. But it’s not until he coaxes my bundle of nerves with his thumb that I climax.

“Ahh, you like me rubbing your clit.”

I shake my head, relishing every moment Corbin gives me. He holds up one of my legs, kissing the back of my knee, and I’ve never felt so cherished. The three-pronged approach: kissing my sensitive skin, rubbing my clit, and masterfully stroking me, sending my back flying off the floor, arching and aching as my release ignites from the inside out.

Slowing down, Corbin says, “Ride it out, my little thief.”

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