Page 26 of Havoc

“Nope. You got that wrong, hot stuff. I’m just the perfect amount of what you need tonight.”

“Alright, if my cock is what you want, prove it by unzipping my pants and pulling the monster out.”

I went straight for his belt buckle, boldly and without shame. “Why do I feel like that was a high school dare?”

“Don’t know, sweetness. But you need to release the kraken, because if you don’t, he’s gonna bust outta there and have his sexy way with you. If that happens, I don’t know if I can even control him.”

“If I had known sex with you was this much fun, I’d have flirted with you a lot sooner.”

“Yeah, I’m a barrel of laughs in the sack.”

I unbuckled his belt as we both watched. Tossing the pieces aside, I went for his zipper. Granted, I was really caught up in the moment—but why shouldn’t I live in the moment? We were young and single. Why pass up a good opportunity to see if we’re compatible?

When I pulled his cock out, I realized he wasn’t joking about it being a monster. I just stared down at it, reasoning that my hands were small. Maybe that’s why it looked so big. But I quickly came to the conclusion that no, it’s not just my hands that are small by comparison. His cock really was big and thick, so thick my fingers barely touched when I tried to close my hand around the girth of him.

His hand came up to close around mine and he whispered, “You can do this, sweetness. I know you can take all of me if you really want to.”

Glancing up to catch his eyes, I nodded, letting out a deep breath. I’ve not had a lot of sexual partners in my lifetime and none that come close to Havoc’s size, but the cold hard truth is—I did want him. And if I’m being honest, I’d admit to being curious as well. I’ve never been one of those women who worried about size. It’s something I’d never given much thought to in the general scheme of things.

When he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, it pulled me out of my internal thoughts and back to the task at hand. “After this shock, I don’t think that I’m still wet enough to take you.”

He replied quickly, sure of himself. “You’re not. Trust me on that. Size comes with its own subset of problems, and that’s one I’m used to dealing with at least.” Without missing a beat, he told me, “I’m gonna need to put my tongue on that pretty clit of yours. I’ll make you come hard a time or two. Once you’re gushing, I’ll ease in there slowly. Minimal pain, maximum pleasure. That’s my goal. You’ll like it, I promise you that much.”

God, this guy was so handsome and confident. Good grief, he probably thought I was some kind of innocent who didn’t know how to have sex. I quickly got with the program. “I’m down for that. How do you want to do this?”

He quickly came up with a couple of options. “I can lay you back on the bench and go to town, or you stand up and put one leg up on the back of the bench.” Grinning, he said, “It all depends on how daring you are tonight.”

That sounded like a low-key challenge, so I snatched up all my courage and decided to meet it head-on. I slid out of his lap and stood on the bench beside him. Before I could say something weird that I might regret, both of his hands slid up my legs. He practically caressed the black leather knee boots Zoe gifted me with earlier tonight. The brothers sure loved leather. I had to give him that much.

Shock rippled through my body when one of his big hands slid up my skirt and literally ripped my panties off. He did that thing where he brought them to his nose and inhaled. I wanted to roll my eyes when he stuffed them into his pocket, but his other hand was already sliding between my legs. He quickly turned and positioned one knee on his shoulder and used both hands to spread me open.

Just when I started feeling exposed and thinking that maybe he was right about the first time being somewhere more comfortable, he kissed me. It felt respectful, tender, and—dare I say—loving.

Havoc wrapped one arm around me, burying his face between my legs. This man knew how to use his mouth on a woman. He licked and sucked on my clit until I was crazed with need. Then his fingers started gently probing inside my core. If his goal had been to make me wet, mission accomplished in record time. But he didn’t stop there. He found my g-spot and used his finger and tongue to give me the hardest orgasm of my entire life. Both of my knees gave out and Havoc guided me right into his lap, causing his cock to slide against my clit on the way down. I was so tender and overwhelmed with sensation that it caused me to orgasm again.

Jerking back up onto my knees, I looked up at the big sexy biker and asked, “Did you do that on purpose?”

His expression suddenly blanked out. “It depends. Did you like it or not?”

I slapped his chest, weirdly annoyed that he was still mostly dressed, with nothing but his enormous cock standing straight up, like a flagpole waving in the wind.

“I liked it,” I assured him.

Heat flickered in his eyes and suddenly he was moving me down again, right onto his waiting cock. I hooked my hand over his shoulders and took over. Sliding down his thick cock was a challenge. I had to take it slow, until I felt the burn and then ease up before bearing down again. Havoc’s hands moved over my body in a warm caress. His light touches calmed me down and enabled me to do the impossible. I don’t know how long it took me, but when he bottomed out inside me, I felt stuffed full of his cock, but also his caring. It was something about the look in his eyes, warm and awestruck.

At this point the wall between us had come crashing down. There was no fear, angst, or doubts standing between us in this moment. I understood that things with us were still very new and that meant this might be a one-off situation, rather than the amazing relationship I hoped it was. But that was a chance I was willing to take.

Sitting here, so full of him, had both of us feeling vulnerable.

He jerked his chin at me and asked, “You ready to do this thing?”

“Yes,” I told him, eager to feel the slide of our bodies and the pleasure I hoped I could find with him.

He looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered to him.

“Are you sure?” he asked one more time, as if he couldn’t trust that I was really going to go all the way with him.

I nodded, breathless and sure of what I wanted. “I’m completely sure that I want to have sex with you.” There I said it out loud. That should be enough for him to have peace of mind that I really want this.

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