She was so insane, because that carnal intensity in his voice was making her womb clench in heavy hunger as he came over her.
“Why now?” she whimpered. “Why are you doing this now?”
“Because you’re ready for it.” His lips touched hers. “You weren’t ready before, were you, sweetheart? You’re ready now.”
“No.” She shook her head. “I’m not ready—”
“So ready,” he whispered, his tongue licking over her lips, making her taste herself, taste the wildness of her own response to him.
“Mac, I’m scared,” she begged.
“You’re not scared, Kei,” he argued with a sexy quirk to his lips as he drew back. “Wary. Restless. Uncertain. Admit it. You know I won’t hurt you. You know that anything that happens between us I’ll only love you for. No matter what it is, Kei. No matter how it is.”
She jerked as he tucked the head of his c**k between the folds of her sex. Jerked and shuddered at the sensation of largeness pressing into her.
“This is what it’s like,” he whispered devilishly, bracing his knees against the bed as his powerful arms held his weight above her. “Just like this, Kei.”
“Like this” was killing her. Her eyes widened as he began to work his c**k inside her, stretching her in ways she had never known before, making her more and more aware of the toy in her rear.
“You feel it, don’t you, sweetheart?” The dark croon fed the eroticism driving her now. “How much tighter, how much hotter it makes that sweet pu**y. Pleasure bordering pain.”
Her hands braced on his chest, her nails raking against his flesh as he worked deeper inside her. She couldn’t stand it. Pleasure and pain were blooming inside her with equal force as her cries tore from her throat.
She wanted it to stop. She wanted it to go on forever.
“Take me, Kei,” he groaned, his h*ps flexing. “Take all of me now.”
She screamed out his name as he plunged inside the last inches.
Keiley stared up at him, dazed with an extremity of sensation, fighting to adjust to the width of his c**k inside the tightened confines of her vagina. In her rear, her tissue spasmed around the toy as she felt Mac’s erection throbbing inside her.
“God. You’re so f**king tight.” He grimaced as he flexed within her, his h*ps shifting, causing his c**k to stretch her further. “Put your legs around me. Come on.” He lifted one leg, guiding it to his h*ps before he lowered himself to his elbows. “Now. Now scream for me.”
She screamed. She begged. As he began thrusting inside her, his strokes hard and relentless, driving her through sensations and a pleasure that bordered on insanity, Keiley screamed his name. She pleaded for release. She could feel it just a breath away as he drove her from one peak to the next, steadily building an ecstasy that when it exploded inside her left her writhing beneath him as he poured himself inside her.
And it still wasn’t enough. She needed more, needed something she couldn’t describe, couldn’t understand. And Mac wasn’t nearly finished, either. He turned to his back without releasing her, encouraging her to ride him to take her pleasure as one arm wrapped around her, the other gripping the toy in her rear and sending her into cataclysms of rapture.
The slight thrusting of the plug inside her in time to Mac’s heavy thrusts between her thighs was too much. Weak, soaked with perspiration, and confused by the brutality of the pleasure driving her, she could only lay against his chest and let the orgasms tear through her. They were violent. Shaking through her, shuddering inside her until finally, with a muffled male cry, Mac was pumping his seed furiously into her swollen flesh as his arms held her tight to his chest.
Satiation was all-consuming, just as the hunger had been. She lay against him, quiet, feeling her heartbeat ease to a more normal rate as Mac finally lifted her from his chest to the bed.
“Okay?” He leaned over her, smoothing her hair from her forehead as he stared down at her in concern.
The sex warrior had eased from his expression, leaving the husband she knew in its place.
“No. I’m dead,” she muttered. “Go away until I can think again.”
He chuckled at that, moving to her h*ps as he turned her slowly to her side.
“What are you do—,” she gasped as he eased the toy from her, shuddering with a whiplash of pleasure she shouldn’t have had the energy to feel.
Then he was leaving the bed and padding into the bathroom. Seconds later she heard water running and sighed at the wishful thought of a shower. She was sweaty and weak, and the thought of dragging herself from the bed was only a distant wish.
“Come on, wildcat.” The next thing she knew, Mac was picking her up and carrying her to the bathroom.
“I’m drained.” She cuddled against his chest. “Just let me sleep.”
“In a bit. Let’s get you showered up first, then you can sleep all night.”