My dream jolted me awake.

It was white-hot, sweaty, and sexy as hell. I didn’t want the vision to leave my gaze, but the jolt of pleasure sparked my body into consciousness. I sat up in bed and looked into the darkness of my bedroom. Light was shining through my blackout shutters, which told me morning had arrived.

My chest was covered in sweat, and my dick was harder than a solid slab of stone.

The vision of Ms. Alexander slowly faded away. She was on her knees in front of me, trying to suck my enormous dick with that big mouth of hers. Spit drooled from the corners of her lips, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes. She wanted to suck more of my dick, but her slender throat was simply too small.

But that didn’t stop her from trying.

I ran my fingers through my hair then rubbed the sleep from the inside edge of my eye. My clock showed the time, and I only had two minutes before my alarm went off. It’d been a long while since my last fling. The drama with Titan had put my personal life on hold, and after she was shot, I hadn’t been interested in sex.

But Ms. Alexander awakened me again.

I spat on my palm then wrapped my fingers around my cock. I closed my eyes and recreated the dream in my head.

Then I jerked off, pretending my hand was Ms. Alexander’s tight lips.

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I had a suit made by Connor Suede, jet black with a matching tie. It fit me to a T, with crisp fabric and a cut that molded to my musculature perfectly. Fashion wasn’t important to me, but suits were a different story.

I cared about my suits.

They projected my power and wealth. They projected my darkness, my constant hostility. For a man of my stature, I had to convey my confidence. I was in a sea of suits everywhere I went. I had to stand out.

My driver took me to the Founder’s Charity event at the Plaza. I was dateless because I was always dateless—with the exception of Titan. I’d be ignorant to think people forgot about my relationship with her in light of the shooting. She may have spun the tale to make it sound like a beautiful love story, but I still got the short straw.

I was still the one who got dumped.

The women who’d actually fucked me knew I was a catch. More times than not, they told me they wanted something more. They wanted to stay that way forever—and that’s when I cut them loose. Not only was I great in bed, but I was a bit of a gentleman. I treated women with respect. Titan could vouch for that.

But now the world saw me through different eyes.

Like I gave a damn.

My friendship with Titan meant more to me than the opinion of the entire world. With her, I had something irreplaceable. I had a level of trust I didn’t share with anyone else. We would never have the same last name and we would never make a family together, but she was more of my family than my own parents.

I loved her.

I didn’t care if that made me sound like a pussy.

I arrived at the hotel and entered the ballroom with one hand in my pocket. Socializing with the elites of Manhattan was easy and necessary. Business opportunities presented themselves at the most unsuspecting moments. Being well connected was just as important as putting in an eight-hour workday. I could have easily skipped the event, but I knew it was essential to keep up relationships.

I mingled for a while, and almost everyone asked how Titan was doing. Their perception of me was a little different, I could feel it. But the more we talked, the more normal it seemed. If I retained my same level of confidence, people would only focus on that—not my relationship with Titan.

Eventually, everyone would forget about it.

But that would take a while.

I saw a familiar face as I finished my champagne. I set the empty flute on a passing tray and walked up to Vincent Ammo, a large man who wore his suit better than a mannequin. He didn’t have a beautiful woman on his arm like he usually did. Tonight, he was alone. “How’s it going?”

He shook my hand, breaking his stern expression and giving me a welcoming smile. “Good. How are you?”

“Just making an appearance. I get sick of these bullshit functions.”

His grin widened. “At least you’re honest enough to admit it.”

“No date this evening?”

He placed both hands in his pockets. “I’m not seeing anyone right now.”

The last woman I saw him with was exceptional. I was surprised he let her go. But then again, I had a quick turnaround rate too. In fact, mine was faster than his. At least he stayed with the same woman for a few months. I was gone after a few weeks. “That’s too bad.”

He barely shrugged. “What about you?”

“My life has been too hectic lately…” I couldn’t remember the last time I even went to a bar for a drink. My life had been going nonstop. It was nightmare after nightmare. I missed my old life, when everything was going my way.

“I saw Titan yesterday.” A man he knew passed, and he gave him a nod in acknowledgment but didn’t try to speak to him. “She looks better every time I see her. Just a little restless.”

“Sitting at home all day is driving her crazy. No doubt about that.”

“You’re a good friend for looking after her affairs. Not too many people would do that.” Vincent stared at me with his deep look, his brown eyes looking like dark lasers. He was a man with a staring problem, but he didn’t bother correcting it. It was a useful tool for him, to have more confidence than most of his acquaintances.

“She’d do the same for me.” I didn’t think twice when it came to Titan. If she needed me, I was there. We’d formed a blood oath long before I’d killed Jeremy. We were bound together by something that defied the laws of physics. No matter what, I always had her back. She had mine.

“I’m sure she would. That’s still generous of you. You have your own business to worry about.”

My business was different than hers. I was born into a wealthy family, descended from generations that revolved around this company. My great-grandfather started it when he was young, and now it belonged to me. Unlike Titan, I didn’t truly work for it. It was the reason I started a few other companies, that way I’d have a different legacy to give my children. “Her best interests are my best interests.”

“I’m sure letting her go was hard. You’re a good man for stepping aside.”

“I didn’t lose her.” She was never mine in the way she belonged to Diesel. Our relationship hadn’t changed at all. It was only based on friendship and convenience. I found her attractive, but I didn’t get hard for her the way I did with other women…like Ms. Alexander. “She’s exactly what she’s always been to me—my friend.”

“Even so, I’m sure you were looking forward to having her as your wife.”

My situation definitely would have been simpler. I’d never find anyone better to share my life. Titan was so easy to get along with. And she accepted me for exactly who I was. Most women weren’t like that. That was what I wanted in a partner—someone who accepted me. I was a hard worker, and I was fiercely loyal. I was always honest. But I was incapable of feeling romantic love. Everything else was there, so that was the only piece that was missing. All women wanted more, wanting a happily ever after. Titan was the only one who didn’t—until she met Diesel. “It definitely made my life easier. But I’m happy for her. I feel like an idiot for not believing Diesel in the first place. It was stupid.”

“He doesn’t hold a grudge.”

“Doesn’t matter.” I still felt like shit about it. Titan had been shot because of it. “Diesel is a great guy. Since he loves Titan, he’ll be a part of my family. He’s a powerful man with a lot of connections. I don’t mind having him in my inner circle.”

“Who else is in your inner circle?”

“Just Titan.” I was close to my parents, and honestly, I was a bit of a mama’s boy. But they didn’t make the cut because I couldn’t be completely honest with them. I had my friends I went out with, but they didn’t count either. Only Titan had earned my unflinching trust. I could tell her I killed someone, and she’d help me hide the body—no judgments.

Vincent gave a slight nod. “I don’t have anyone in my inner circle. You’re lucky you have someone.”

“What about Jax?”

“I’m close to him, but I can never have a son in that circle. I have to be a role model to them. My skeletons need to remain hidden away.”

“You don’t seem like a man who has skeletons.”

He nodded to a woman who walked by, a pretty lady who flashed him a smile. He turned back to me. “Everyone has skeletons, Thorn. If you don’t, you aren’t that interesting.”

That was true. “I’m glad you and Diesel are getting along. Your fight was getting bloody.” I looked past his shoulder as my eyes settled on a curvy woman with dark hair. It was in open curls, luscious and shiny. In a skintight black dress that showed her flat stomach and tight ass, the woman was beautiful from head to toe. My gaze turned back to Vincent, only because I forced it to.

“I’m grateful to move on. I became a different person in my rage. I got carried away…”

My eyes shifted back toward the woman as she turned around. She was speaking to a man in a suit, but I didn’t pay attention to his face. All I cared about was her. With bright green eyes, a few freckles on her cheeks, and plump lips, she was the center of attention for the entire room. Most of the men were looking at her.

Ms. Alexander.

I hadn’t expected her to be there that night. Once I realized it was her, my cock hardened in my slacks automatically. Like she was the only woman in the world who had control over it, she could manipulate it with just a smile. My slacks suddenly tightened in front as my gaze took her the swell of her tits and the curve of her hips. “We all get carried away from time to time…”

---

I finished my glass of scotch before I moved in.

I approached her from the left, just as she finished her conversation with one of the Rocker brothers. It would be easy for me to ignore her since there was nothing to say, but my cock certainly couldn’t stop thinking about her.

And the way she stared at my crotch.

It would be one thing if she’d simply glanced at him, but her stare lasted for several seconds. A new blush entered her cheeks, and her eyes intensified in eagerness. I wasn’t ashamed of the monster cock outlined in my slacks, and she obviously wasn’t ashamed to look at him either.

Sexy.

I didn’t think anything would ever happen with this woman, but that didn’t stop me from walking up to her. She was smarter than the women I usually bedded, blazing with obvious self-respect. She could have any man she wanted, and she was probably looking for a renowned intellectual who would settle down with her. She could demand a commitment out of anyone and get it in a second.

But that wasn’t me.

She must have felt me staring at her because her gaze shifted in my direction. She must have seen me earlier because she didn’t seem remotely surprised by my presence. Or she was just exceptionally good at wearing a poker face. She held a glass flute of bubbling champagne, and a slight smile formed on her lips at the sight of me. She could be so sexy without even trying. If her scientist gig didn’t work out, she could be a model if she wanted.

I stopped in front of her, my hands resting in my pockets. I didn’t shake her hand because it didn’t feel right.

We were beyond shaking hands.

Now that I was face-to-face with her, seeing those thick eyelashes and sexy eye makeup, I didn’t have anything to say. Staring at her was enough entertainment for me. I didn’t know if it was her rigid backbone or the elegant posture, but something stole my entire focus. I’d never been around a woman more certain of herself. Most of the people in this room were male business tycoons with their trophy wives, but she didn’t seem even slightly intimidated. Her strength was sexy, her confidence hypnotizing.

She was one hell of a woman.

A minute had passed, but I didn’t speak. My eyes remained glued to hers, the intensity only increasing.

She didn’t stiffen at my penetrating gaze. She didn’t break eye contact or even blink. She stayed strong, not bowing to anyone.

Not bowing to me.

She refused to speak first, and I knew it was because she wanted to maintain the power in the situation.

I’d gladly give it to her. “Are you having a good time?” I wanted to say she looked beautiful, but a gorgeous woman like her didn’t need to hear the compliment—for the hundredth time that night. She noticed every single stare that came her way. She knew she was the object of a lot of men’s fantasies. She was too much of a genius not to pick up on it. So she didn’t need to hear me say it. All she had to do was look down—and she would know how I felt about her.

“Good champagne and good company.” She took a sip then licked her lips.

I watched her tongue swipe across her bottom lip, and I immediately thought about that sweet mouth around my cock. I’d jerked off to her early that morning, and I felt like doing it again. Or better yet, getting the real thing. “Are you here with anyone?” I’d never considered it before, but she was probably seeing someone. A woman like her couldn’t stay single long.

“No.”

It was a good answer, but it didn’t answer the question I really wanted to know.

“How’s Titan doing?”

“Well. She’ll be at home for another month before she comes back to the office.” Whether she actually cared or not, I appreciated the question.

“It’s nice of you to take over her companies…considering you aren’t together anymore.”

Whenever I talked to her, I forgot about the fallacy that surrounded me. Like everyone else, Ms. Alexander thought I had been engaged to Titan because I loved her—and she’d left me for someone else. But when it was just the two of us, it didn’t seem like anything else really mattered. “Together or apart, I’ll always be there for her.”

Her eyes softened for the very first time.

I didn’t want to talk about Titan anymore, not when I was lying about my feelings for her. “Have you had a change of heart about what we discussed?”

“No. You?”

“Titan is considering it.”

“She is?” Her voice picked up slightly, filled with an obvious sense of hope.

“I told her you weren’t going to change your mind under any circumstance.”

“I’m glad you finally understand me.”

The corner of my mouth rose in a smile. “Took me long enough, huh?”

She smiled back, and that simple reaction made my cock stir in my slacks.

Why did this woman get me so hard?

“I sincerely hope Titan changes her mind. I would love the opportunity to work with her. I really mean it when I say I think we could do great things together.”

The more I interacted with her, the more I agreed with her. Ms. Alexander had a special quality that would make her an invaluable member of Titan’s staff. I could see her intelligence every time I looked at her. She reminded me of Titan in many ways, just a different version of her. “I’ll put in a good word for you.”

“Yeah?” Her smile widened. “You don’t know me very well, Mr. Cutler.”

“Then let me get to know you better.” I moved a little closer to her, almost crossing the line and invading her personal space entirely. If she didn’t want me this close to her, she would have just told me. But she held my gaze, her eyes playful. This was the time I would spit out a line or cut right to the chase. But I didn’t do any of those things. I respected her too much, and respect was hard to earn from me. I wanted her if she wanted me, and now I was waiting for her invitation. I wanted to slide my hand into her hair and kiss those plump lips, but I kept my hands to myself. Being in control was something I did best. I wanted to tell her exactly what I wanted—and watch her obey.

But that wouldn’t work on a woman like her.

She spoke with a sexy voice, deep and sultry. “What do you want to know?”

I wanted to know if her lips tasted like champagne. I wanted to know how my name sounded on her tongue. I wanted to know if she slept alone at night or if there was a man beside her. I wanted to know if she wanted me to please her, to give her my big dick that she was so fond of. I wanted to know if she wanted me the way I wanted her. I wanted to know how she would feel if she knew I’d jerked off to her that morning.

But I also wanted to know other things.

I wanted to know where her passion came from. I wanted to know what her favorite drink was. I wanted to know if she listened to music while she was in her lab. If so, what did she enjoy? I wanted to know if she preferred the pandemonium of the city, or if she had a place across the bridge. I wanted to know what her hopes and dreams were. “Anything you want to share with me.”

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“First round is on me.” I stood beside her at the bar and clanked my glass against hers. I had a scotch on the rocks with a twist. She had a glass of red wine. I wasn’t a fan of wine. I preferred liquor or beer, regardless of what I was eating.

“Thank you.” She kept her eyes on me as she took a drink. She peered at me from under her thick eyelashes. Her green eyes sparkled even more with the dim lighting in the bar. There were people everywhere, but we had a nice spot in the corner. The loud chatter overhead only gave me an excuse to get closer to her. Sometimes my arm brushed against hers when I moved. If I moved my leg a little more, I could touch hers.

But I didn’t.

At this angle, I could get a nice view down the top of her dress. She had small tits, but they were perky as hell. Whenever she looked away, I could easily enjoy the sight with my perverted gaze.

But I never looked.

I never pretended to be something I wasn’t. I was honest with my intentions, and I was always honest about who I was inside. I was the kind of man who used women to please myself. They got pleasure out of it too, but that didn’t make it meaningful. With anyone else, I probably would look down her dress.

But I didn’t do it to Ms. Alexander.

I had no idea why. If anything, I was more attracted to this woman than anyone else. I was more excited for her, more eager to fuck her hard. But the more I wanted her, the more I respected her.

It made no sense.

She stirred her glass and took another drink.

My slacks were tight again. “When did you start your company, Ms. Alexander?”

She set her glass down, her shoulders back. Her olive skin was a perfect tone to complement her black dress. Her collarbone was prominent with how straight she stood. “We’re in a bar, Thorn. Call me Autumn.”

I hadn’t known her first name until that moment. When I looked her up, I typed in her company name. Her name was probably on the screen, but I hadn’t noticed it. Now that I’d heard her name, my breathing became slightly strained. It was so simple and so elegant. I could easily picture myself saying it as I came deep inside her. “Autumn.” I said her name out loud, testing it out on my tongue. It made me feel like I had a piece of her, could call her something intimate even though it was just a name. “Beautiful name.”

“Thanks.”

“Thorn.”

She nodded. “I know. You’re a pretty famous man.”

I hoped my celebrity wasn’t just based on my scandal with Titan. I did a lot of work for my company, allowed my parents to retire comfortably, and I built companies from the ground up—ones that were immensely successful. I didn’t want history to reduce me to a man who’d loved and lost a woman. “Unfortunately.”

“It’s always lonely at the top. The higher you go, the more people there are to watch you fall.”

My eyes narrowed on her face, surprised by the second wise thing she’s said. She’d laid out some surprising things that I’d never expected her to say. But then again, this woman operated on a different wavelength. I should stop comparing her to the women I usually hooked up with so I wouldn’t be so surprised. “Very true.”

She took another drink from her glass, this time, licking her lips.

Now I wondered if she did that on purpose. It was impossible for me not to obsess over that perfect mouth. It would feel so good all over me, from my mouth down to my ball sac. “Are you from New York?”

“Brooklyn.”

“Born and raised?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Are your parents still around?”

“Yeah. They live in Connecticut now. They aren’t big fans of the city. They prefer the quiet countryside.”

“What about you?”

“I prefer the noise. It’s what I’m used to.”

I couldn’t imagine myself living anywhere else but in the heart of Manhattan. The world was going at constant speed, and I loved living in the fast lane. I liked staying out until four a.m. because nothing ever closed in the city that never slept. “They must be proud of you.”

“They are.” She smiled when she spoke of her parents. “My father was a high school teacher, and my mother took care of the house. Money was always an issue for us. My mother could never work because she has a condition.”

I didn’t ask what it was because I didn’t feel like I had the right to ask. But I’d deduced that they could only afford to move to Connecticut because she took care of them. “What did your father teach?”

“Physics.”

“That must be where you get it from.”

“Probably,” she said with a chuckle. “I always had a private tutor to help me when I came home from school.”

“You provide for them?”

She nodded. “They have very comfortable lives now. That makes me happy. They did the best they could, and I’m glad I can repay them after everything they’ve done for me.”

I knew I would do the same for my parents. I was close to my family, so it was something I could relate to. I admired her for doing that because not everyone was so generous. When people had money, it only made them greedy. “Then they must be even more proud of you.”

Despite the smile she wore, she shrugged. She never announced her success or bragged about her qualities. She wasn’t even conceited about her looks. She was one of the humblest people I’d ever met. Most people I knew in the business world were successful but also fiercely insecure. They compensated for their fear by bragging even more. The truly successful people said very little about themselves—because they actually wanted to hide their stunning success.

“You’re close to your family?” she asked.

If she saw me in the tabloids a lot, then she probably already knew this. “Very.”

She gave a slight nod. “That’s nice.”

“I have a younger brother too. He works in Chicago, so I don’t see him a lot. But when we’re together, we have a good time.”

“I’m an only child.”

I drank my scotch. “When did you start your company?”

“Shortly after I dropped out of college. So I was about eighteen at the time. My parents were so angry when I left the university and started working out of a storage shed. But within a year, I made some money and could pay my bills. After that, everything escalated very quickly. I’ve built on my existing technology and have created some magnificent things.”

“What are you working on now?”

She wore a guarded smile. “You know I can’t tell you that, Thorn.”

I didn’t consider our conversation a conflict of interest. I wasn’t planning on telling Titan any of this. The real reason I was having this conversation was simply because I wanted to get to know her. “I’m impressed by your work. I can only imagine what goes on in that brain of yours every day.”

“I have the same thoughts as anyone else my age. The only reason why I’m unique is because I apply my knowledge differently. That’s all.”

“I think you’re being too humble.”

“Or simply too honest.” She drank from her glass, and when she set it down, there was a bright lipstick mark around the edge. “Do you like working for your family’s company?”

“I don’t work for it. I own it.” I wasn’t on a power trip. I just didn’t want her to think I worked under my father or some other family member. My parents had walked away from the company over a decade ago. I’d been the chief operator of it ever since. “My parents are retired, and my brother is more interested in becoming a lawyer.”

“My mistake.”

I didn’t want to sound like a dick, but I didn’t want her to get the wrong impression of me. I wasn’t some lazy rich boy. I worked hard for my money. I made my family proud of me by the effort I put into preserving our legacy. “And yes, I enjoy it. I’ve started other companies too, so I have other businesses as well.”

“Sometimes I think about branching out, but I don’t have much time. I’m needed in the lab.”

“And that’s why you want to work with Titan?”

“Exactly. I could focus on what I’m good at, and she could focus on what she’s good at. Perfect match.”

It really was. “I’ll talk to her again.”

“You will?” she asked, that soft smile on her lips. “You’re really pushing for me, huh?”

“I’m not pushing for you—I’m pushing for her. She’s a very stubborn woman, and she doesn’t go back on her word. But I think she should reconsider this. I see the arrangement as nothing but a benefit to her.”

“That’s flattering.”

“You earned it.”

Her eyes fell again, softening in a vulnerable way. When she smiled, she was beautiful. But when she showed this expression, her true feelings, she was undeniably gorgeous.

My cock had hardened so many times that night I felt a little light-headed. My blood had been redirected to my cock on and off for several hours now—and I wasn’t even fucking. The teeth of my fly constantly bit into me, but my thickness was out of my control. This woman had a powerful grip on my dick—without even touching it.

She grabbed her glass and drank the remaining contents. Her lipstick prints were all over the edge now. She seemed to drink from a different spot every single time. She slowly set it down again then looked me in the eye. A long pause ensued, as if she were carefully considering what she was going to say before she said it.

Then she glanced down.

And looked right at the bulge in my slacks.

She lifted her gaze up to me again, her thick eyelashes shifting up as her gaze moved. Her green eyes were filled with confidence—and something else. “Is he like that all the time? Or is that just for me?”

I fought the smile that wanted to stretch across my lips. A shiver moved up my spine, and her directness burrowed under my skin. I was a confident man, and now I realized there was nothing sexier than a confident woman. I forgot to take a breath because I was stunned by her bluntness. She could mention my dick without even blushing, and she obviously wasn’t embarrassed to be caught looking. “It’s definitely you, sweetheart.” My eyes shifted to her mouth, and I wanted to kiss her right then and there. If that wasn’t an open invitation to make a move, I didn’t know what was. Women had been forward with me before, but never in such a sexy and potent way.

“Now, that is flattering.” She grabbed my scotch off the counter and downed the rest of it in a single gulp.

I watched her throat shift as she swallowed, imagining her swallowing something else.

She set the glass down, upside down. “My place or yours?”

My smoldering expression intensified at her cool confidence. She wanted me, and she wasn’t afraid to get right to the point. She flirted subtly with me, and then she made her intentions bluntly obvious. She could spend the night with any man she wanted—but she wanted me.

Fuck, that was sexy.

I liked a woman who took what she wanted.

And this woman did a perfect job of doing just that. “Depends. Who’s closer?”

---

We stepped inside my penthouse, the top floor of a building overlooking the river. I bought the property almost ten years ago as an investment, and after the economic change over the last decade, it had certainly paid off. But I hadn’t sold it because it was a rare piece of property. The view was spectacular, more spectacular than any other penthouse I’d been to.

She sauntered inside, gliding on her heels like she was elevated off the ground. Her eyes swept over my home, taking in the luxurious furniture, gorgeous rug, and the rest of the enormous living room. It was a ten-thousand-square-foot floor, and I had it all to myself. There were four bedrooms in the place, but I didn’t have guests very often. At least, not the kind that slept in a different room. She turned back to me when she was finished staring. “You have a nice place.”

“Thanks.” I slowly walked up to her, all of my restraints slashed away. She was only there for one reason, so I didn’t have to be a professional gentleman anymore. The only uncertainty I felt was her position. How would I take her?

My hands finally moved to her hips, feeling the curves through the soft fabric of her dress. Even in heels, she was much shorter than me. She was a petite woman, but I never viewed her as small. She had the kind of presence that filled every corner of the room.

My fingers felt the fabric in my fingertips, scrunching it up as I gripped her. I felt it slide against her soft skin, felt it against her tight stomach. Once that dress was gone, I knew she would be a beautiful sight to behold. Her olive skin and her sexy curves would drive me crazier than I already was. “I know I should offer you a drink, but I don’t want to.” My face was close to hers, but I didn’t move in with a kiss. I glanced at her plump lips, fantasizing how they would feel against my mouth. The longer I built the anticipation, the better it would feel.

“I don’t want a drink.” Her hands were pressed to my chest, and they slowly migrated down, over the muscular grooves of my stomach and to my belt. She felt the leather before she moved farther south. While holding my gaze, she placed her fingers over the bulge in my slacks.

I stopped breathing once I felt her fingers against my hard shaft.

She traced the outline with her fingertips, measuring it from the base to the tip. My cock stretched up my slacks at an angle, moving to my opposite hip because there wasn’t enough room vertically. I knew I was particularly well-endowed downstairs. I had a cock built to fuck. She glided her palm over it next, her lips parted slightly in excitement. “I want you.”

Maybe seeing my big dick was the only reason she wanted to fuck me. She had been cold to me in her office, but the second I stood up and she came into direct contact with it, her attitude changed.

But I didn’t give a damn.

If she wanted my big dick, she could have it—all night long.

Autumn looked at me through her thick eyelashes. Then she licked her bottom lip.

The only reason why I hadn’t kissed her yet was because I was too busy enjoying this. Her forwardness was sexy. She wanted my thick cock to make her come all night, and I’d gladly fulfill her expectations. Whatever fantasy she wanted, I would make it happen.

My hand left her hip and slowly moved up past her cheek. My fingers finally came into contact with her dark hair, and I felt the softness brush against me like a rose petal. Her skin was warm to the touch, and as my fingers settled around the back of her neck and under the fall of her hair, I could feel her strong pulse.

I moved my mouth to hers and finally greeted her lips with mine. Soft, plump, and delicious. My breath was sucked out of my mouth as I kissed her, the fiery desire making me tremble. It was a million times better than what I fantasized. Her mouth was warm and soft, and I felt the jolt of electricity spike down my spine.

I gripped her harder with my fingers as I deepened the kiss, our mouths moving together and breaking apart. Her warm breath filled my mouth, and now the smell of her perfume was more potent than before. My hand squeezed her slender waistline, gripping her harder than I meant to.

The speed of our kiss increased, our mouths moving together more rapidly. I couldn’t get enough of her, and she couldn’t get enough of me. Her tongue moved into my mouth, finding mine in an erotic embrace.

My cock twitched. “Fuck…” I spoke into her mouth, all my coherent thoughts gone. My lifestyle was erotic and taboo. I’d experienced more things than most men could dream of. But I’d never had a kiss like this. I’d never felt my body come to life with such vigor. A woman had never made my hands shake.

Her fingers moved to my belt, and she slowly unfastened it before she moved to my button and fly.

I hadn’t taken it a step further because I was still absorbing her kiss. My tongue was still dancing with hers, still enjoying her. I enjoyed her top lip as well as her bottom one. With every passing second, my heart beat even faster.

She unbuttoned the front of my jacket and pushed it off my shoulders so it would fall to the ground behind me.

My slacks were loose around my waist, my cock popping out of the top of my boxers. My fingers gripped her hair and wrapped it around my knuckles, getting a tighter grip on her. The more I had her, the more I wanted her. I didn’t want her to slip from my grasp because every inch of her body was officially mine. “I jerked off to you this morning.” I spoke into her mouth, no longer possessing a single coherent thought. All I thought about was fucking this woman a million ways. I wanted to make her mine, make her full with my cock. I’d wanted her since the first moment I saw her—and I felt no shame in that.

She sucked my bottom lip before we broke apart, the same sex-crazed look in her eyes. Her fingers played with my boxers, and she slowly dragged them down my hips. “What was I doing to you?” Her lips moved to the corner of my mouth where she gave me another kiss.

“You were on your knees—sucking my dick.” Ever since the first time I’d laid my eyes on her mouth, I’d wanted it wrapped around my cock. I wanted to push my thickness down her tiny throat. I wanted to make her gag around my monster cock. If she expected me to say something romantic, like I wanted to kiss her all over her body instead, then she was in for a surprise.

“Did you come?” She kissed me again, tugging my boxers to my thighs so my cock was free.

“Hard.”

She sucked my bottom lip before she slowly lowered herself to her knees.

Jesus Christ.

My chest stiffened when I realized what she was doing. Her knees fell to the hardwood floor, and she flipped her thick hair behind her shoulder. She eyed my cock like sucking it would be nothing but a pleasure.

Both of my hands formed fists.

I couldn’t believe this was really happening.

This woman was on her knees—and I didn’t even command her to be on her knees.

She wrapped her fingers around my length then looked up at me through her thick eyelashes.

Fuck. My hand slid underneath her hair and wrapped around the back of her neck. I resisted the urge to yank her toward me, knowing she would suck my dick perfectly once she was ready.

She licked her lips.

I was going to come in her face right that instant if she kept this up.

Instead of pushing her mouth over my length, she tilted my cock to the ceiling and pressed her mouth against my balls.

Goddamn.

The second her warm lips were pressed to my sac, I took in a sharp breath. No other pair of lips had ever felt so good. My fingers tightened against the back of her neck, and I narrowed my eyes on her gorgeous face.

She dragged her tongue over my textured skin, tasting my balls. Then she sucked them into her mouth, rubbing her tongue against them with the perfect pressure.

My fingers dug deeper.

Popping sounds emerged as she sucked and released. She licked her lips then kept going, devouring my balls like she felt privileged to be on her knees right that moment.

I’d never wanted to come so much in my life.

When my balls were soaked, she moved up my base, dragging her sexy tongue all the way to my tip. Then she swiped her tongue over my head, getting the drop of lubrication that seeped from the entrance. It was sticky, and a line of my juice spread between her mouth and the head of my cock.

This was much better than my fantasy.

Her lips finally surrounded my head, and she sucked hard. She wanted to taste more of me, to taste my arousal on her tongue.

My hand moved into her hair, pulling it away from her face. I could watch this performance all day, but my dick wouldn’t last that long.

Then she started to move to my base, taking in as much of my length as she could. She stopped over halfway, her mouth gaping open she tried to cram my impressive size deep inside. She pulled off again to take a breath before she moved in again.

Her spit collected on my length then dripped to the floor. She was slathering me in her saliva, priming me so I could fit in her tight little pussy. The lubrication would help, but she was making me so thick it was bound to hurt anyway.

She continued to move her mouth back and forth, her eyes darting to mine from time to time. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes because my size was too big for her to handle, but that didn’t slow her down. She kept going, giving me the best head of my life.

If I let this continue, I would explode inside her mouth. My come would sit on her tongue, and I would command her to swallow it. As much as I wanted to finish this fantasy to the very end, I wanted to fuck her more.

I forced myself to pull my dick out of her mouth.

Disappointment filled her eyes, like she wanted to suck me off until she had my come in her belly.

Fuck, she was torture.

I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. Before she could take a step, I scooped her into my arms and carried her into my bedroom down the hallway. She was light like I expected, but also perfect in my arms.

I sat her on the bed and unbuttoned my collared shirt. My fingers were focused on unclasping every single button, but my eyes were pinned on the beautiful woman watching me. Instead of looking at the way my shirt opened more and more, her eyes were stuck to mine. Beautiful, green, and vibrant, they were undressing me as much as my own fingers. I could see her desire as well as I could feel my own.

The shirt came undone, and I pulled it off my arms and let it fall onto the floor. Tall and proud, I stood in front of the bed, watching her eyes sweep across my physique. She took in every slab of muscle, every ridge between my abs. Wordlessly, she worshiped my body. I filled out my suits well, made my t-shirts stretch over my biceps and chest. I hit the gym religiously and almost always had a protein shake for lunch. Being in the best physical shape had always been important to me because I never knew when I would need that strength. I’d overpowered Jeremy and stabbed him in the heart, and that was only possible because I was a hundred and eighty pounds of solid muscle. Titan had been shot just because she ruffled someone’s feathers. I had to be ready for anything.

Watching Autumn’s reaction made all those workouts worth it.

She licked her lips.

She took a deep breath.

Her thighs pressed together.

All the signs of arousal were there. She wanted to fuck me as hard as I wanted to fuck her.

I removed my socks, and I stood completely naked in front of her. Over six feet of chiseled strength and fair skin, I’d seen lots of women look at me the way she did now, but they never meant so much. Getting the look of desire from a woman who could have any man just made me want her more. I wanted to fuck her to please myself, but I wanted to be every fantasy she ever had too.

I grabbed her ankles and lifted them to my chest. The points of her stilettos dug into my skin, but I liked the rough bite. Her dress slowly rose up her thighs, revealing just a peek of her bright pink thong underneath her black dress.

Jesus Christ.

I wrapped my fingers around her slender ankles, and I took a deep breath to steady my excitement. I wanted to tug her legs apart and sink inside her before I fucked her senseless, but I had to slow it down.

I had to take my time.

I wanted to make her so hot, she’d beg me to give it to her.

I turned one of her legs out and kissed the inside of her knee, tasting the soft skin. My tongue rubbed against it gently, and I thought I tasted a hint of vanilla. I slipped off one shoe at the same time, and then dropped the other.

My mouth moved farther up her gorgeous legs, reaching for the sensitive spot in her inner thighs. Her breathing increased the closer I became, becoming increasingly haywire with every passing second. Her chest rose higher, her breaths grew heavier. I kissed both of her thighs then moved farther to the apex of her legs.

Then she stopped breathing altogether.

I kissed the soft fabric of her panties, right over her clit.

The moan she released was the sexiest one I’d ever heard.

I continued to kiss the area, my fingers rubbing her at the same time. I grasped the center of her panties and yanked it over, revealing that soft, pink flesh. My eyes took in her beautiful clit and the slit that was already oozing with arousal. My testosterone spiked, and I placed my mouth against the most delicious pussy I’d ever tasted.

She didn’t beg just yet, but it was only a matter of time.

Her fingers dug into my blond hair, and she arched her back, spreading her legs and giving more of herself to me. Her heavy sighs were full of satisfaction but deep desperation. She wanted more—needed more.

I ate her pussy and explored her everywhere. I loved the way she smelled, the way she tasted. I loved feeling her lubrication against my lips, enjoying the sticky thickness. There was no hiding how aroused she was. Her pussy was soaked—and not from my saliva. I blew across her wet opening then sucked her clit into my mouth.

Her hips bucked, and she released a moan that resembled a scream. Her fingers skipped my hair and dug into my scalp. “Thorn…”

She said my name.

Fuck yes.

I fisted her panties in my hand and dragged them down her legs. She lifted her ass to help me, anxious for what was coming next.

I stared at her pussy again, imagining my rock-hard dick inside her. My hand yanked up her dress, and I kissed the smooth skin of her belly. She had a piercing in her navel, and I found that damn sexy. I licked the jewel then explored the tight skin over her abs. She was petite but had a strong core. I moved farther up until I reached the bottom swell of her breasts. I sucked in a breath to smell her then dragged my tongue up her sternum.

I’d never been with such a beautiful woman.

The sexiest woman in the world was on my bed, half naked and soaking wet. She wanted my cock between her legs tonight. There wasn’t another man on her mind—just me. She wanted to scream my name, to come all over my dick.

She wanted all of me.

I pulled her dress over her head, finally revealing the gorgeous tits I didn’t get to stare at earlier. Just as perky as they seemed in her dress, they were tight and firm. Her nipples were hard and begging to be sucked between my teeth.

I couldn’t hold myself back. I pressed my face right into her valley, and I dragged my tongue right between her tits. My tongue explored her gorgeous skin, and I sucked and kissed her everywhere. When I got to her nipples, I was more than rough. My large palm gripped and squeezed one tit while I ravaged her other tit. The scruff along my jaw brushed against her delicate skin, making her nipples harden even more.

Fuck, I wanted to do this all night.

I held my body on top of hers, my arms pinned on either side of her body. My weight pushed her into the mattress, and I covered every inch of her gorgeous skin with mine. She was mine now. Until the sun rose the following morning, she was staying right there.

I wanted to fuck her from behind so I could stare at that gorgeous asshole. I wanted to have her ride me while I sat against the headboard. I wanted to take her a million ways. But right now, I wanted her legs spread wide for me as I fucked her into the mattress. I wanted to conquer her, to make her legs shake as I brought her to climax over and over. I wanted to stuff her gorgeous pussy with my big dick until she was too sore to handle more.

Her hands slid up my chest as she looked at me with eyes lit up like Christmas lights. Her dark hair was spread across the pillow, and her tits were tight and firm. With her gaze settled on mine, she spread her legs then hooked them around my waist. Her soft fingers moved underneath my arms, and she hooked her arms around my shoulders. “Are you going to fuck me, Thorn?” Her eyes kept a steady look of confidence, and her lips parted like she was desperate for my kiss.

I pressed my cock against her wet folds and slowly ground against her. “When you beg me to.” Skin-to-skin, I ground my wet cock against her slick clit. My shaft picked up lubrication from her slit, and I rubbed it across her swollen nub. I moved harder as I angled my neck down and kissed her.

I couldn’t wait to be inside her.

But I wanted this amazing woman to want me as badly as I wanted her.

Her nails dug into my back, and she breathed into my mouth as I pressed her into the mattress. She jerked forward and backward as I picked up momentum, my cock pressing against her and my lips devouring her. Her breaths turned to moans, and those moans quickly escalated into something more. She yanked me into her with her legs and dug her nails harder until she nearly drew blood.

I could feel her breathing escalate, feel her tremble. She was a proud woman who didn’t beg for anything, but that was about to change. I wanted her to melt for me, to realize I was the best lay she was ever going to find. I wanted her to think of me every time she fucked someone else, to wish I were the man fucking her instead.

A few minutes later, she cracked. “Thorn…fuck me.”

I sucked her bottom lip. “Beg.”

She dragged her nails all the way to my ass, my cock rubbing against her harder. “Please…please fuck me.”

I watched the redness flush her cheeks as she ventured into the realm of pleasure. She was about to climax—and I wasn’t even inside her yet.

Her eyes stared into mine, her lips open so her moans could emerge. “Please…”

Now I was about to burst. I pulled my length away from her throbbing pussy and grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer. I ripped it open quickly and rolled it onto my length, using the magnum size because my package was far bigger than average. Once the latex was secured around my base, I pushed my head inside her.

She didn’t take me right away. Her pussy was small like the rest of her, and no matter how wet she was, I was a big man to handle. She bit her bottom lip as I slowly pushed farther inside her, stretching her channel apart to make room for myself.

I slowly sank into her, my monster cock forcing its way inside.

Her hands moved back to my shoulders, and she clung to me tightly, breathing hard in reaction to my entrance into her tightness.

I pinned one of her legs back, opening her wider so I could get the rest inside. I pushed as far as I could go and left a few inches out, but it was still the best pussy I’d ever had. So wet, so warm…fucking perfect.

Her tits rose to the ceiling with every breath she took, and she gripped me tighter than before. Her mouth was wide open as she breathed, and her pants were the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. “God…you have a big dick.”

I thrust my hips and fucked her at a steady pace. My body ached to fuck her as aggressively as I could, but I knew her tiny channel couldn’t handle that just yet. She was still molding to my length, getting used to the profound stretching.

I already wanted to come. I could feel the heat in my groin, the fire that started just before the explosion. Watching this beautiful woman take my dick was the sexiest thing in the world. It was an image I would beat off to over and over.

Her hands moved to my chest, and she started to rock her hips with me, taking my thickness a little easier. Her breathing turned irregular, her moans became incoherent words. She closed her eyes for a moment and bit her bottom lip, feeling the beginning of a prominent burst of ecstasy.

“Eyes on me.”

She opened her eyes and locked her gaze on mine. Her tits shook with the thrusts, and her ankle hooked around my leg. “God, I’m going to come…”

I’d been inside her for a barely few minutes, and she was already crumbling. My cock was hitting her in all the right places, and I was pleasing her the way every man should please a woman.

Her fingers wrapped around my biceps as she was swept away in the thrill of passion. Her moans erupted in my face, and her perfect pussy tightened around my rock-hard cock even more. Her cream sheathed the condom all the way to the base, and she rode the powerful high I gave her. Her back arched, her head rolled back, and her nipples became so hard they were pointier than the tip of a sharpened pencil. “Yes…yes.” High-pitched and broken, her voice trailed off. Her expression mirrored a look of tearful joy. She crumbled underneath me, fascinating me with the way she writhed from the orgasm I just gave her. “So good…”

My mind lost focus as my carnal instincts took over. I had just seen a gorgeous woman put on an erotic performance, and now my dick couldn’t be controlled. I wanted to fill the tip of the condom and pretend I was pumping it directly inside her pussy. My breathing became labored, and my balls tightened against my body. The explosion had already been initiated, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I rode it hard, feeling the come shoot out of my dick with a wave of indescribable pleasure.

I shoved myself deep inside her, only leaving out a few inches because I didn’t want to hurt her. I dumped my load inside the condom and stared at the gorgeous woman underneath me. Ever since I’d set eyes on her, I’d wanted to fuck her just like this. It was so good that I wasn’t sure if it was truly real.

My balls relaxed again as the dream faded away. The tenderness spread throughout my body, and the wave of satisfaction hit me like a ton of bricks. Fucking her was a million times better than I expected.

I had to fuck her again—just like that.

I slowly pulled out of her, her sticky pussy juice surrounding the used condom. The tip of it was filled with so much white come I thought it would stretch the latex until it ripped.

Autumn stared at me with the same arousal, as if she hadn’t just been fucked good and hard. “Fuck me again.” She propped herself up on one elbow and kissed my neck, her tongue exploring my shoulder and collarbone. She turned her lips to my ear and breathed into my canal. “Please.”

I’d just had a powerful orgasm, the kind that would knock me out and give me a great night of rest. But those sexy words completely erased my fatigue. She commanded me to pleasure her again—and I’d give this woman whatever she wanted.

I rolled on a new condom and moved on top of her again. “I’m going to fuck you all night, Autumn.”

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My body was wrapped around hers, my hard chest rising against her soft back every time I took a breath. My crotch was pressed against her ass, my soft dick pressed in between her ass cheeks. I had my arm hooked around her slender waist, keeping right against me throughout the night.

The sex had lasted for a few hours until we were both spent and satisfied. She fell asleep first, and I followed her shortly afterward. Now we were surrounded by the darkness and my soft sheets. My face was pressed into her hair, and I smelled a field of flowers every time I took a breath. My powerful body flooded the sheets with constant heat, keeping her warm beside me.

It was the most comfortable I’d ever been.

Then she stirred, sitting up in bed and making my arm slide away. She ran her fingers through her hair, sighed, and then moved toward the edge of the bed.

I stared at her spine, seeing the tight muscles on either side of the bone. She had a deep curve in her lower back, petite shoulders, and gorgeous hair that trailed halfway down her back.

I didn’t drag her back toward me because the sight was so beautiful. It was dark, but I could still make out the features of her body. I could still see a few freckles on her right shoulder. Her wide hips curved into a beautiful waistline. The curve of the outside of her breasts was noticeable in the dim light. She was an amazing woman packed with curves everywhere.

Gorgeous.

She scooted to the edge and prepared to stand up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” My large hand could wrap around her wrist twice because she was so small. I secured my hold on her and slowly dragged her back toward me.

She didn’t fight it, turning toward me so her tits were visible. “Home.”

“It’s only…” I squinted as I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand. “Jesus, it’s five in the morning on a Sunday. Get your ass back here.” I tugged on her harder, forcing her closer to me.

She smiled as she looked down at me, the exhaustion in her eyes. “I have a lot of stuff to do today. I thought I could sneak out without waking you.”

“You’re one of those women, huh?” I pulled her on top of me, her luscious tits pressing against my chest. I cupped her cheek then tucked her hair behind her ear. My eyes were heavy with sleep, but I kept them open so I could look at this fine woman.

“What kind of women are we talking about here?”

“That slip out before the sun rises.” My fingers moved down her neck and over her chest until I palmed her tit.

“Yes.”

“Well, you don’t have to do that with me. You can leave when you want, and I won’t make you stay.”

She smiled. “What are you doing right now?”

“That’s different. It’s not even morning yet. Now, go back to sleep.”

She stared at me as she considered it, her green eyes shifting back and forth slightly as she looked into mine. “I’m having breakfast with someone, and I still need to hit the gym first.”

A woman didn’t have an ass like that without working hard. I wanted to make another argument to get her to stay, but she had obviously made up her mind. We had a great night of fucking, and now it was back to reality. That was exactly how I wanted it anyway—to resume our professional relationship. “Let me walk you out.”

“No.” She pushed my chest so I would remain against the mattress. “I know the way.” She leaned down and kissed me on the mouth, giving me a slow and seductive kiss.

My hand fisted her hair, and I breathed deeper into her mouth. Every time she kissed me, I felt such a profound sense of passion and desire. I couldn’t get enough of her. This woman kissed as good as she fucked.

My cock hardened to the size of a bat under the sheets and pressed against her. Anytime I was in the same room with her, my cock ballooned with eagerness. I saw beautiful women on a daily basis without getting hard. I’d been to strip clubs without being impressed. But with Autumn, my cock was a fucking machine.

She pulled the sheets away then gave me a few pumps with her fingers.

Now I knew she wasn’t leaving—unless she was the biggest tease in the world.

She broke our kiss then stuck my dick in her mouth, soaking it until it was coated with her saliva. Then she crawled on top of me and straddled my hips.

Fuck yes.

She found a condom in my nightstand and rolled it onto my length, her fingers working my large length as her eyes stared at it with greed.

My hands gripped her ass. “I’m surprised you aren’t too sore.”

“I am.” She rose onto the balls of her feet then slowly sheathed me. “But you’ll make me come anyway.”