She was bucking against his body, twisting closer, needing more of his heat, his carnal promise. Lust was like a demon that possessed her now, filled her with erotic images, destroying her body with the sensual pleasure washing over it.

Finally, he tore his lips from hers, staring down at her, his eyes almost black with emotion and lust as she felt the broad head of his erection touch her slick, cream-coated cunt.

Terrie stilled, her arms straining at her bonds as she watched him in anticipation.

“Slow and easy first,” he growled.

He pressed against the soft folds of her pu**y, the broad head of his c**k parting them, sliding against them as he paused at her vaginal entrance. He was hot and thick, tempting her, teasing her with the invasion to come. His hand reached down, moving his shaft against the sensitive flesh, running it through the thick cream that coated her.

“Jesse.” She couldn’t halt the plea that escaped her lips.

He didn’t answer her, but she felt her breath whoosh from her throat as his c**k nudged into the entrance. She could feel him parting her, stretching her already. It had been so long since she had known the touch of a man. She hadn’t had sex with Thomas since just a few months after their marriage. She knew she would be tight, and his c**k was broad, and more than willing to stretch the sensitive tissue there.

He pressed in tighter, retreated, then worked the head of his shaft into her again. He repeated the sensual movements, parting her greedy flesh, stretching her as she groaned and arched into the invasion.

“So hot and tight,” he whispered. “I want to enjoy each minute it takes to work my c**k into you to the hilt, Terrie.” His words had her cunt clenching on the bulging head of his erection. “Oh yeah, baby, clench that sweet cunt on me. Fight it. Make it better, Terrie. So much better.”

His expression was a tight grimace of pleasure as he worked against the further tightening. She did as he bid, tightening on him, milking his c**k as he worked another inch inside her. It was the most erotic act she had ever endured. Fighting the invasion of his hot lance as he forced his way in further.

Her hips jerked, bucked, her pu**y rained its moisture over him, heating them, creating a gliding friction that was making her insane. His hands tightened on her hips, his muscles tightening as she watched through eyes half closed. His control was slipping. She could feel it. She tightened her muscles on him again, straining to force him out when everything inside her wanted him deeper.

The sensual lash of heated pressure inside her vagina was killing her. A sharp burning bite as he pressed in deeper, not even half his c**k had worked its way inside her. Her thighs strained as she fought the entrance, her cries whispering past her throat now as the pleasure rocked her body.

His hands clenched on her hips, perspiration glistening on his flesh as he gritted his teeth. She rolled her hips against the hard, straining penis that rocked inside her.

Her scream shattered the thick, sensually charged atmosphere as his control snapped. He thrust hard and heavy inside her, burying his c**k to the hilt as her muscles quivered around him, tightened and fought to accept the broad length suddenly filling it.

Terrie felt the warning tremors of her climax pulsing in her vagina. The hot, hard burn, the pinch of pain. The flaring intensity of the pleasure was too much for her body to fight against. The hard, milking contractions on his c**k were too much for Jesse to fight.

His elbows were braced at her shoulders as his hips began to move. His shaft retreated, only to return in a heavy, invading thrust that had her arching to him, twisting against him. Her body was no longer her own, but was controlled only by the hard, driving thrusts that rocked her, filled her world with a pleasure she knew would destroy her.

Deep, penetrating, stretching her to her limits, his c**k thrust in and out, driving her to a pinnacle of such unbelievable pleasure she was screaming out for her release. Fire assailed her quaking pu**y, tightened it, milked his c**k until she exploded with such intensity that she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t fight the mind-boggling sensations as her orgasm raced through her body.

She was distantly aware of Jesse lunging powerfully inside her again and again, then his cry joined hers. She felt another rippling climax tear through her as she felt the hot, hard blasts of his se**n spurting inside her gripping flesh.

His lips were at her neck, caressing her flesh, hard male growls of pleasure echoing in her ears as he shuddered over her. Pulsing mini-explosions rippled over her body, through her cunt, as she trembled through the last of her powerful climax.

She was gasping for breath now, her flesh sensitized, covered with an invisible film of ultra-sensitive nerve endings that caused her body to shudder with each ragged breath that pressed her tighter against him. Weak, spent, she collapsed long moments later, dazed and uncertain as she never had been in her life.

Chapter Six

What had he done? Jesse lifted himself from Terrie’s spent, damp body and moved gingerly to her side as he stared down at her. Her eyes were closed, her breathing still hard, heavy. The little gold ring at her nipple trembled as she shuddered again.

Jesse sighed in self-disgust as he moved to release her from the silken bonds he had tied her with. He had lost his mind and his control, something he had never done before. The minute he had seen her eyes flash with heat, her ni**les poking against his shirt, all common sense had fled. He had taken her with few preliminaries. So intent on sinking his c**k inside her that nothing else had mattered.

He had broken one of his own strongest rules. Complete agreement. Complete surrender and submission from her. Complete control from him. He had taken her hard, hot, without control, reveling in her heated struggles and the hot lust in her eyes.

She didn’t move as he released her, but her eyes opened the barest bit as she watched him untie her feet. He kept a careful eye on those feet. They could be lethal when she was pissed. And she had every reason to be pissed.

“So what now?” He stared down at her, wondering if, despite the pleasure, he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.

She arched her brow. The slow, deliberately mocking move had him carefully hiding a wince. He moved back from the end of the bed carefully as her legs shifted lazily.

“You have got to be the least romantic man I have ever laid my eyes on,” she sighed. “Don’t you have to go to work or something? I want to sleep.”

He cleared his throat. “I took the morning off.”

“Why?” She frowned at him. Jesse had a feeling she was well aware of the fact that he was trying to figure out just how pissed she was. She was deliberately keeping her expression only mildly curious, giving him no hint to her feelings.