I press Keyra against the glass with my body, inhaling her warm, feminine scent and brushing my lips over the curve of her neck.

I’ve got no fucks left to give, and she’s the first thing I want.

“Are you still drunk?”

“Not really.” She whispers, and I anchor my hands on her hips.

“I don’t want there to be any question about whether you want this too.”

“W-what exactly is t-t-this?” That damn stutter is so unlike Keyra that it’s just making me even harder. I didn’t know I had this effect on her, didn’t let myself wonder before.

Now? I can’t think past my lust.

“I told you my dick’s gonna be deep inside you soon, and you still have questions?” I back up towards my bed, pulling her with me and sitting when I feel it behind me.

“I like you between my legs, but you’ve got too many damn clothes on.” I undo the button on her jeans and yank them down her hips, revealing a delicate pair of raspberry-colored panties that stop me in my tracks.

Goddamn.

“Your bra match?” I drag my gaze up to hers, suppressing a shudder. There’s pure fire roaring through my veins, I want this woman so much.

She pulls her full bottom lip between her teeth and my hands clench on her thighs when she nods silently.

“Everything. Strip.” My voice is hoarse and I throw my towel to the side, widening my legs and moving back on the bed until my back’s against my headboard.

I want to see it all, and I don’t trust myself to not touch her if I’m too close.

I spit on my hand and grab the base of my cock, stroking up slow and firm, wanting to take my time.

Keyra’s eyes are glued to my hand and I tighten my grip, watching her head snap up to my face when I give a low groan.

“As soon as you’re naked, this’ll be your mouth.”

The eager beauty that she is, she strips her long-sleeve over her head in seconds, dropping it to the floor.

There’s that damn matching bra, and seeing her brown skin peeking through the deep pink mesh and lace almost makes me shoot my fucking load right then.

Hair in a messy bun atop her head, glasses making her look like the prim and proper Keyra I first met…she’s a vision, sweet and sinful baring her body to me.

Slowly, purposefully, she reaches back and unhooks the bra, letting it fall down her arms. Next, the panties go, and when I see the neat hair above her mound, pre-cum seeps out of my tip.

“Crawl to me.”

No questions. No hesitation.

I’m grateful as hell that I bought this huge bed, gives me a lot of space to watch her breasts swing under her. Full and tipped with small, hard nipples.

She keeps crawling until her hands are behind my hips and stops, looking at me over the rim of her frames.

It’s cute as shit, and I almost smile. Which is the exact opposite of what I want to do right now. I gently take the glasses off, leaning to sit them on my bedside table.

“My vision’s pretty bad.” She confesses, so close that I feel her breath on my skin. I slide my hand into her hair, pulling her closer.

“Don’t need 20/20 to suck my dick.” I use my grip in her hair to bring her mouth to mine because I can’t watch those lips for another second without tasting them.

When she’s moaning against my mouth, I pull back. “Now you’re all warmed up.” I lean back again and guide her mouth to my cock, hissing through my teeth when I’m finally surrounded by her heat.

“You just love it, don’t you? You’re hungry for it.” I caress the back of her neck because she doesn’t need me to guide her. She’s licking and sucking all on her own, and then I see one of her hands move.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself,” I growl, and she peers up at me with those sultry brown eyes, mischief glinting under heavy lids and I know immediately that I need to fuck her right now or this night is going to turn into something I don’t want it to be.

Something it can’t be.

I lift her off head my dick, muscles clenching just seeing how glossy her lips are.

“Buyer’s choice, you come on my tongue or you come on my cock. Pick.”

“Why not both?” She puts on a mock serious face, and something tightens in my chest.

“You being greedy?” I slide my hands over the curve of her back, down to her ass and jerk her to me, capturing her surprise with my mouth and delving my tongue inside until neither of us can breathe.

I push her thighs apart and snatch a condom from the side of my bed, putting it on quicker than I ever have before.

“Dane.” She whimpers as I notch the tip just right, pulling her down and feeling her stretch over me.

“Shit, Keyra. You’re tight as fuck.”

She braces her hands on my shoulders and wiggles a bit, making her clench around the bit of me that is inside and I groan.

I lick my thumb and roll it gently over her clit a few times, unable to stop myself from kissing her neck when her head drops back and she sinks down a little more.

“Progress.” I murmur, trying different speeds and angles to see what makes her jerk against me more. She likes a consistent touch, more focus on the right side of her clit, and I pump my hips up slowly until she’s settled on me completely.

It’s taking every ounce of will-power, every bit of patience I picked up when I was first learning on the ice, not to go wild. Let loose.

I can’t. Despite everything I’m feeling right now, I can’t do a damn thing until I know I won’t physically hurt her.

She takes a deep, shuddering breath and meets my eyes silently.

I want to look away.

There’s something in her gaze that I know I’m not ready for, that I know I can’t give back tonight, and I know damned well I’m wrong for this.

That in this moment, I’m everything I hate.

“We can get this show on the road now. I don’t think you’re going to break me.” She cups my face with both hands and presses kisses to my mouth.

One. Two. Three kisses.

I take her bottom lip in my teeth and use my hold on her hips to raise her up and down, setting a pace that eventually turns into a frenzy.

I come with her gasping my name in my ear, hands digging into my hair and gorgeous breasts sliding against my chest.

And I know I’m going to break her.