“Nobody is stopping anything,” I say.

I gaze into his eyes and love the dangerous heat I see reflected there.

“Damn Maggie…I need you to tell me this is okay,” he says hoarsely. “I need to hear you say that you want me as much as I need you.”

He tweaks my nipple into a stiff, aching peak while his tongue ravages my mouth. I whimper in part agony, part ecstasy at his bold touch. His roughness turns me on more than any gentle caress could.

I’m unable to fight what is charging at me like a herd of bulls, and I’m quickly losing it. He wants to drive me straight out of my mind, and it’s working. It’s obvious there’s no going back now.

Not that I want to.

I’m gripped by an insatiable craving to feel the raw hunger of Toby that I know is simmering right below the surface. To surrender to his dominance.

With no stopping and no holding back.

I want him this way.

Wild and powerful.

Overcome by my undeniable responses, I have no plans of running tonight.

He rocks his hardness against my hip, and the carnal gesture triggers a flood of heat to soak my panties. My hands clutch his head as his lips lower to seal around my nipple and suck with insistent tugs. Nothing has ever felt so good as his soft hair touching my skin while his mouth teases my breast.

His hands cup beneath my ass, half-lifting me off the bed as he reaches for the band of his sweatpants that I’m wearing.

“As good as my clothes look on you, they’re coming off now,” he warns.

In a single wrench, he tugs the sweatpants off and then my panties before tossing them onto the floor. His hand moves down over my waxed mound and between my legs. Finding my clit, he rubs it in a circular motion.

“You like that?” he rasps with his lips against my ear. “Your skin is so soft and warm. Are you wet for me?”

I nod feverishly, and he slides a finger into my dripping pussy. Gasping, I buck and writhe against his hand.

“Oh yes, you are,” he groans against my mouth. “So wet…and tight.”

He shoves in a second finger, and my muscles tighten around him as he finger-fucks me slowly, then faster.

“If you keep doing that, baby, I’ll be ramming my cock into your hot pussy long before you’re ready,” he warns.

“I’m ready now,” I cry.

“No words have ever sounded sweeter,” he murmurs in that deep voice of his that grips my insides every time.

Toby knows what I want.

What I need.

It could’ve been minutes since I burst into his bedroom. It could’ve been hours. I’ve lost track of time.

All that matters is now.

He grabs the corner of the sheet and throws it off the bed so we won’t get tangled up then settles his lower body in the cradle between my thighs. My fingers dig into his muscular shoulders as he braces his tattooed arms on either side of me, his knee nudging my legs far apart.

I feel the head of his thick, long cock rubbing against my thigh. I moan deeply and arch my back, stunned by how desperately I want this man.

Toby swears beneath his breath as he hesitates. “Shit! Almost forgot the condom,” he says before quickly reaching into the bedside table and pulling one out. In two seconds, he has it unrolled on his cock and is back between my legs.

“Maggie,” he whispers huskily against my lips. “I need to be inside you now.”

I feel him position the tip of his cock at my opening and I hold my breath. Just as I thought the waiting would drive me insane, Toby flexes his hips and takes me in one body-splintering power thrust. As he slides in to the hilt, stretching and filling me, I gasp at the sweet-hot pleasure.

“Oh fuck!” he says hoarsely, holding perfectly still to give me time to adjust to his thickness. The pleasure of Toby settling deep inside me is intense. A single shudder sweeps through his body, and I can see every muscle standing out in his arms and shoulders. His grimace tells me that he is holding on tight to self-restraint.

“So good,” he murmurs in my ear as he starts to plunge, his movements precise and solid hard.

Not trusting myself to speak, I tell him what I want and need with my body, locking my legs around his sides tightly while my hips writhe beneath him, urging him on. I hear him mutter another harsh expletive before slowly moving.

I reach up to fist his thick hair. He groans roughly when I tug harder, mirroring my hunger for him with his next round of thrusts.

I can’t hold back my sounds of pleasure. Each time he bottoms out, it makes me squirm and moan beneath him.

“You’re making me insane,” he says through clenched teeth.

He cups my swollen breasts with both hands, fondling the flesh and teasing the tips until they tingle and burn with pleasure.

I close my eyes and feel his touch everywhere.

I can’t tell where my body ends and his begins. We’re joined together perfectly and completely. We both need this, to lose ourselves hopelessly in each other. We cling to each other like there’s no tomorrow.

“Don’t stop,” I beg.

I’m close to climax, closer still when I hear his hot, rough breaths in my ear. He tweaks my nipple with such force that I gasp. Angling his hips, he thrusts deeper, igniting the fire raging within me. I buck my hips up to allow him to go even further, which pushes him over the edge. He grunts, the controlled, graceful slides of his thrusts turning ferocious and erratic.

I let out a cry and stiffen, my muscles clenching tightly around him as wave after wave of pleasure engulfs me. An instant later, Toby cums with me.

We don’t move for a long time and I lay there beneath him, loving the feel of his strong back underneath my fingertips while he supports his weight with his elbows on either side of me. With his chest heaving raggedly, he touches my forehead with his.

“You’re fucking unbelievable,” Toby says when our breathing slows to a normal rate. “Not even five minutes and you’ve got me hard and ready to go again.”