The front door slammed angrily behind me as I tossed my clutch on the entry table and stomped through the marble foyer in search of the man I wanted to maim. He came sauntering out of the living room, arms crossed and expression blank, like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“You sent Ian to spy on me?” I shouted, my voice bouncing off the expensive marble floors.

“You’re home early,” he snarked, completely disregarding everything I’d just said. “Must have been a boring date, huh? Not surprised seeing as he wore fuckin’ chinos. Gotta say, baby, a chinos-wearing limp dick doesn’t seem like your type.”

“Gah!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, throwing my arms wide in frustration. “You’re such a prick!” I jabbed my finger into his chest to punctuate my words as I said, “You have no idea what my type is, you stupid jerk!”

His long fingers wrapped around my wrist, holding my palm against his chest, and suddenly I was moving backward, stumbling on my heels until my back collided with the wall. “I know exactly what you’re fucking type is,” he growled through clenched teeth. His face was so close I could see his jaw ticking furiously. “I know because you burn so fuckin’ hot for me I can feel the sting on my skin when I touch you.” As if to emphasize his point, he stepped in, his body flush with mine, and ground his erection into my belly.

My mouth dropped open on a gasp. Words failed me as every ounce of blood in my body began to boil.

“See?” He grinned wickedly, bending his knees so I could feel him between my thighs, and circling his hips. “I bet if I slid my hand into your panties you’d be soaked for me. I know your type because it’s me, baby. Only me. No one else can make you feel like I do.”

“Garrett….” I wasn’t sure if I said his name as a plea to stop or keep going. I was lost to everything but his touch. It was like weeks and weeks of tension had suddenly led up to this one combustible moment. There was no stopping it. Even if I’d wanted to, I would have been powerless against it.

“You’re never seeing that fucker again. You hear me?”

I gritted my teeth together and fought against his pull. “You can’t tell me what to do,” I panted.

“That so?” His chuckle was damn near sinister right before his mouth slammed down on mine in a bruising, punishing kiss I couldn’t get enough of. My brain had officially gone into hibernation, leaving my body in complete control. Garrett’s tongue forced its way past my lips and I eagerly opened, twirling his tongue with mine viciously, tasting every inch of him I could. He wrenched his mouth from mine, leaving me whimpering and gasping for air. “Tell me you don’t want me,” he demanded. “Tell me and I’ll stop.” I fisted my hands in the soft cotton of his T-shirt to pull him back, but he was too strong. “Tell me you don’t want me to make you come over and over again, and I’ll walk away.” He thrust his denim-clad cock against me, stroking over my clit in the most intoxicating way.

“Please,” I whispered breathlessly, clawing and pulling at him. I needed closer.

“What do you want, Gwen? You want me to stop?” Oh God. I wanted to burst into tears at just the thought. If he stopped, I might very well die. “Say it,” he commanded harshly. “Tell me what you want.”

There was such a deep-seated longing that the words physically ached as they were pulled from my chest. “I want to come.”

His chest rumbled against mine with a sound so animalistic it made my breasts swell. Tingles shot from my nipples to my clit, causing a rush of arousal between my thighs.

Garrett’s eyes were so dark with lust that the grassy green was almost swallowed by black. “Who do you want to make you come?”

My brain finally reengaged, shouting, Mistake! Mistake! Mistake! My body gave her a throat punch to shut her up. “You,” I answered on an exhale.

That one simple word was all it took for Garrett’s thin control to snap. His lips crashed against mine once again as he grabbed hold of the hem of my skirt, yanking it up to my waist before cupping my ass and lifting me. My legs wrapped around his waist, my nails digging into his broad shoulders as he carried me up the stairs. It was a wonder we didn’t fall, but I was too far gone to consider safety. I fed from his mouth like a woman starving as he ascended the steps and started down the hallway. I vaguely recalled hearing the bedroom door click shut just seconds before my body flew through the air and I landed with a thud on Garrett’s plush mattress.

Before I could get my bearings, he grabbed hold of my ankle and jerked me to the edge of the bed. Propping up on my elbows, I watched with wide eyes as he dropped to his knees on the floor in front of me “What… what are you doing?”

The sound of fabric ripping sounded through the room, and I gasped as the cool air of the bedroom hit my overly-sensitized skin. “I’m gonna taste your pussy until you lose control and come all over my face. I’m going to own every fucking inch of you until you have no choice but to admit you’re mine.”

“I don’t—” I tried to sit up but his hand on my belly kept me firmly in place.

“Don’t move,” he grunted.

“But….” I’d never had a man go down on me before. Even during our one night together, that wasn’t something Garrett had done. I wasn’t sure if I’d even like it, but before I could voice my concerns, he buried his face between my legs and began to feast like it was his last meal. “Shit,” I exclaimed as his tongue darted out and took a swipe along my slit. My hips bucked as sparks of electricity shot through me. “Oh God!”

“Fuckin’ knew it.” His mouth vibrated against my folds, making my entire body tremble. “Knew you’d be drenched for me.” He licked and sucked and nipped, driving me out of my mind and causing something low in my belly to tighten. His devilish tongue circled my nub as his fingers joined in on the action, two of them thrusting into me, twisting until he hit a spot that made my back bow off the bed.

“Fuck, Garrett!” I shouted as my belly grew tighter and tighter. “I’m gonna come.”

The hand on my stomach shot up, tugging at my dress until my breasts popped free of its confines. “Give it to me.” He toyed with my nipples as he ate me, the dual sensations too much for me to control. That tightness snapped and I came with a sharp cry as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He didn’t stop, didn’t let up until I was reduced to nothing more than a quivering mess.

I finally came down from the most extreme high I’d ever experienced and blinked my eyes open, my vision hazy as I watched Garrett strip down. The sight of his cock standing at attention stole the air from my lungs.

“You want this?” He grinned devilishly as he put a knee to the bed. Leaning in, he looped an arm under me and hefted me up until my head hit the fluffy pillows. Sitting back on his knees, he divested me of the rest of my clothes, leaving me bare and vulnerable to him.

My eyes didn’t know where to look. His body was almost too much to take in—too perfect, too beautiful. “You didn’t answer my question, baby.” His voice pulled me from my reverie just as he reached down and fisted his dick, pumping up and down. My mouth went dry at the erotic sight. “You want my cock, Gwen? You want me to fuck you until you come again?”

I swallowed audibly. I couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more. But there was something I wanted to do first.

“No.”

His head jerked back like he’d just taken a hit. “No?”

“Not yet,” I told him as I climbed to my knees and bent at the waist. “It’s my turn to taste you.”

Garrett’s chest rose and fell frantically as I wrapped my fingers around his base. I brought it to my mouth and swirled my tongue around the crown, rubbing the tip of my tongue against the tiny slit before opening my mouth and taking in as much of him as I could. He was too long, too thick for me to take him all the way, but I worked my hand around the base at the same time I took him to the back of my throat.

Garrett barked out a curse as I began to bob up and down, my lips meeting my hand with each stroke. I’d never been a fan of blowjobs, but looking up and seeing the way he was watching me, the cord in his neck straining as I continued to suck and lick, was enough to make me feel invincible.

I worked him over, taking care to make it as good as possible. I wanted to drive him as crazy as he drove me. And it seemed to work, because one second I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth and the next I was on my back, staring up at a rabid-looking Garrett Wilder.

He twisted, pulling the drawer of his bedside table open and retrieving a condom. I looked on in awe as he tore it open with his teeth and slid it down his rigid length.

“Who does this belong to?” he asked, bracing on one forearm while the fingers of his other hand slipped into me.

“You,” I moaned, arching my neck.

“That’s right,” he said softly as he fingerfucked me. “This pussy’s mine. This body is mine. Everything about you belongs to me.”

“Don’t stop.” I panted and writhed beneath him, desperately chasing another release.

“You’ll come with my cock inside you.” He pulled his fingers out and brought the tip to my entrance, then slid in slowly, inch by devastating inch, until he bottomed out, stretching me until he fit perfectly. “How’s that feel, baby?”

“Full,” I whimpered. “So full.”

Garrett’s hips tipped back and he slid out just as slowly before thrusting back in. “That’s right. No one can fill you up like I can, baby.” His pace picked up. His hips began to piston in and out and I planted my feet in the mattress, lifting my own to meet each of his strokes. “You think that asshole tonight could make you feel like this?”

“Ohmigod!” I cried out, raking my nails down his back. “Stop talking.” I didn’t want to think about Steve. I didn’t want to think about the repercussions that would ultimately come in the morning. I didn’t want to think about anything. I knew I was making a mistake in that moment, but I just didn’t have it in me to care. I wanted this, needed this. It had been too long since I’d gotten off with something other than my hand.

Garrett chuckled as he continued to move, his dick stroking against my G-spot. “Tell me how you want it.”

“Harder,” I answered, grabbing his toned ass in the hopes it would spur him on. “Faster.”

“You mean like this?” Garrett pulled almost all the way out before plunging in with a flick of his hips.

I threw my head back, screwing my eyes shut. “Yes.”

“Say it, baby. Say you want me to fuck you, that you want me to make you come again.”

I opened my eyes and gazed up at him. His own were glassy, the lust shining through mirroring my own. “Fuck me, Garrett. Fuck me hard and make me come. Please.”

That was all it took. His hips slammed against mine with every thrust. It was so wonderfully punishing, so powerful, that my body began to slide up the bed. I lifted my hands and braced them against the headboard, giving myself more leverage to plunge down on him as he drove into me again and again. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he grunted with exertion. “Your pussy’s so fuckin’ perfect, baby. Fits me like a goddamn glove.”

That tightening returned in my belly, only that time it was so much more intense I actually feared my impending release.

“Too much, Garrett. Oh God. It’s too much.” But I couldn’t stop moving against him.

“It’s not,” he insisted. “Let go, Gwen. I want to hear you scream my name.”

“Shit. I’m coming. Garrett!” It crashed into me with the force of a hurricane, threatening to swallow me up. I came for what felt like an eternity. The blood rushed through my ears so loudly that I barely heard Garrett’s grunts before he finally threw his head back and shouted as he poured everything he had into the condom.

It felt like hours before I finally came back to earth. But once I did, Garrett’s weight and the strength of my orgasm rendered me immobile. Exhaustion tugged at my consciousness and I gladly succumbed to it.

I was so lost in a sleepy haze that I nearly missed it when Garrett nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck, placing a delicate kiss on my skin. And I barely heard him whisper, “Best I’ve ever had, baby. No one on the planet as good as you.”