He brought his hand down hard on her bare ass. He waited a beat, expecting a shriek of pain and rage from those gorgeous lips. Instead, she parted her long legs, raised her ass, and silently asked for more. Fuck, he was in love. He gave her what she wanted, alternately smacking each cheek a few more times until she was moaning and wiggling underneath him.

Mack had unleashed some of his darker tendencies on women before, but never had one responded so wholeheartedly, so quickly. And he would never have thought a virgin would have this in her. Damn, was he feeling lucky. She was staring at him through the curtain of her hair, her eyes glowing in response, telling him all he needed to know. She was loving every moment of his painful correction.

Mack released her hands, took her wrists and placed them palm down on the table on either side of her head. “Don’t you dare move them,” he growled.

She nodded and licked her lips, never taking her eyes off him, waiting to see what he would do next. He swatted her ass a few more times until each cheek was glowing a beautiful bright cherry red. Tiny gasps escaped her parted lips and her back was lifting and dropping against the table as she sucked in deep breaths of air. He ran his fingertips over the crotch of her panties. She jumped at the intimate touch but obeyed his command not to move.

“Soaked,” he growled deeply. Indeed, the crotch of her thong was a much darker shade of pink.

He hunkered down behind her, dropping to the floor between her spread legs. She immediately tried to come up off the table to see what he was doing. He slapped her ass again, much harder than he had before, drawing a shriek of pain from her. “Do. Not. Move!” he yelled.

She plastered herself across the table and he had to bite back a groan at how fucking responsive she was when turned on. He wanted to praise her, but he didn’t. First, he needed to train his little hellion. He moved the tiny, soaked strip of her thong aside and inhaled her sweet pussy. If he wasn’t already on his knees he knew the scent of her would have driven him straight down; she was that perfect. Like coming home after being away for years.

He was helpless against the lure of her, he had to taste. He was a hairsbreadth away from stroking that delectable pussy when she cried out in desperation, “Mack!” Fuck, he needed to remember she’d never done any of this shit before.

“Just hang onto to something, baby, gonna have to eat you,” he ground out in a voice much deeper and less steady than normal. “Can’t help myself, you have the prettiest goddamn cunt I ever saw.”

“Holy cow!” she gasped and then whispered, “O-okay.” He felt her shift slightly as she reached out to grip the edges of the table. Such a good fucking girl.

He dove in face first, burying his tongue and nose in her perfect, plump pussy from behind. She screamed out in shock and tried to jerk away from him, but he gripped her hips in two large hands and forced her to hold steady while he licked and ate away to his heart’s content, confirming that the taste of her matched the intensely delicious smell of her. She yelled until she was hoarse, but he ignored her, unsure if she was begging for him to let her go or asking to come. Normally he had enough finesse with women to know the difference, but he was too busy getting drunk off her juices as he lapped away at her, attacking her clit one moment, stabbing deep inside her next and then moving on to her perfect puckered ass. She went from virginal to orally experienced at lightning speed while his dick grew progressively harder in his sweat pants. He was so turned on he thought he would explode without a single touch to his cock.

Then she was stiffening and thrashing in a way that indicated she was most definitely coming under the savage onslaught of his tongue and mouth. Her wails turned into a keening cry that turned into a scream and the whole table shook under the intensity of her orgasm. Mack pressed a finger inside her and massaged the front wall of her vagina, drawing the orgasm out until her legs were shaking and her screams became frenzied. She soaked his hand in fluid while he continued to eat her out from behind.

Finally, she thrashed so hard she managed to shove him back, dislodging him from his prime position. She twisted on top of the table and turned over to stare at him, her skirt still shoved up to her waist, her chest heaving. Her eyes were wide, the pupils huge and unfocused. He might have been worried except he knew her body was flying high.

“What th…” she panted. “You… what did you do to me?”

He chuckled. “Was that your first orgasm, baby?” he asked gently standing up and wiping him mouth across his forearm.

She shook her head. “I’ve had them before.”

“What?” Shock thundered through him. He’d expected an innocent blush, a nod. He hadn’t expected the little virgin to have experience with orgasms. “Who the fuck gave you an orgasm?” he demanded, bending threateningly over top of her. “I want names. Was it that fucking puppy fiancé you left behind on the farm? I swear if he touched you, Lucy…”

“Not him,” she denied quickly.

“Then who?” he snarled.

“Just me,” she said staring at him like he was crazy. And maybe he was, because he should have realized that someone as sexually curious and responsive as Lucy would definitely have worked out how to give herself orgasms. Relief flooded him. And then understanding.

“This was better, wasn’t it?” he asked.

She nodded. “But, you… you… licked me... my…”

He grinned wickedly. “Licked your everything, baby. And I’ll do it again, after I fuck that gorgeous little body to heaven and back.” He reached for her.

“Wait!” she yelped.

“No waiting this time Lucy.”

“Okay, no more waiting,” she agreed breathlessly. “Just not on the table please.”

He laughed and pulled her off the table, swinging her into his arms. “Not in the truck, not on the table. Picky little thing, aren’t you?”

She reached up and kissed his whiskered jaw. “Only for my first time,” she whispered as he strode with her down the hall toward the bedroom. “Otherwise I’m game to try different places and different things.” She hid her face against his neck and licked him tentatively until he was groaning. “You make it all feel so good, Mack.”

He growled when she explored every bit of him she could reach with her lips and tongue. He set her on the bed and followed her down, crushing her lithe curves into the mattress. He spared a brief thought for the blood that still dripped off his foot but decided she was well worth the destruction to his bedding. Fuck, she was worth a hell of a lot more. He took her jaw in one hand and feasted on her lips, forcing her mouth open for a long, heated, ravenous kiss that she eagerly accepted. That was one thing he loved about his Lucy, her passion was quick to heat and entirely unfeigned. She desired him every bit as much as he wanted her.

“I can taste myself in your mouth,” she growled, breaking their kiss.

“You like it, don’t you baby,” he demanded. “You love that sweet taste and you love knowing I fucked you with my tongue.”

“Yes!” she gasped and lurched up reaching for his face.

She wrapped her arms tight around his neck and kissed him with enthusiasm and some of the newfound skills he’d been teaching her, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. She slapped her hands on either side of his face to hold him still and fucked his mouth while he urged her up onto her knees and wrenched her dress up to her armpits. She moaned a healthy protest when it came time to break their kiss.

He chuckled. “Be a good girl and take your clothes off. Need to see all of you, right fucking now, baby.”

She lifted her arms obediently and allowed him to tug the dress over her head. Her hair lifted up and then floated down to curtain her body in a honey brown blanket. He tossed her dress on the floor and looked down at her body, appreciation glowing in his ice blue eyes. He couldn’t imagine a more beautiful sight than this woman wearing nothing except a hot pink thong and bra. Then he frowned.

“You wear this outfit to the hospital?” he asked incredulously. She would’ve caused a damn riot considering how see-through the material of the dress was and how short the skirt was. Fuck, he was going to have to kill a lot of people if she didn’t start dressing more conservatively. Or lock her the hell up.

“No,” she laughed softly. “I changed after we dropped Abel off.”

He nodded, relieved. Then another thought occurred to him. “So your damn bodyguard saw you wearing that dress.” He was beginning to see red. Alexandr was young, younger than Mack, good-looking and took Lucy’s protection seriously. A little too seriously. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

Lucy reached behind her, unclasped her bra and let it slide slowly down her arms, revealing the pale, plump, pink-tipped globes of her breasts. “Are we going to do this or talk about my bodyguard all day, Mack?” she asked huskily, a fake pout in her voice. “I know what my vote is.”

“Jesus,” he breathed and reached for her.

His brain barely registered what his mouth was doing before he was blazing a trail from her throat to her breast. Thankfully she didn’t seem to notice his lack of finesse since she was clutching his shoulders and arching into him. A yelp of pleasure erupted from her throat when he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. He tried to remind himself to go easy, he really did, but his brain seemed to short-circuit when it came to this woman. He pushed her back until she was laying against his pillows, writhing beneath him while he continued to attack her breasts, licking, biting and worshipping them.

She kept trying to tug his head up to hers for a kiss, but he wasn’t done with her perfect body. He captured both of her hands in one of his and slammed them up above her head, pinning them, forcing her to hold still while he ravished her with his mouth. Never in his life had he been so driven to lick and suck every inch of a woman until she was marked by him. By his touch, by his scent, even by the savagery of his teeth.

She moaned in mindless abandon and squirmed helplessly under the onslaught of his every forceful touch. He was glad she seemed to be enjoying herself because he wasn’t sure he could stop himself, even if she’d begged him to. He was so lost in everything Lucy he was convinced this woman must be some kind of witch, sent to conquer him. He didn’t understand how else this total and complete loss of control could occur. He was the king of control; the king of one-night stands. Yet he knew without a doubt that Lucy Miller was ripping apart his carefully controlled life. He would never get enough of her.

He reached between their bodies and yanked her panties down her legs, commanding her to lift so he could pull them all the way off. Like an obedient doll, she did everything he told her. She was so damn compliant when she was mindless with passion. As soon as she was free from the restriction of all of her clothes she brought her legs up alongside his and then further until she was hugging his torso tight with her bare legs and lifting her soaking wet pussy against his abs.

“Fuck,” Mack snarled, dropping his face between her breasts and taking a deep breath, his eyes rolling into the back of his head in response to her legs wrapped around him. It felt like Christmas and this was the best present he ever got.

He pulled himself up her body, released her hands and took a fistful of her hair, forcing her face up to his. “Look at me,” he demanded. He wanted nothing more in that moment than to see her caramel eyes melting in ecstasy as he reached between their bodies and slid one long, thick finger into her wet folds and then deep into her pussy.

“Mack!” she cried breathily her hands coming down to clutch his shoulders. “Oh…. Mack!”

She lifted her hips again and again, fucking herself on his finger. He gritted his teeth, grinning savagely and biting her jaw. “Want more, baby?”

“Yes!” she gasped, tossing her head back.

He pulled his finger out and yanked his sweatpants down. The non-bastard part of his brain told him to get off the fucking girl and take his pants off. To make her first time more special. The hungover, completely lust-fried rest of his brain positioned his cock at her dripping entrance. He took her jaw in his other hand and forced her to look at him. As soon as she made eye-contact he drove into her hot, wet passage, forcing his way forward until he was buried to the hilt.

She shrieked and tried to shake her head, tears springing to her beautiful eyes. He hardened his face and his heart, tightened his fingers on her jaw and took her lips in a kiss before she could protest. He swallowed her words and her pain as he held her pinned against the bed in case she thought to push him away. His body soared in sheer ecstasy with the greatest pleasure it’d ever known. Helpless against the lure of her incredibly tight, silken passage, he flexed his hips, pumping into her.

Fuck, nothing in his life had ever felt better than this moment. He began a rhythm hoping like hell the pain she was in would only be momentary and that she could follow him out. He knew he was probably too big to have taken her in one quick thrust like that, but Lucy had a way of making him lose his head. And he’d never been a nice guy, never even pretended.

Finally, he lifted his head and growled, “Look at me, Lucy. Fucking look at me.”

She lifted her eyes, tears of pain and accusation pooling in them.

“Lift your legs,” he commanded. “Wrap them around my hips.”

She shook her head and moaned, “No, it hurts too much. Mack, please…”

“Do it now, Lucy, or so help me, I’ll make it hurt worse.”

A sobbing gasp escaped her lips and she quickly lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips. She cried out in pain, but after a moment caught onto the rhythm he’d established and began rocking with him. She clutched him tight, her face twisted in concentration.

“Good girl,” he grunted, smoothing her hair back and dropping a kiss onto her gorgeous, pouting lips. She completely ignored his praise as her body started to catch up to the program. She frowned a little, turned her head sideways and arched her back, her eyes widening in pleasure.

After a moment her gasps of pain began to turn to small moans of pleasure and the tears stopped. Soon she was clawing at his back and twisting beneath him seeking her own orgasmic pleasure. Mack was quickly learning what his girl liked and he was sure she was probably using that bite of initial pain to get herself off. He was amazed at the depths of passion Lucy was exhibiting.

Mack knew he couldn’t last long, not with Lucy writhing and moaning the way she was underneath him. Fuck, he was going to have to start tying her up if this became a regular thing, just so he could last longer. She just felt so damn good. And the way she looked… completely abandoned… her long legs wrapped around his waist, her head thrown back, her neck arched as she strained to come on his dick.

He felt her tighten, her movements more frenzied. Fuck, he wasn’t even touching her clit. She was about to go off on her own, just from having a cock inside her. A damn virgin too. She couldn’t be more perfect. She bit her lip, squinted her eyes for a moment then flung her arms over her head, yelled at the top of her lungs and orgasmed underneath him. Once she’d gotten past his initial entry she basically just used his cock like a toy. And he loved it.

Mack planted his fists on either side of her head as she drifted lazily back down from her orgasmic peak and drove into her; one, two, three more times before slamming himself deep inside her tight as fuck body and shooting his load against her cervix. He stared at her gorgeous, flushed face as he bathed her with his seed, the realization that he hadn’t worn a condom for the first time since his ex-wife, uppermost in his mind.

His next thought, that he wasn’t even a little bit upset, surprised him even more.