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  “Are you sure?” He was watching me closely, waiting for my answer. Always looking out for me, even now, when it was so obvious he wanted this as much as I did.

  “More sure than I have ever been about anything in my life before.”

  He took me by the hand and led me to my shoes. I quickly put them on and followed him to where we had set our drinks. Our check was still waiting for us, and he picked it up and placed a few crisp bills inside the holder.

  “Ready?” His upturned hand was held out to me. I took a big gulp of water before reaching out and placing mine in it.

  Nervous anticipation flooded my body even though I was ready and I wanted this. I followed him to the car and climbed in when he opened the door for me. He grabbed my seatbelt and leaned over me, fastening it in place. He kissed me softly on the lips on his way back out, then gently closed my door. Heat flooded to my nether regions as I watched him get in the car and start driving.

  My body was on high alert, as Ginuwine sang about being a bachelor and looking for someone to ride his pony. I noticed his hands grasp the wheel and flex down on it. I wanted to feel those hands on my body, squeezing my flesh, the way they gripped the wheel. My hand moved to his thigh of its own volition, and I ran my fingers up and down the denim that was wrapped around his taught muscles. He glanced sideways at me as I moved towards his zipper. I watched the way his jaw twitched as the car picked up speed. I moved my seatbelt to the side as I leaned across and grazed his jaw with my lips, then took his lobe in between my teeth, gently biting down then sucking and soothing it with my tongue. A strangled groan caught in his throat.

  My eyes were closed as I traced my tongue down the side of his throat, but sprung open quickly when I felt the car stop and heard both the music and engine cease. His head dropped back to the headrest as I realized we were in the parking garage under his penthouse. My hand stroked over the now large, hard bulge in his jeans and he groaned in response, as his hips flexed into my touch.

  His hand grasped my own, stopping my motions but held it in place, as his lips urgently met mine. I sighed loudly when his tongue slid against my own. Heat had been slowly building in my core all night, and now, with this kiss, it was blazing. I could feel the wetness pooling there and my hips moved to soothe the ache. Baz unhooked my seatbelt and pulled me across the car so I was straddling him. Well, as much as I could be in the tight space.

  “Fuck,” he mumbled against my mouth as he fumbled with the door handle. “I need a bigger vehicle for this.”

  The door swung open and if it weren’t for his strong hand anchoring me to his body I would’ve fallen to the pavement.

  I pulled back and giggled as I felt my foot hit the concrete next to the car. His mouth followed me back, and he placed open mouth kisses on my neck, biting right in the crease.

  “Ohhhh,” I cried out as my eyes drifted shut and I sagged back against the steering wheel. A loud blast of the horn made my eyes fly back open. When I realized it was my fault, I found myself giggling again. He leaned back and chuckled with me, running a hand through his hair and unbuckling his own seatbelt.

  “Uh, maybe we should go upstairs?” I could tell from the way it was phrased as a question that he was still giving me a chance to change my mind.

  “Yes.” As much as I didn’t want to get off his lap, I knew we couldn’t do what I wanted to in this cramped space. Well, technically we could, but I wasn’t going to argue with him wanting to move someplace more spacious.

  He held on to me as I climbed off his lap so I didn’t fall on my ass and stepped out after me. He took my hand and I happily followed him to his private elevator. My heart was pounding as I stood there waiting for the doors to open. Bastian’s thumb moved back and forth over the back of my hand and I bit down on my lip, as I looked up to meet his intense chocolate gaze. The elevator dinged as the doors opened and as soon as they started to close we were on each other, drawn together like magnets, mouths fusing and hands groping. Animalistic noises filled the inside of the metal box as we quickly ascended to his home. Still entwined, we stumbled out as they opened.

  His hands made quick work of the button at the top of my halter and flew to the hemline to lift it off. I instantly raised my arms to help. We paused our kiss just long enough for the expensive rose gold fringy scrap of material to be removed and were kissing again before it landed, discarded, in a heap on the floor. His hands grabbed my ass and pulled me closer, as my hands made their way under his T and my fingers burned a trail over his taught abs and to the “v” that would lead me to paradise.

  “Off,” I murmured as I tugged on the hem of his shirt. He released me and stepped back to toss his shirt to the ground. “Those too,” I pointed to his jeans.

  I took a step back, then another, moving to where his couch was located and watched him in the semi-dark room, the only illumination coming from the moon and city lights. I licked my lips as he unbuttoned his jeans and dropped both those and his boxer briefs to the ground, kicking off his shoes and socks as well. He was impressive to behold, each muscle perfectly defined and bunching as he moved. His long length straining towards me.

  I gulped in a breath of air as he crossed the distance that separated us. His big hands instantly making their way to my ass and lifting me off the ground. My legs wrapped around him instinctively and my fingers threaded through his hair, as one by one, my shoes fell to the floor. We kissed as he carried me up the steps to his bedroom. There was a lamp that had been left on and it illuminated the spacious room. He broke our kiss as he effortlessly tossed me on top of his king-size bed, pillows cushioned my fall and a fluffy down comforter was beneath me. He followed me down onto the bed, his mouth once again finding my own, his body hard against my soft one.

  I was on fire as my hips tipped up to find some sort of relief to the sweet torture I was feeling. His hand made its way between my thighs and I let out a high pitch groan in response. I felt him smile against my mouth as he continued to kiss me, but there was no response I could give, all I could do was feel. He released the button at the top of my jeans and unzipped them. I moaned as his hand found its way inside the denim and under my thong to my now slick flesh, teasing me as he moved his finger up and down my crease.

  “You’re so fucking wet.” There was awe in his gravelly voice as he stroked my tender flesh.

  “Oh, God, yes. That feels so fucking good.” I threw my head back deeper into the pillows as he expertly worked me over. He kissed his way down my neck, biting lightly as he went. My back arched as my nipples waited for his mouth to make contact. He kissed lower, taking his cue from me.

  “Please,” I cried out as I continued to ride his hand, I needed him inside of me. Instead, he started moving in small circles over my clit. My head was thrashing from side to side with impatience. He nosed my lacy bra to the side and his mouth closed over my sensitive peak, sucking, his tongue sliding over the raised flesh then biting down.

  “Ohhhh!” I cried out loudly, I had no idea anything could feel quite like this. Tingles spread through my body and instinct took over as I moved faster against him.

  “Yesssssssss,” I hissed out as my orgasm crashed over me. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh…” lucidity was gone, all I could do was shudder uncontrollably under his expert touch.

  When my body started to calm, Baz lifted his head and planted a soft kiss on my lips, then slowly and deliberately, made his way downwards. His lips skimmed over every inch of me as he made his way to the top of my jeans. He placed one hand on each side and he peeled them from my body. I lay before him in the lingerie he sent to me. His hands skimmed up my legs, then back down as he lifted my foot to his mouth and placed a kiss on the sole of it. He slowly worked his way up my calf, then set my foot down on the bed next to his thick thigh. He picked up my other leg and repeated the process, once again setting my leg down on the outside of his other thigh.

  My legs were parted and he knelt between them. He pushed them wider as he took me in, the lace barely cove
ring my most intimate bits. His hands traveled up my thighs where he grasped the lace and ripped it from my body. I gasped in surprise.

  “I’ll buy you another pair,” he growled out, as he tossed the fabric to the side. He was in complete control as he stared down at my now bare cunt. His hands lifted my ass from the bed as he lowered his face to my pussy and inhaled deeply.

  17

  Baz

  I rubbed my nose against her as I inhaled her sweet scent and my cock jerked against my thigh, beyond eager to shove its way inside of her. I took my time, trying to regain my control after I had literally ripped the thong from her body. Everything about her called to me, made me lose all rational thought and forget to be gentle. It screamed at me to conquer and ravage her, to drive her wild and make her forget her own name. I wanted nothing more than to claim every single inch of her soft flesh and, make no mistake, I would.

  But I was going to take my time. Her body trembled beneath me as I inhaled again. It made me feel powerful, like a king. And that was exactly what I was, a king about to enjoy his feast. I licked my lips and looked up at her. Her hair was spread out around her on the pillow and her eyes were closed.

  “Look at me, precious.” I parted her folds and licked up her center as her eyes briefly found mine and then fluttered closed again on a loud moan.

  “Mmmm.” Her sweetness flooded my mouth and I hungrily licked again, the second taste wasn’t enough either, so I dove in. I licked and nipped and drank from her. As my tongue worked her over, I slipped a finger inside of her tight little hole, moving slowly in and out, over and over, pausing briefly to add a second one.

  “Hhmmmmmm,” she purred, as I worked to loosen her up. I needed to make sure she was ready for what was to come. My cock was a hell of a lot bigger than two of my fingers were. I tipped them up to stroke along her g-spot and her body shook violently under me.

  “Right there, Bazzzzzzz,” she whispered loudly, dragging out my name. “Ohhhh. Myyyyy. Swwwweet. Motherrrrrr of Fuckinnnggggg. Rightttt. Therrrrr. Ahhhhhh!!!!!”

  Her words didn’t make a whole lot of sense, but that was fine because I was listening to her body as she fell apart around me. My cock throbbed impatiently as her throaty sounds filled the air and turned me on even more. I kept going until her body stopped shaking. I kissed my way up her body, pausing to remove her bra. I squeezed her tits and tweaked her nipples, running my tongue over them and suckling, alternating between the two.

  Her hands threaded into my hair as she tugged me higher. “You’re so fucking good at that. I feel delirious right now.”

  I nuzzled her neck and made my way to her mouth. She kissed me, boldly licking her taste from my lips.

  “Mmmm,” she murmured against me, as she sucked my bottom lip into her mouth while her tongue flicked over it.

  She broke our kiss, shoved me onto my back and climbed over me. “My turn,” her hair curtained around her as she smiled down at me and licked her lips. Her hand was instantly around my pulsing cock.

  “Fuck, Gem. You have no idea how close I am to blowing my load right now.” Her thumb flicked over my tip, spreading the pre-cum that was dripping from it around.

  “I might have some idea,” she teased as she kissed her way down my body. She lapped up my pre-cum and I watched as it stretched between my cock and her tongue, then she pulled me into her mouth and I nearly lost it.

  “Fffuuuuuu…” I inhaled sharply as her tongue swirled around me. My hands moved to her hair and I guided her up and down my shaft as I fucked her pretty mouth. I watched as my cock slid in and out. She released me and when I saw her tongue flick over my tip again I pulled her back.

  “I need you to stop, precious, unless this is how you want to end the evening.” I ground it out from between clenched teeth. “I’m so close to losing it right now.”

  “No.” She crawled back up the bed. “I want this night to end with you fully inside of me.” Her fingers traced small circles over my pecs, as she looked up into my eyes. “I wanna feel everything there is to feel.”

  I reached into my nightstand and pulled out a condom. “We’ll start with this.”

  She took the condom from me, but looked slightly confused. “I don’t know how to do this.” She bit down on her lip, shyly peering up at me from beneath her lashes.

  “No time like the present to learn. Carefully open the wrapper and pull it out.” I paused as she did as I instructed, waiting as she tossed the wrapped aside. “Place it over me, pinch the tip, and roll it down.” Damn, if she didn’t take instruction well, her touch alone making me throb harder.

  “Like this?” She scrunched her face in concentration, admiring her work as she unraveled it around me.

  “Just like that.” She smiled up at me, proud of herself. My cock was bouncing uncontrollably now, impatient for what was to come.

  I reached for her, pulling her lips to mine. It started slowly, but soon enough I was plunging my tongue inside her mouth. Our kisses blazed with passion and I gently rolled her onto her back. I settled between her thighs and braced my weight above her on my elbows. Her lips came up to capture mine in another scorching kiss. I could feel her heat on the tip of my cock. I shifted my weight, reaching between us, taking a few seconds to slide it up and down her wet slit. I broke the kiss, put my forehead to hers and gazed into her eyes, searching for any hesitancy.

  “Are you sure?” I whispered. As much as it would suck, I would stop now if she wasn’t certain. I didn’t want there to be any regrets later on.

  “I’m sure, Bastian,” she whispered back as she held my stare and brushed her lips against mine. Her core tipped up to grant me easier access. “Please.”

  I pushed forward slightly and watched as her eyes opened even wider at the intrusion. A whimper slipped from her lips.

  “It’s ok. Just try to relax. We’ll go slow.” I uttered huskily.

  She was so tight. Tighter than I imagined she would be. I kissed her to detract from the pain I was sure she was feeling. I knew it would be momentary, then the pleasure would take over. As our tongues tangled together, I felt her relax beneath me. I slowly pulled back, then pushed in a little deeper. She moaned into my mouth and her hips arched up to meet me. I felt a slight resistance and thrust quickly forward.

  “Ohhh!” she cried into my mouth.

  My eyes flew open and I pulled back, searching her face. “Are you ok?” Concern flooded through me, knowing what I had just pushed past.

  “I’m ok,” she whispered, her eyes looked glassy with unshed tears. “Kiss me again.”

  Her fingers threaded through my hair, tugging me closer and her lips found mine and moved urgently against me. I gave her what she wanted and, when I finally felt her relax around me, I started to move again. Her body gradually began to adjust to my invasion and she moved with me.

  She gasped again, but this time her gasp was pure pleasure. Thank fuck.

  “Oh fuck, Baz,” she breathed against my mouth. “That feels,” she paused searching for the word she wanted to use, “amazing.”

  Her eyes opened to meet mine again. Need blazed forth as her hips moved against me. As soon as I knew she was ok, all caution went out the window. I crushed my mouth to hers in a kiss that left no question as to how I was feeling.

  There was a beast raging inside of me that her soft cry had just released from its cage. I pillaged her mouth as I eased forward into her tight pussy, spurred on by her moans of pleasure. My hands found their way south and I lifted her ass tighter against me as I ground deeper into her, making sure her clit was tight against my pelvis.

  I followed her lead and when she started moving faster, I sped up to accommodate. Rhythm was something that usually came from practice, but it came naturally between us. I thrust into her over and over and she rode each thrust to the hilt. She wrenched her mouth away from mine as she gasped for air, inhaling sharply and letting out a high-pitched cry. My balls drew up close to my body and my cock was ready to explode as I felt her tighten down a
round me again. I watched as her orgasm ripped through her body.

  “Oh, God, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, fuck, I’m cumming, Baz!” And she was cumming hard, her perfect little cunt milking the cum right out of the tip of my cock. I couldn’t have stopped myself even if the room around me had burst into flames.

  “Fuck, Gem!” I grunted, as I rooted myself as deeply as I could inside of her. My cock swelled even more, then cum surged out of me and into the condom between us, culminating in one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced in my entire life. “Fuck,” I whispered again as I kissed her tenderly. We lay there for a few minutes and I kissed her forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

  I rolled to the side, carefully pulling out of her, and climbed from the bed. I tossed the condom in the trash and grabbed her a warm washcloth and a few aspirin. I knew she was going to be sore. I grabbed a water from my mini-fridge, opened the top and handed it to her with the aspirin.

  “Take these.” She looked at me questioningly, but took them nonetheless. I passed her the washcloth next so she could wipe herself down. I headed back into the bathroom to do the same. Surprisingly, there wasn’t any blood, at least not on me.

  I walked back into the bedroom and she watched me approach the bed. “Um, there was a little mess,” she bit her lip as she trailed off and averted her eyes.

  “Are you ok?” I tipped her chin up.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  I kissed her perfect pout and climbed into the bed next to her. “That’s all that matters. The sheets can be washed.” She rolled into my arms, her head rested on my chest, and I ran my fingers through her silky hair as she drew random patterns on my chest.

  “So…?”

  “Honestly, it hurt a little more than I thought it would.” Instantly, I felt bad. I knew when she cried out she wasn’t ok, even though she said she was. “But then, it felt good. Really good, and I didn’t want you to stop.” She leaned up on an elbow and peered into my eyes, her fingertips still moving on my chest. “Thank you, Baz.”