ignoring the column of male flesh jutting from between his thighs. It was long and thick, roped with veins, and so flushed with blood it was nearly purple. The glans was large and flaring and seemed to pulse when he fisted the condom down his length.
That part of him was gorgeous too. In a blatant, unabashedly male way.
Hell, even his testicles, large and heavy and pulled up tight beneath the thick base of his shaft were—
Whoa, Nelly. All thought fled her head because suddenly he was there. Standing between her spread thighs and using his thumb to bend himself toward her waiting entrance.
“Scoot to the very edge,” he instructed hoarsely, his eyes nearly black with passion.
She didn’t hesitate to comply, propping one heel on a drawer handle and the other on the seat of the chair sitting next to the desk.
“So soft and pretty,” he said, stroking his flaring head through her juices, coating himself and the latex covering him. He stopped for a moment to gently slap his plump glans against her throbbing clitoris before he finally—glory be and hallelujah!—disappeared the tiniest bit inside her.
“Lord, yesss,” she hissed, her body grabbing at him, sucking at him. Her hiss turned into a groan when he refused to stroke deeper. Frowning, she hooked her heels behind his ass to drag him closer. She needed to be filled. Stretched. Completed.
“Slow, Maddy,” he gritted between his teeth. “The first time only happens once. I wanna see it all. Experience it all. Watch, Maddy. Watch us.”
And despite her thundering heart and struggling lungs, she looked down to see him slowly, ever so slowly, impale her. His shaft looked huge between her thighs, deeply hued compared to her blushing pink.
Oh, Jesus, help me. She’d been with three men—which isn’t zero, no matter what he says—but nothing had prepared her for this. For him. Because she was rather small and he was rather large and—
Oh, oh, oh!
Inch by incredible inch he pressed deeper, spread her wider, filled her up until there was no part of her he wasn’t touching. And then, with a grunt and forceful jab against the resistance of her body, he seated himself to the hilt.
Holy hell, she’d done it. She’d taken all of him.
But just barely…
His hot head smashed against her cervix, making her belly feel full and achy. Her channel was stretched until the pleasure bordered on pain. She felt like she deserved a trophy. Or at least a high five.
“So tight,” Bran whispered, his chest heaving.
A drop of sweat rolled down the side of his tan neck, pooling in the hollow above his collarbone. She wanted to lean forward and lick it away, take a bit of his salty, male essence inside her. But she couldn’t move. She barely dared to breathe.
“Y’okay?” he asked, hooking a finger beneath her chin and forcing her to meet his eyes. They were sparkling and dark, half-lidded and lazy. Bedroom eyes. Hubba, hubba.
“J-just go s-slow at first,” she panted. “I need t-to—”
“Anything,” he whispered, catching her mouth in a blindingly sensual kiss. “Anything you want, Maddy.”
And then he began to move.
Just a bit. Just a subtle stroke that slid his shaft an inch out and then back in. Maddy was suddenly aware of nerve endings she hadn’t known existed. All of her was touched by him, caressed by him, seemingly surrounded by him even though she was the one holding him inside.
“Again,” she said, opening her mouth wider for his kiss, opening her legs wider for his cock.
“As many times as you want,” he promised, stroking again. Again and again and again. Each one a little longer. Each one a little harder. Each one better than the one before until Maddy lost the ability to see. Lost the ability to hear. Lost the ability to do anything but feel the delicious friction he created with every retreat and advance, with every thrust and parry.
“Bran…” She said his name breathlessly over and over in cadence to the rhythm he set, meeting him stroke for stroke, their bodies slapping together as they strove for that ultimate pinnacle.
Sweat slicked their skin. Their breaths grew ragged. The tension increased. And Maddy had no idea how long he made love to her, driving her up, higher and higher. She just knew she wanted it to go on forever. But then he snaked a hand between their rocking bodies and used the rough pad of his thumb to press the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex, and