I cried out while I shattered to pieces. My pussy spasmed around his fingers in a quick rhythm while he stroked and sucked, coaxing out every last bit of pleasure my body had to give.
He slid his fingers out while I tried to catch my breath. I was still braced on the counter, and he still had his pants on.
Not for long.
His eyes locked with mine and he slowly, methodically unfastened his jeans. Dear god, he’d gone commando. That thick cock appeared in all its unbelievable glory as soon as he popped the button. It was so big, I didn’t know how he’d kept it inside his pants at all.
He lowered the zipper so his pants hung loose at his hips, then fisted his cock. His eyes tracked up and down, taking me in. I had to look a mess—sitting on the counter with my legs spread open, my bra half on, and I had no idea what was happening to my hair. But whatever he saw, he liked it.
The way he bit his lower lip and stroked his cock a few times told me that much.
A feeling bloomed in my chest. So much more than the happy brain chemicals and hormones rushing through me after an admittedly fantastic orgasm. The way Evan looked at me was lustful, yes. He wanted me. And I loved that—loved being wanted.
But it was more.
There was something else in his eyes and it was both beautiful and terrifying.
It was something that looked an awful lot like love.
Did Evan love me?
Before I had a chance to get lost in pondering the look in his eyes, he grabbed me off the counter and took me to the couch.
Not complaining.
I bounced on the cushions and giggled. He pulled a condom out of his pocket—he really had been planning to fuck me in the shop—then kicked off his pants.
“Ready for more, beautiful?” He rolled the condom onto that magnificent erection.
My core tingled with anticipation and I took a second to pop my bra the rest of the way off. “Yes. Yes, please.”
He knelt on the couch in front of me, holding my legs open, and tilted his head. “Such a pretty pussy. She needs my cock, doesn’t she?”
“Oh my god, so much.”
His lips curled in a smile. “I’m going to fuck you hard and deep. Does that sound good?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
He moved closer, his swollen cock jutting out in front of him. His body was a masterpiece of masculinity—every bit of him thick and hard. He was rough around the edges, but in those whiskey eyes, I could see his melty center.
And I almost said it. I almost uttered the words.
I love you, Evan.
In my heartbeat of hesitation, he thrust inside me.
If I’d been any less wet and ready, I’d have struggled to accommodate him. He stretched me open, filling me to my breaking point.
His abs flexed as he thrust his hips, driving his cock into me. That groove between his eyebrows was so deliciously sexy. I loved the way he looked mean when he fucked me.
But he wasn’t. He was tender, even when he was aggressive. Taking his pleasure, but always making sure I had mine.
Holding my legs open, he pounded me into the couch, grunting hard. Sweat glistened on his chest and his eyes didn’t leave mine.
One orgasm was just a warm-up when you were Evan Bailey’s girl, and in minutes I was racing to the edge yet again. He reached down and rubbed his thumb over my clit, making my eyes roll back and my inner walls clench tight.
“Fuck, your pussy feels good. I could do this forever.”
A whimper was all I could get out. He thrust harder while he rubbed my clit. A flush raced across my cheeks and my nipples tightened.
His cock demanded another orgasm and my body happily complied.
Pulses of hot pleasure rolled through me like slow waves, the sensation deeper than before. My eyes fluttered closed as sensation washed over me. Evan’s thick erection, thrusting, stretching me. His hands, his body, his skin against mine.
By the time it was over, my body was trembling. And Evan had yet to unleash.
He licked his lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”
I let out a breath, feeling like I could sink right into the couch. How much more could I take?
“Knees.” His voice was low and demanding.
I turned over, arching my back for him. I could take it all—everything he had to give.
He palmed my backside and traced his thumbs along my very