Page 106 of The Candlemaker

I slid my gaze down his torso to where his sweats were massively tented around his arousal, and a fresh wash of want floodedthrough me.

Should I? Should we? Was it too fast when I said I wanted slow?—

“I don’t just want to fuck your tongue.”

Instantly, the ease of his expression was gone, replaced by raw hunger. “Frankie…”

I reached for the stiff ridge, and his deep groan was melodic as I palmed his arousal.

I lowered his sweats just enough to free his cock, trailing my finger along the thick vein that stretched up his massive length. I shuddered as a wave of need went through me.Damn, this pregnancy made me horny.

“Frankie,” he groaned.

“And what about this?” I asked huskily, rising back up on my unsteady knees and straddling him. “Can I fuck this any time I need?”

“God yes,” he swore on an exhale as I dragged the head of his cock along my slick seam.

I felt like a goddess as I tipped my head back and let myself sink down his length. Inch after inch. I went slow, letting my tight muscles adjust to him.

“I forgot how big you are,” I murmured, and then let out a small sigh when he was fully seated.

Chandler was quiet for a second, his jaw ticking, before he muttered, “Don’t worry, I won’t let you forget again.”

I bit into my lip, but my moan escaped anyway as I began to ride him. Like this, the tip of his cock bumped against my womb every time I bounced. It hurt and felt so good at the same time.Just like the wax.

Before long, the grip of pleasure had me in a chokehold again. I lifted and rocked my hips, the friction heightening on my clit as he somehow sank deeper.

“That’s it, baby. Take all of me,” he growled, his hands tightening on my legs, or maybe he was helping them because Ididn’t feel steady enough to know how I kept moving. “I’m yours, Frankie. Yours.”

At that, I gasped and faltered.

Without warning, he flipped us over, his hand tangling in my hair as he found my gaze. “I’m not going anywhere, Frankie,” he swore with such bone-deep sincerity it made my breath catch.

And then he started to move. Long, punishing thrusts all the way to the center of me.

I was so stretched, so full, but I whimpered unintelligibly for more. And Chandler understood. He thrust deep and hard, hitting some buried pleasure point that either only he could reach or that only existed for him. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t move.

“That’s it, baby. Come again for me.”

I couldn’t do anything until he begged, and then my body orgasmed again, so hard this time I saw stars.

His ragged curse followed me over the edge as he drove himself through my release once—twice—and then came, his cock jerking roughly inside me, filling me with his cum.

“You okay?” he rumbled, placing soft kisses along my neck to my ear.

“Oh my god,” was all I could say. “That was…”

“Incredible?” he suggested.

I moaned. “Dangerous.”

He chuckled and pressed his lips to mine. I whispered, “I don’t…I can’t move.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

He would. I knew he would.He always did.Not because he had the money to or because I needed him to, but because I wanted him to. Because I trusted him. Because I…no, Frankie.

Too fast.

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