Page 35 of Seductress

He didn’t make me wait. He filled me to the brim, stretching me wide, with one punishing thrust.

“Quiet,” he gritted out harshly when a loud, wanton moan spilled past my lips. “Someone could hear. You wouldn’t want that, now would you?”

The thought of someone standing outside the door, hearing the noises Ford wrenched from my chest as he fucked me, sent a gush of arousal to my core, and I knew he felt it when his fingers at my hips clenched so tight I knew they’d leave marks, and his cock twitched inside of me. “Jesus, you get off on the idea of that, don’t you?”

Instead of answering out loud, I bit down on my bottom lip and smiled into the mirror so he could see.

His palm caressed my ass cheek tenderly just before he lifted his hand and gave it a sharp, stinging slap. “Too bad for you, I don’t share. No one gets this body while I’m using it. Not even your sounds, you get me?”

I nodded frantically. “Yes. Now fuck me, Ford. Stop teasing me.”

That seemed to make him snap. He pulled out so far, only the tip of him remained inside me, then powered back in so hard my teeth clacked together. He did it again and again, his punishing, almost violent thrusts sending me closer and closer to the edge.

His cock slid across that place inside of me that no other man had been able to find until Ford three nights ago. I was getting close, and it had barely been a handful of minutes. It was happening so fast I might have been embarrassed if he wasn’t making me feel so goddamn good.

I drove against him over and over, chasing the feeling that was building deep inside me. I was nearly there, my eyes drifting shut, when his hand came around my throat and yanked me up so my back was against his chest. The new position made him sink impossibly deeper, and my eyelids flipped back open on a sharp gasp at the new feel.

“Eyes open when I fuck you, Hardin,” he gritted against my ear. I watched our reflection, my eyes wide as the sensation inside me built to an almost overwhelming level.

“Ford,” I said on a whimper, bolts of lightning arcing through my insides. “It’s too much.”

He nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck, the move almost tender, the complete opposite of how he was fucking me. “You can take it, baby. You were made for me.”

His eyes met mine in the mirror, those glacier blues dark and ringed with desire. “Look at us, Hardin. See where we’re connected.”

His hand at my throat remained as the other traveled down, down, down, to where he was driving in and out of me. The thick root of his cock glistened with my arousal, the sight of it making my eyelids droop. “That’s right, baby. We look fucking perfect together, don’t we? See how perfectly your pretty pussy takes me? Made for me.” He punctuated those last three words with deep, grinding thrusts that sent me careening over the edge.

Ford’s hand at my throat moved to my mouth, clamping over it to muffle the sounds I was incapable of holding back. I came harder than I ever had as he continued to thrust that incredible dick, forcing my orgasm to last longer, grow stronger. Spots danced across my vision as he drove in to the root and locked himself there.

“That’s it, Hardin. Fuck, I can feel you clamping down around me. Milk me dry, baby. Take it all.”

He buried his face in my neck on a groan as he came. I could feel the hot spurts coating my walls, which only set me off again.

I clamped down on my cheek so hard I tasted blood, and by the time the last of my release was drained from me, the only thing keeping me on my feet was Ford’s strong embrace.

“Jesus,” he grunted into my hair. “That was better than I remember. Am I dead?”

I braced my hands on the vanity to keep myself from collapsing forward as a raspy chuckle worked its way from my chest. “If you are, Idefinitely am.”

With one hand, he gently brushed all my hair over my shoulder so he could pepper the skin behind my ear with soft kisses. It didn’t feel like something a one-night stand, or, possibly, friends with benefits would do. The kisses he was giving me, the way he was holding me, was how a man would treat his lover, someone who meant something to him.

I felt more confused than ever as he lifted his head and met my gaze in the mirror. “Hi,” he said with a tender smile that warmed me from the inside out.

“Hi back,” was all I could manage to say in return.

The sigh that came from deep inside him was almost content. “God, I could stay like this all damn day. Just keep you wrapped around me.”

“Might make it a little difficult for me to run my restaurant like this, though,” I said in an attempt to lighten the situation.

His arms clenched around me. “One of these days, I’m going to get you in a bed, and I have every intention of keeping you there for as long as possible.”

I couldn’t take it any longer. If I didn’t get some answers soon, I felt like I was going to lose it.

“Ford, what are we doing here?”

At the sharp tone of my voice, the warm glow that had enveloped the room shattered, reality seeping back in.

On a sigh, he pulled out and took a step back, giving me room to clean myself up and pull my underwear and leggings back into place as he tucked his spent dick back into his pants.

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