Page 6 of Kept By the Loan Shark

His mouth teased across mine as I slid my hand up and down his shaft. I nipped at his bottom lip as I stroked him the way he liked best. His hands moved over my body, spreading suds and the wicked heat of anticipation.

“I have got to get a bench in here,” he groaned. “This height difference is killing us.”

“Sorry,” I murmured against his jaw. “I should have eaten more vegetables as a kid.”

He laughed and kissed me again before maneuvering me under the nearest shower head. When we were rinsed, he shut off the water and stepped out to grab a towel for me. Desperate to continue what we had started, I hurriedly toweled off and all but skipped into the bedroom. I climbed onto the bed, still warm from the shower, and waited for him.

He stalked toward me, and I rose up on my knees, reaching out for him. When I finally had my hands on his incredible body, I knew exactly what I wanted. Clutching his hips, I leaned forward and grazed my lips along the length of his cock. Looking up at him, I held his gaze as I moved my open mouth over the tip and sucked.

“Cassie,” he whispered. Shuddering, he groaned and thrust carefully. Like the rest of him, his cock was huge, and I still hadn’t mastered the ability to take all of him like this. He swore he didn’t care, but I couldn’t shake the worry that I wasn’t skilled enough.

His hands moved toward my hair, gently untangling the hair tie and combing his fingers through my slightly damp hair. He gathered my hair in his fist at the base of my head and tilted my head back just slightly. His nostrils flared as he pushed a little deeper. I held his dark gaze as he worked his cock in and out of my willing mouth.

Hands on his thighs, I balanced myself and let him take control. He wouldn’t hurt me. He wouldn’t take advantage of my trust or try to force me to give him more. It was hard to explain, but the knowledge that I was safe in his hands, even in a situation like this, made me crave him even more.

“That’s enough,” he growled, dragging his cock free. His thumb wiped my lips before pushing between them. I sucked on it, drawing a deep groan from him. Bending down, he captured my mouth in a punishing kiss and grasped the backs of my thighs. In a smooth move, he lifted me off the bed and guided my legs around his waist. He was ruthless with his kisses, and I clung to him, arms around his shoulders as he left me breathless.

Without warning, he turned and dropped back onto the bed. I gasped at the sudden fall and then giggled against his neck. Draped on top of him, I straddled his hips and enjoyed being eye to eye with him for once. His gruff, rumbling laughter faded away as I dotted soft kisses along his jaw. The stubble on his skin was sure to leave me red but I didn’t care.

“I missed you so much,” I murmured against his jaw. Emboldened by the heat reflected in his eyes, I admitted,” You’re not the only one who had to take matters into their own hands.”

Hagen’s hands tightened on my waist. “Poor baby,” he said, his hand sliding down to cup my bottom. “Left alone and neglected.” His other hand moved to the back of my upper thigh. “Get up here and let me apologize.”

“Hagen!” I cried out in shock as he hauled me up his body. He didn’t stop until my knees were on either side of his head. Scandalized by the idea of sitting on his face, I tried to wiggle away. “I can’t.”

“Stop.” He nipped my inner thigh. “Relax.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” I grumbled, embarrassed and unable to meet his gaze.

“Of course it is,” he replied before nibbling on my other thigh. “I’m about to put my tongue in my favorite place.”

Knowing he wouldn’t be swayed and desperately wanting to feel his mouth on me, I closed my eyes and slid down onto him. He groaned happily and held tight to my thighs, pulling me forward and right onto his mouth. At the first touch of his tongue, all of my insecurities and inhibitions fled.

I dropped forward, palms against the mattress, and widened my thighs, tucking my calves under his shoulders to anchor myself. His enthusiastic licking did crazy things to me. My toes curled and I clawed at the bed as his tongue swirled and flicked, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

When one and then two of his thick fingers slipped into my slick heat, I gasped. I sat up straighter, every muscle taut as his mouth and hand did wicked things to me. Unable to help myself, I swiveled my hips against him, drawing out the pressure and pleasure. Staring down at him, seeing his face between thighs, sent me careening off the ledge.

“Hagen!” Coming so hard I saw stars, I surrendered to the wild feelings his mouth evoked. He gripped my thighs so tightly, holding me in place while his tongue lashed me, that I knew I would have fingertip bruises in the morning. The very thought of being marked by him only made me moan louder.

When it was over, I slumped forward, panting and shuddering as he licked and suckled me through the aftershocks of pleasure. He kissed my thighs and rubbed my lower back, easing me down in that loving way of his. Limp from my orgasm, I fell onto my side, reaching for him and silently begging him to fuck me.

Hagen followed my wordless plea, pushing up onto his knees and grabbing me by the waist. He hauled me in front of him, canting my hips up and pushing my thighs apart so he could slot himself into me. My forehead dropped down to the bed, and I pushed back toward him, wanting him inside me. “Please.”

“You want my cock?” He teased me with it, dragging it down the wetness and rubbing the head of it against my extremely sensitive clit. “Take it,” he ordered. “Take my dick and show me where you want it.”

Breathing hard, I reached back between my legs and grasped the hard length of him. I could feel the heated pulse as I guided him into me, pushing back against his huge cock until it was inside me. “Here. I want you here.”

He groaned and gripped my waist, taking control. He was agonizingly gentle. His thrusts were slow and shallow. He eased his way deeper into me, his shaft gliding in my wetness until he was buried as far as he could go. There was a moment of delicious discomfort, the heady mix of pleasure heightened by that hint of pain. When he retreated, the slide of his cock made me shiver, and I clutched at the duvet, fisting it tightly as he started to move.

His rhythm increased, and I rocked on my knees, taking all he had to give. Hagen kept one hand on my waist and the other grabbed a handful of my hair, drawing my chin up and my back straight. The angle of his thrusting felt incredible, and the endless moans escaping my throat told him exactly that. I wasn’t close to another orgasm, but it didn’t matter. I enjoyed making him feel good more than chasing another climax.

He shifted behind me and planted his foot next to my elbow. He let go of my hair and took hold of my shoulder. The force of his thrusts increased, and I reached out to grab his foot, desperate for something to hold onto as he fucked me like a wild man.

But his next stroke went too far. Too deep. Too hard. Too fast. I gasped, shocked at the bright surge of pain, and he instantly stopped. Carefully, he withdrew and turned me over, his huge hands cradling my hip and my upper back. He gazed down at me with such concern that it made my heart ache. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“You didn’t sound fine,” he insisted, his voice laced with worry. “I have to be more careful with you.”

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