Page 59 of One Secret

'I...'

'For fuck's sake, Cyrus. I know you want this.' I tighten my inner muscles over his shaft in the way he loves. 'God, your dick's so hard I can feel every swollen inch... just...' I manage to twist back and catch his eye. I stare him down, giving him all the permission he needs. 'Just fuck me like we've both been fantasizing about for days. However you want it, I'll take it. Whatever you want, I'll do.'

That is what sex with Cyrus is like. So wild, you'll do anything. So amazing you regret nothing... So exhausting you're worked into a pleasure coma to rival the dead.

Cyrus's resistance holds for roughly three seconds. Two for him to process my demands. One for him to fight them.

A heartbeat later, the waters around us are thrown in every direction and the tides are worked into a faster frenzy. Cyrus has taken hold of my waist, drawn up my hips, and is plowing deep inside. Over and over... and over.

'Oh my—shit. Aah... yes! God yes...'

I plant my hands and my palms slip. I slap the rock harder. With nowhere for my legs to go, I hook my ankles behind Cyrus's ass and draw him closer that way.

The man is a machine. He thrusts like a piston, finding the exact angle for striking the front of my inner shape.

'Mmm...' I groan.

With every slide of friction, my core pounds. With every pounding, my bloodstream sings.

Somehow, Cyrus has his feet securely braced because he doesn't need the rock anymore. One hand has shot around my waist and down between my legs to work at my clit again. I scream in approval and brace myself against those forceful fingers.

His other hand has come up along my front, between my swaying, shaking breasts and up to my mouth. His fingers are in my mouth. His teeth nip at the shell of my ear.

'Suck me,' he orders.

I obey.

Like a good, and wildly turned-on, soldier... I obey. I suck down on his fingers. I taste the salt and the warmth. I round the knuckles and the nails with my tongue. I draw on him hard with my lips. I gasp around his hand as the rest of his body hammers away inside me, sending me higher and rushing my body to new heights.

I wondered what this would be like... I realize. I wondered if it would be different.

Knowing that the man inside me—the man bare and raw inside me—is the man who gave me my baby. The father of my child. The one to plant his seed deep within, to impregnate me.

Something evolutionary, something animal, loves that. It calls to him. It wants to suck Cyrus deep and never let him go.

My man, it calls.

My male. My mate.

Soon, I'll have to shut away those instincts and bury them deep, but right now I can't. Right now, as Cyrus claims me like he's never claimed me before—invades me from both ends and pins me beneath his body with all the possession of an alpha male—I just submit. I surrender to the sensations. I fall into the spiral of want and need. And, in my mind, I claim this man for my own. I make him mine and mine alone...

My first orgasm takes me almost by surprise. I've been riding the high for so long, I almost forgot it's not the finale.

As my inner walls suddenly clench down and begin to shake, I gasp around Cyrus's fingers and almost choke as they press down upon my tongue. The sound that escapes me is something between a squeal and a guttural groan. I freeze up, my ass lifting and changing the angle for a whole new wave of sensations.

Cyrus doesn't let up. He keeps going, adding friction to my shudders and the sweetest discomfort to an all-too-familiar feeling: explosive elation.

Tears pool in my eyes, my mouth stretches wide, and I lose all feeling in my legs.

The climax doesn't truly end. It ebbs and cools but the tension is still present and the coiling ache deep within immediately resets.

I thrash backward to keep the sex going, to bring the sensation back. Cyrus does it for me by rubbing under the hood of my clit and immediately setting off another forest fire within.

'Fuck!' I scream at the sky, muffled only by his fingers and pushing my palms hard against the rocks. This time I moan long and loud, all shame thrown to the sea, all arousal out and on show.

I can hear Cyrus grunting behind me and feel him panting on my neck. Moaning against my skin.

And still, he goes.

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