CHAPTER 15
CINDY

My hips connected with his kitchen counter as the kissing intensified. His hands were all over me as I threaded my arms around his neck. I felt alive. On fire. Ignited with electricity and surging with pleasure. I couldn't help myself. Even though a part of me was wracked with a guilt that made me nauseous, I couldn't stop. His tongue traveled along the roof of my mouth, making my knees grow weak.

My legs gave out from underneath me as Graham’s arms tightened around my body.

I could feel his rock-hard cock pressed against me. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him. There was something about that notion that made me smile into his kiss as his hands traveled my curves. He cupped my ass and gripped my thighs, bouncing between letting me lead and taking what he wanted. He pinned me against his counter as my hands traveled down to his chest.

I could feel the swell of his strength underneath my fingertips.

His hands gripped my ass again, and I jumped against his body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands threading through his hair. My lips traveled down his neck as he carried me through his house and then closed a door behind us with his foot.

We were in his bedroom, and his hands were sliding up my shirt.

Piece by piece, we ripped our clothes off. He yanked my shirt over my head, and I fell to my knees and took his pants with me. He pulled me off the floor and tossed me onto his bed, his eyes filled with a predatory instinct.

I watched him remove his boxers, taking in the thick cock he had bouncing between his legs.

He crashed into me, our naked bodies taking in one another. I ran my hands up and down his back, caressing the chiseled muscles there. His arms were bulging with veins, and his legs were trimmed with sinewy strength. He was sin incarnate, and I couldn't get enough of him.

His lips traveled down my neck, nipping and sucking at my delicate skin. His hands were firm but gentle, holding me to his bed but not pinning me so I couldn't move. His lips wrapped around my nipples, lapping and sucking and making my thighs grow wet with want.

I spread my body open for him as he continued to travel down the length of my form.

My eyes locked with him as he dipped between my legs. That cheeky little grin spread across his face. My legs were shaking, waiting in anticipation for what was going to come next. His lips kissed my thighs and lapped up the juices already gathering on my skin.

Then, he parted my pussy folds and began to devour me.

His tongue was heavy and thick. He pressed on my clit as his beard tickled the sides of my pussy. He tossed my legs over his shoulders as my hands threaded through his tendrils, pulling him as close as I could get him. My hips rolled, and my toes curled. Moans of ecstasy and desire fell from my lips. I groaned at him. Growled at him. Allowed the animal inside of me to unleash. I could feel my pussy dripping onto his lips as he lapped me up, swallowing me down and humming at my taste.

I could feel it, that white-hot sensation in my abdomen. My heels propped up on his strong shoulders, and he raised up, bending me in half and rendering me motionless. His hands pinned my hips, and his thumbs caressed the backs of my thighs. I felt my world spinning and colliding, shattering into pieces as electricity shot through my brain. My mouth opened and my eyes screwed shut. My toes curled into his skin as his tongue pressed deep into my pussy.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to feel it.

“Yes, Graham. Yes. I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m com—”

The sound of his tongue licking my pussy was music to my ears. I shook against him, my back arching off the bed as he held me in place. My sounds of pleasure were choked off by the sheer wonder of it all, the feeling of his beard and the warmth of his tongue and the soft command of his hands.

The way he folded my body to his every whim.

My legs fell to the bed, and his lips collided with mine. I licked my arousal off his skin, his throat swallowing my moans. He crawled up the bed like a tiger stalking its prey. His muscles twitched with every movement, pulsing for me against my skin.

His body dipped between my legs, his leaking cock poised at my entrance.

“Should we—?”

I opened my eyes and found his, half-hooded with lust but still taking the time to ask.

The entire town was so very wrong about him.

“I’ve been on the pill for a while,” I said. “But if it makes you feel more comfortable—”

He cut my sentiment off as he slid into me, his cock pressing against my fluttering walls. My mouth fell open, my legs trembling as my nails dug into his back. I panted with every inch my pussy swallowed down. The place he pressed against made my vision tunnel with pleasure. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn't speak. All I could do was look into the eyes of the man I had caved to.

A man who understood a part of me no one else did.

His hand moved underneath the small of my back, tilting my hips to him. He gave me time to adjust, time to breathe and find my balance. I clung to him, my face rising up to kiss his shoulder.

I could feel his hips twitching with a want to unleash.

I rolled up into him, and he didn’t have to be told twice. His hips reared back, and he slid slowly back into me. I moaned into his skin, my nails digging into his biceps as my head fell backward.

Then, the animal inside of him was released.

He thrust into me, his cock diving in and out of my wetness. My toes ran up the backs of his legs as we breathed one another’s air. Our foreheads were connected, and he was propped up on his forearms. I cupped his cheek with my hands, trying to feel as much of him as I could. Our kisses were lazy, and our thrusts were desperate. He was pounding against my hips as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the corners of his room.

“Graham,” I said breathlessly. “Go faster.”

He dug his knees into the mattress and slammed into my body. My tits were jumping for his viewing pleasure as his lips wrapped around my nipples. His hands roamed my curves and found the dip in my waist. His grip massaged my thighs as he slid one of my legs over his shoulders. He reared up, his muscles glistening with sweat, and he pounded into me as his fingers slid between my pussy lips.

“Holy shit. Yes. Don’t stop, Graham. Oh my gosh. Yes. Oh. Oh. Oh!”

My lips began to pucker, and my toes began to curl. My face scrunched with pleasure, and my legs began to shake. His cock was throbbing against me, his fingers moving at an agonizing pace, pressing and slowly stroking as his cock moved faster and faster.

My hips lifted off the bed as I came around his cock. My head buried into the pillow below my body as his hips slammed into me. I pulled his cock deeper as my pussy clamped down around him, milking him for all he had as he growled out his approval.

I watched his jaw tremble. I felt his body jolt. My leg slid from his body, and he collapsed into me, his body hovering over mine as he filled me to the brim. Wetness leaked from between my legs as I shivered against him, spent and sweating as his lips peppered my neck with kisses.

I urged him to fall into me, to blanket my body with his throbbing muscles as we laid there on his bed.

I couldn’t stop kissing him. I couldn't stop touching him. Though his juices were spilling from me, his cock was still rock solid. I panted for air as his hands found mine, our fingers lacing together as I smiled into his neck.

He pinned my hands above my head and rose up, a fire in his eyes and a demon in his grin.

“Ready for round two?” Graham asked.

And he thrust into me before I could answer him with a “yes.”