answering heat in my belly, despite my fear. Thankfully, he distracted me, stroking and caressing my body with his rough hands. I let my head fall back as he started to ravage my throat.
“Melissa . . . fuck . . . I can’t wait.”
He fell to his knees and pulled my panties to the side, sliding his tongue up and all over my bare pussy lips. I gasped and grabbed his shoulders, holding on for dear life. The sensual onslaught was unrelenting. All the other times Nick had touched me, there had been a gentleness to his touch, a level of restraint. Not today. Not now.
Nick was like a wild animal finally released from his cage.
Right now, he was fucking me relentlessly with his tongue, and I could not believe how much I liked it.
“Spread your legs. Wider,” he demanded, his breath fanning my exposed pussy. I did as he told me to, widening my stance. We were mere feet from the elevator doors behind us. It was broad daylight, the sun barely beginning to set. It felt perverse, but there was nothing on earth that could have stopped either one of us.
I nearly fell backward as he pulled my clit into his mouth and started sucking on it, hard. His tongue flicked against the tender nub and I cried out. He let go of my hips to slip a finger inside me.
“Too tight. Fuck. Open up that pussy for me,” he growled. Then I was lifted up and deposited over the arm of one of the couches. I felt him lower himself behind me and spread my cheeks. He dragged my panties down to my knees and dove into me face first.
“That’s it, come for me,” he said, working me with his tongue and lips and fingers. He slipped a second finger inside me and I whimpered in need. “I’m a lot bigger than this. You need to relax . . . fuck!”
I rocked my hips against his hand as he fingered me. It felt so good. But there was a sense of urgency I had never felt from Nick before. And it felt extremely filthy to have him behind me, seeing me from that angle.
Seeing all of me, for better or worse.
Not that I wanted him to stop, either. I wanted this. I wanted him inside me. Even though I was extremely worried that he wouldn’t fit.
If he couldn’t fit . . . would he break up with me? A man couldn’t possibly want to stay with a girl who couldn’t take him inside her, right? I closed my eyes and started to pray that it would work, that my body would somehow stretch to take him in. I’d wanted him to want me. But if he couldn’t fit, that would be the end of us.
I gripped the edge of the couch and closed my eyes.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Nick
Heaven and hell are the same place . . .
I grimaced as Melissa clamped down on my fingers. It was the second orgasm I’d given her since I started. And I still couldn't get a third finger inside her.
Seeing her from behind like this . . . it was beyond anything I’d imagined. She looked so hot bent over, her gorgeous legs spread wide for me, her bare pussy and ass served up on a platter just for me.
I had to try. I couldn't wait any longer. My body took over, bringing me to my feet. I was still dressed. I just took my dick out and rubbed it against her.
Goddamn, she felt way too fucking good! My cock had never been happier. And I wasn’t even inside her yet.
Her slick, puffy lips felt like paradise against my tip as I inserted it between her outer lips. I grunted as her slick walls hugged me. I was barely an inch inside. But she was still the best thing I’d felt in my entire fucking life. By about a million.
She flexed her gorgeous hips instinctively and I moaned. She had no idea what she was doing to me. I had to grip her hard to hold her still. I nearly lost control and plunged myself into her.
Slow and steady. Control yourself. You're not an animal.
But I was an animal. I just wanted to take. I wanted to take everything she had and give her everything I had, too. I needed to unleash the beast inside me.
I pushed forward slightly, unable to stop the primitive tempo that was starting to take hold. I wanted