Clarissa moaned.

Beck removed her clothes, quickly, without much fuss. She loved every minute of it, the luxurious sensation of her naked body pressing the silky linens. He pulled his shirt out of his head and flung it across the room, then continued to undress himself with swift, efficient moves.

When she faced his bare chest, she gasped. Whoa. Smooth, well defined and muscly. She could tell by his broad shoulders and large frame that Beck worked out, but his torso had so many planes and ridges, she’d need a destination map to explore.

Her gaze trailed down, and her eyes reached her hairline at the sight of his glorious, gigantic cock. She’d seen dicks before, during a couple of heavy petting sessions with a couple of guys she’d dated, away from her aunt’s claws. None of them came close to Beck’s.

“It’s all for you, baby girl,” he said in a low voice that sent shivers down her spine.

She chewed on her lower lip. God, was she up for it? He was—definitely—up for it…

He covered her body with his, the hardness of his body brushed against the softness of hers. Man and woman. A groan fled his lips, the evidence he felt it, too. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

She linked her arms around him, and lifted her head to meet his. He captured her lips in his, provoking a short-circuit in her system. Her nipples puckered, her breasts heavy and full. “Beck.” She called him between kisses.

He lowered himself on her, kissing her chin, her neck, the valley between her breasts. She sensually arched her body to him, her silent, shameless offer. Of course, Beck had other plans…

She caught a glimpse of his wicked grin when he disappeared between her legs, and nudged her thighs apart. She drew in a breath, unsure if she should let him continue or suggest they just got the first time over with.

“Relax,” he said, probably sensing her insecurity.

“I want you so much, I’m afraid I’ll let you down,” she said, hating herself for saying those words.

Beck lifted his head to face her. The moment her gaze met his, a part of her melted foolishly. Deliciously. There it was, that dangerous flick in his gorgeous eyes. The look of a man who couldn’t wait to feast on his woman.

She nodded at him.

He descended between the V of her thighs again, and French kissed her pussy.

A shot of arousal, stronger than the one from before, traveled through her bloodstream. He flicked her clit with his thumb, and a succession of moans fled her mouth. God. He ravished her in the most carnal and intimate way a man could a woman.

She remembered when she watched a cable movie with Aunt once, and the actors suggested oral sex. The mere suggestion had her aunt shake her head and change the channel until the scene had changed. Back then, in her early teens, Clarissa had wondered why the bitter woman made such a big deal.

Now, she knew. Beck lapped his tongue at her, licking her wet folds without mercy, as his thumb teased her clit. She squirmed under his touch, moving her head from side to side because stillness wasn’t an option. Not when extraordinary sensations filled her to the max.

“Beck… this… is… oh.” She tried to string words together, but he intensified the playing with her bundle of nerves until the pressure built so much it exploded inside her, within her, though her.

She called his name, moaning, feeling like some sort of adult star actress after finishing a coveted scene. His touch on her made her sexy, cherished, passionate. He stood up, and rolled a condom on his cock.

He covered her again. She wrapped her legs around him, ready to welcome him. He placed the tip of his cock near her entrance, and the simple contact belted a wave of desire through her. “I’ll be as slow as possible.”

She squeezed his shoulders. “Slow only makes me want you to go fast.”

He kissed her nose. He began to thrust into her, and her oxygen suddenly was in short supply. He peppered kisses on her cheeks, forehead and at last, lips. She guessed he did so to divert the discomfort of his deepening thrust. When he drove himself past her breach, a sharp ache stabbed her.

“How are you doing?” he asked, and stopped any movement.

She glanced at him. He offered her a grin, but the contours of his face hardened, his eyes dilated. Obviously, he tried to exercise his self-control—even a newbie like her understood.

She’d never experienced this… fullness before. Her slick walls stretched, adjusting to him. At last, he moved again, withdrawing himself from her. Did he change his mind?

She parted her lips to speak, then he surprised her by plunging into her, this time making her pussy throb in a different way than it had when he broke her hymen. She bit her fingers into his shoulders, bringing him closer, and loving having him inside her.

“You’re so tight, baby. I’ll try to go all the way in.”

All the way in? “I thought you already were.”

He chuckled. “Off by a few inches. Almost there. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He slid his hand down to her pussy, and began teasing her clit again. Her shoulders sagged on the mattress. A moan of pure delight fled her lips, and he withdrew again, to return into her quickly—he filled her more. Deeper. Harder.

He hissed out. “Fuck yeah.”

Sweat slicked his forehead, arms and legs. She scratched his back each time he thrust into her. The pain gave way to pleasure, to the electrifying awareness of him. He intensified the flicks on her clit, his strokes in tandem with how he drove himself inside her sex. She felt the same pressure from earlier returning—starting in her core, then soon bubbling and bursting through the rest of her body. Overwhelmed, she let the powerful waves of climax ride her, her body quivering.

He increased the pace, and soon he gave her one last, powerful plunge as he threw his head back and groaned.

For a while, they remained silent, their limbs entangled. She played with his hair, enjoying the after-sex bliss. He was still inside her, and she didn’t want him to move. She knew he had to—to dispose of the condom, of course. Yet, the nearness to him was addictive.

“I feared this would happen,” he said, breaking the silence.

“What?”

He propped himself on his elbows and stared at her. His eyes seemed… kinder. “We’d have sex, and I’d no longer be mad at you.”

“Do you think this was part of a coldly executed plan to make you forget everything else?”

“I don’t know. I do think being with you makes me forget everything else,” he said, and her heart sung in response.

“Then we should forget together. For as long as we can.”

“I’m home,” Beck announced as he walked into his apartment. For the past three weeks, he’d become more eager to make home in a reasonable hour than he’d ever been. Clarissa had a penchant for over-the-top reality shows and she tended to leave her hair products scattered all over his bathroom countertop. So far, those were the only downsides of having her around.

He bit back a smile. A few bridal magazines crowded the coffee table. In a week, they’d get married in a church. Her father had insisted on it, and Clarissa and his mother had planned the ceremony together.

“You’re early,” she said, coming from the bedroom. She had on a white robe, and her hair fell on luscious waves down her shoulders.

“I missed you,” he said, pulling her to himself.

She hugged him and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his chin. “Hhhhmmm…”

He opened her robe, and slid it off her tempting body.

“I was going to cook dinner.”

“We can order in.”

She flashed him a delicious smile. God, how had he come to be addicted to this woman… Smart, determined, and sexy as fuck.

Clarissa embodied the need he never thought he’d had.

He braced her against the wall, and kissed her hard, their tongues melding and swirling together. The past weeks, he’d screwed her many times like this—immediately after work, with her naked and he, fully dressed, against the wall or leaning into some furniture.

She touched him, her hands hovering around his chest. “You did miss me,” she said, as his hard-on pressed against her bare flesh.

He shouldn’t give her so much control as to tell her his emotions. Growing up, he always preferred to preserve them rather than expose them. She brought a side of him that just didn’t care.

“I think you should be recompensed for all your hard work.”

She turned around and slammed him against the wall, then lowered herself on his body until she kneeled in front of him. She unzipped and pulled down his pants, and he moaned. Clarissa hadn’t needed much lessons to become a pro at oral sex.

She brought him into her mouth and touched him simultaneously.

“Oh yeah… You suck so good.”

He shoved his hand into her hair, and pulled her in and out of his mouth. He loved fucking her mouth, as his hard balls slapped her chin. She planted her hands on his hips, wanting more, wanting to drink his seed like she had so many other times.

His gut clenched. “Fuck. Baby, I’m coming in your mouth.”

Ripples of pleasure swirled through his body until they exploded into a glorious tsunami. His body shook, and he spilled himself into her warm mouth as she took all of it, eagerly.

He breathed unevenly, focusing on staying upright when she massaged his balls. Never had a woman aroused him at such a carnal level. She stood up, and the mischievous gleam in her hazel eyes ignited a fire in his chest.

“Turn around, gorgeous. It’s time to see how wet you are for me.”

She did as told, propping her elbows on the back of the sofa. He nudged her thighs apart and inserted a couple of fingers in her cunt. She let out a sexy moan and undulated her hips. He’d come to know her body and her preferences.

Seducing a virgin had never appealed to him, yet in their case, he couldn’t take the credit. She’d seduced him, and he’d been unable to resist.

Beck added one more finger and teased her, his fingers sliding in and out of her soaking wet center. She whimpered, her tits shaking because of her movement.

Soon, he found himself hardening again. He plunged his cock inside her, and they both moaned in tandem. That feeling of utter completion the moment they joined never got old.

“Yes.”

He moved inside her, draping over her to caress her breasts. He licked her neck, cupping her breasts. “You’re so hot, baby.” She was. She’d just swallowed his cum, and there she was, squirming, all soft and warm and inviting.

She banged her hips into him, and soon they were moving in the same rhythm, faster, deeper. “This is so good, babe. Does it ever stop being so good?” she asked as he pounded her hot pussy.

“Never,” he said, but what he meant to respond was, not with them. Her moans announced her orgasm, and with a last, powerful thrust he spilled himself inside her. He was falling for her. And he loved fucking her. He made the silent vow to fuck her until his last breath.