I fumble with my keys as I attempt for the third time to unlock my front door.

I need to take a deep breath and slow the fuck down.

The key finally slides into the lock and it clicks open. Relief mixed with anticipation floods through me. I grab Abby’s hand and pull her roughly into the foyer, causing her to stumble next to me.

Slow down.

I’ve got to chill out or this is going to be a disaster for her and I can’t have that. I have no idea how she’s getting to me so thoroughly, but I stopped questioning it the second I started playing with her wet cunt. I run my fingers through my hair. She nearly drove me crazy in the restaurant. She’d been so hot and needy and desperate. And wet, so, so wet. The essence of her had seeped into my skin somehow, making me stupid and rash. I’d hoped the car ride to the house would have cooled me down. But no such luck. I’m desperate to get in her.

I take another deep breath.

I need to get a grip so I can do right by her. This isn’t about me, or my pleasure, it’s about her. I need to provide her with an experience she’ll never forget. Coming all over her is a happy byproduct.

Control shaky at best, I turn to face her. “You ready, Abby?”

She nods, and sucks in a stuttering little breath while her gaze darts around the room. The thinking has probably started again, but I can put an end to that. I wrap a hand around her neck and let my thumb trail over her bottom lip. She has the softest mouth. I lean down, capturing her, kissing her slow and deep. I mean to put her at ease, but the second my lips settle on hers, she plasters herself along the length of me.

Good intentions and reason fly out the window.

On a low growl, I back her up until she hits the foyer table. With no preamble, I yank her dress over her thighs and set her bare assed on the tabletop. She lets out a small gasp and I wrench the stretchy fabric of her dress—that has taunted me all night—down her shoulders to her elbows, exposing her breasts.

Before I can get a good look at her, she wraps those killer legs around my waist and squeezes, drawing me closer. Breath ragged, she clutches my waist and arches her hips. On a moan she writhes under me.

She’s a natural. And she’s driving me crazy with all her unrestrained lust.

Devouring her, unable to help myself, I grind my erection against her clit.

Jesus, I have to slow down. This is not the plan.

My intention was to take her upstairs, strip her naked and lay her out on my king-size bed before making her mindless with passion. I’d planned on teasing her, drawing out her pleasure until she couldn’t stand it any longer.

Since she showed up at my house last night, nothing has gone according to my plans and I can see fucking her isn’t going to be any different. But I’m sure as hell going to make it memorable.

Releasing her mouth, I draw in a harsh breath, peering down at her. I cover her black lacy demi-cut bra, my fingers running along the smooth flesh spilling over the cups. I trace the seam, resting on the clasp for a fraction of a second before flicking it open. Peeling away the fabric, I groan at the most fantastic set of breasts I’ve ever seen.

I want to fall to my knees and worship them. Awed, I can only shake my head. “My god.”

I run my fingertips over her puckered nipples, and her back bows. I roll them between my thumb and forefinger, watching the play of emotions across her face—lust, surprise, pleasure.

“Oh.” Her whisper is full of wonder.

She definitely likes that, so I repeat the motion with a little more force, and she rewards me by bucking against my straining erection. “You’re gorgeous.”

Her eyes fly open, and a small furrow mars her brow. “No.”

“Yes you are.” I pinch her nipples, tugging.

Her lashes flutter closed and her head drops back. “Let’s not talk.”

There’s that insistence again, and I tuck it away for later, because now is not the time. I increase both tempo and pressure, until her neck arches. Sweat breaks out across my skin as she places her hands in back of her on the table, forcing her breasts to thrust into my hands.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She’s greedy now.

All this eager, abandoned responsiveness is enough to drive me well past the edge of control, but I’m not giving up yet. I squeeze the hard buds and hold. “I can see I’m going to need these perfect tits on display all the time so I can play with them whenever I want.”

In response, she grinds her pussy along my shaft. By her expression, the fabric of my pants must be working magic on her overheated flesh because she really rolls into me now.

I grit my teeth as my grasp of coherent thought continues to fray. “Understood?”

When she doesn’t answer, I release one nipple, yank her hips to the edge of the end table and smack her ass. “Understood?”

Eyes squeezed tight, she gasps. “Do that again, please.”

Holy shit, I’m done.

The muscles in my jaw work as I fight the urge to shove my cock into her wet cunt. I squeeze her nipple at the base before pulling up to the tip, repeating the stroke as I slap the top curve of one firm cheek.

“Yes,” she murmurs, face flush, lips open.

Blood races through my veins as my pulse hammers.

I find myself praying for restraint.

Over and over, in synchronized movements, I spank and pull and pinch, until I’m panting as hard as she is, every muscle taut from the effort.

Head falling against my shoulder, she mindlessly whispers, “More.”

In response to her breathy cries, my balls tighten. Cock aching, I drip pre-cum. I need to maintain control. Jaw tight, I stop, staring past her at my gray wall.

She gasps and shudders against me. “Don’t stop.”

Counting to five to compose myself, I rub her back. “Shhhh, you’ll like this. You are going to come, Abby, right here, right now.”

She nods, and my chest gives a little squeeze at her trust. I’m going to make this good for her. I’m going to give her exactly what she wants, and I’m not going to stop until she’s boneless. I push her back so she rests against the wall.

I dip into my pocket and pull out a couple of condoms, tossing them on the table next to her thigh, before stripping my shirt over my head. She watches, licking her lips like a hungry little cat as I unbuckle my pants and release my cock.

She lets out a soft whimper.

I grit my teeth, grasping the leaking head between my thumb and forefinger, to suppress the need to come.

It doesn’t do much good, but it’s something.

I slide my hand along her wet pussy, clenching my jaw as she jerks into my palm. I spread her open, stepping between her legs and encircling her waist. Face flushed, she peers up at me, trusting and open. Beautiful. I glide my cock along her clit, tugging her hips until she’s flush against me, able to feel every stroke.

Lashes flutter closed, her head drops back against the wall, and she gets lost in her own little world. Needing her to pay attention, I grip her neck, lifting her so we’re eye level. “Abby.”

Her lids snap open and confusion flashes across her face. “What’s wrong?”

“I want you to squeeze those gorgeous thighs around my waist, and rub that wet pussy along my cock.”

“But…but…aren’t you going to…” Her voice trails off.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you. But not yet.”

She blinks, nibbling on her full lower lip. She tries to shift, but I hold her so tight she ends up stroking the hard bundle of nerves along the underside of my cock.

The pleasure is so intense I wince.

“Oh!” Her eyes go wide as the light of comprehension dawns.

“There you go.” She understands and I only hope I survive. Cupping her breasts in my hands, I lean down and lick.

She arches, sliding against my erection.

We both moan. It’s perfect. Too perfect.

This might not have been my brightest idea, but I’m committed.

I abrade the hard peaks with my tongue, teasing her with a light suction that has her pumping her hips. Nipples nice and wet, I lift my head and murmur, “Don’t let go.”

* * *

I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.

This night is everything my fantasies have always promised and I’m going to give into every minute. Everything he does feels so good and I’m crazy with the pleasure of it.

Each new thing he introduces is like a mini wonder and I can’t get enough.

Lukas releases his hold on my waist and pinches both my nipples hard before pulling up. Sensation, hot and intense, ricochets through me.

Unable to stay still, I jerk. My swollen clit rubs along his shaft, and when I squeeze my thighs like he says, it adds another layer of sensation.

It’s so good. I’m greedy for more. Greedy for everything he can give me.

“Come on, work those hips.” He presses his forehead into mine as our wet, slippery skin slides together.

I grip his back, wanting closer. My nails dig into his skin and I lose myself in a wave of lust and desire.

I never doubted sex could be like this. In my heart I knew, I just didn’t think it would happen to me.

I’m so glad I’m wrong. Action. That’s the key.

Releasing his hold on one of my breasts, he reaches down and smacks my ass.

“Oh yes, more.” I moan. It’s so much better than I dreamed. The heated pleasure-filled pain exceeds all my fantasies. It’s indescribable. I could get addicted to it.

He spanks me again.

I go a little mad, arching my hips, rubbing my clit frantically along the head of his cock.

Later I’ll be embarrassed. Later I’ll think about everything, but for now…oh, now I want it all. I want more. Dirtier. Rougher. Asking for what I want has worked so far, and I’m not about to stop now. I moan. “Harder…please…harder.”

He delivers. Oh god does he.

Five hard, rapid blows.

My eyes water as heat radiates from my burning skin. All the sensations crest, rolling over me, as pressure coils tight. I chase it, seeking it out. Bright, pleasure shakes my thighs.

I rock into him.

He slides over me.

I break, shattering into a million pieces. My core convulses and spasms with such force a cry rips from my throat.

“That’s it.” Lukas growls, a low, primal sound that sets off another wave of contractions.

On a harsh groan, he pulls away, prying my legs from his waist and grabbing a condom. As tiny fissions of sensation spark over my skin I can only stare as he tears the foil package with his teeth. With expert hands, he rolls the latex down his hard cock, and before I can process my surroundings, the room swings as he drags me to the floor.

I hold my breath, my chest squeezing as I wait for his entry. The aftershocks from the first orgasm I’ve ever had are still contracting when he slides down my body, and between my thighs. Before I can wonder what he’s doing, his tongue buries deep in my pussy.

“No!” The word is shouted in surprise, as I’m so sensitive his touch borders on painful.

In response, his mouth clamps around my clit, the suction hard and ferocious.

Almost unbearable, I try to move away from his voracious mouth, digging my heels into the floor, fighting for leverage. He flings an arm across my hips, holding me in place, feasting on me as though he’s a starving man. I squirm and writhe, the fabric of the carpet rubbing along my back. A lightning bolt of pleasure shoots through me, sharp and unexpected. I scream as my back bows off the carpet.

Not letting up his assault, he plunges two fingers high and hard inside me, pumping in time to the movement of his mouth. Out of nowhere, a violent orgasm tears through me. A low, guttural moan escapes as my hips grind, wanton against his face.

With a vicious curse, he moves up my body, giving me no chance to rest or gather my thoughts. He kisses me hard, his tongue stroking into my mouth, making me crazy. I can taste and smell myself everywhere. It should be humiliating. It should cool me. But it does none of those things.

Instead, I get lost in it, throwing my arms around his neck and devouring him in a wet, dirty kiss.

When we finally break apart, we both pant for breath. I’m slick with sweat, and he’s not in any better shape. The sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones combine with the dark passion in his eyes, making his face primitive and dangerous.

Eyes locked on mine, he rises to his knees, tilts my hips, and drives hard and high inside me.

I cry out at the force as I slide against the carpet.

He yanks me back, stilling, before brushing a lock of hair from my cheek. “Abby, you’re so tight.”

I nod.

After long, excruciating moments, my muscles ease and I adjust to his invasion.

Moaning, he begins to move. His hips circle as he grinds his pelvis over my ultrasensitive clit with each stroke.

He’s slow, methodical, creating an unexpected ache. Over and over, he rotates his lean hips. Building my pleasure. On his next thrust, I keen as my body jolts with that upward climb.

He growls, picking up his tempo. Frustrated my dress restrains my arms, and I’m unable to touch him, I twist beneath him. Pinned down, I can’t deny my helplessness increases my desire. Pleasure, sharp as a knife, makes my muscles clench around his thick cock.

“Good girl.” He shifts, moving over me so his chest abrades my nipples.

“Harder.” My cry is breathless.

He complies, driving me.

The sweat drips off both our bodies.

“Come again.”

I want to, so badly, but as I strain to reach it, it slips farther from my grasp. “I can’t.”

“Yes. You can.” His voice is harsh above me.

“I-I…” I sputter, unable to form a complete sentence.

“Tell me to fuck you.”

At his words, my body pulses but I don’t tip over the edge.

His hips piston fast and furious, and I rise to meet his punishing thrusts.

He rumbles something low and unintelligible. Then the room spins as he flips us over so I’m sprawled on top of him. He jerks my dress the rest of the way down my arms so it bunches around my waist, and frees me. I plant my hands on his chest to steady myself.

A hard, sharp blow lands full on my ass. Shocking and thrilling me. Yes, this is what I need.

“Say it,” he orders. “Tell me to fuck you.”

The words won’t leave my throat. He delivers a rapid series of slaps that mixes with the fiery burn from before, amplifying the sensations. Wanton, I throw my hips back into his waiting palm, slamming down on his cock.

He grips my hips, helping me along. “Yes, work that cunt.”

Yes. I chase the building pleasure.

He smacks me again. “Say it.”

My body clamps around him and the words rip from my throat. “Fuck me.”

I can’t decide if they’re hot or embarrassing, but it doesn’t matter because my thoughts scatter as he rolls us back over.

Without breaking contact, he pounds into me, driving me higher and higher until I shatter, my vision dimming as a climax crashes over me in never-ending waves.

Above me, Lukas lets out a guttural shout, his hips pumping in release.

It goes on and on, both of us moving helplessly together until we collapse in a boneless, tangled heap.

I stare up at the white ceiling, my chest heaving as I pant for breath.

So that was sex, huh?

I’m definitely going to want to do it again. As much as possible.

At least until he decides to move on.