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  “Oh, right there,” I gasp.

  “You are so fucking sexy,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin once more, before he dives back in, licking and probing me gently with his tongue like he can’t get enough of me. I let my head fall forward and give up trying to do anything but enjoy this, to give myself over to it. He’s so good at this. He massages my clit a little harder than before, with a little more intention, and I moan softly once more.

  “Don’t hold back,” he orders, and I realize that until now I’ve been trying to keep myself quiet, not to get too loud, just like James had always complained about. I twisted my head to the side and let out a loud, guttural groan of pleasure, and he attacks me with more intent than before, reacting to me, responding to how much I love this.

  “Are you going to come for me?” he asks, his voice taking on a harder edge than before, and I realize all at once just how close I am. Every muscle in my body is tense as I creep towards climax. The first moment I saw him back at the gym was the beginning of our foreplay, and now here we are, and I can hardly take any more. I push myself back up, gasping for air, arch my back and grind myself against his hand. He sinks his fingers into the skin of my lower back and it’s clear that this is getting him off as much as it is me, and that’s all I need to push me over the edge.

  “Fuck!” I cry, the word bursting forth from me before I can stop it. Not that I want to. My pussy clenches hard and he stills his fingers on my clit, letting me set the pace with my frantic grinding. He plants another kiss on my cheek and slowly unfurls himself, kissing from my tailbone to the top of my spine as though he wants to find out what every inch of me tastes like.

  “I need to fuck you,” he says as he reaches my face and I know it’s the truth. Because my pussy is aching for him to be inside of me too. I can’t wait a second longer. And I know exactly how I want to do it.

  He drags his large hands down my side and, cupping my generous breasts, tweaks the nipples between his thumb and forefinger, then pinches them. Hard. That draws a gasp from between my lips. He’s harder now than he was before, grinding his cock against my side as though he can barely wait. My heart is beating so fast I fear it might burst out of the front of my chest. I’m so excited I can hardly restrain myself.

  He strips quickly and grabs a condom out of the bedside table; I take it from him, smiling a little shyly.

  “Let me,” I offer.

  Immediately, he lays back on the bed and raises his eyebrows expectantly. I really just want a chance to check out his gorgeous body before we do anything else. I have no idea what a guy who looks like this is doing with someone like me, because he’s that divinely beautiful. I gaze hungrily at his muscles perfectly sculpted. His body is taut and lean where mine is soft and full of curves. I have to admit, we do look good next to one another, as though we fit together, contrasting bodies as one with each other.

  I turn around and his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as he catches sight of my breasts.

  “Don’t move,” he commands.

  I freeze. “What?”

  “I want to look at you.”

  I exhale the breath I was holding and let his startling blue eyes feast on me.

  “Come forward,” he says, his voice thick with lust.

  I move towards him and he leans forward and squeezing both my breasts together sucks both nipples into his warm, wet, velvety mouth. I watch him in wonder. He looks up and our eyes meet. Never before has a man worshipped my body the way he is doing. My breasts start to throb with pleasure. By the time my nipples plop out of his mouth they are swollen and tingling.

  He leans back and in a quick smooth movement takes his sweatpants and underwear off.

  Oh Jesus! My eyes widen in shock. His cock is a sight to behold. Massive. Thick. And angry looking. There must be ten inches there, it’s the kind of dick that begs to be ridden. When I look up to his face, he is watching me.

  “Not many girls can take all of me,” he warns.

  I can believe that. “I can,” I whisper. His cock is calling to me. James could never satisfy me. He was too thin, too average. I’m a big girl and I need a big man to fill me up.

  He smiles slowly, wolfishly, his eyes moving down my body. “Yes, I think you can.”

  I tear open the condom and straddle him, taking his enormous cock in my hand, I stroke it in a way that I hope comes off as confidence. I bite my lip and he reaches up to brush his thumb across my mouth.

  “I love it when you do that,” he murmurs, one hand resting on my thigh.

  I roll the condom down on him. Wrapping my fingers around him I slowly stroke him a couple of times. If I wasn’t so desperate to feel him inside me, I would have happily spent the rest of the evening making him come with my mouth. I had never been much one for blowjobs with James, but with this man, I want to worship his cock every which way I can.

  He grabs my hips as I lift myself above him. I can feel his cock head pushing up against the entrance of my wet, ready slit. Part of me wants to slide the thick shaft all the way in. But another part of me wants to take my time, make this slow, savor every second. So, without once taking my eyes from his, I slowly, slowly, slowly take him inside of me.

  Chapter 9

  Dawn

  Holy moly, he is so big he stretches and fills even me. I didn’t feel this way even when I lost my virginity. At that second I know, I am forever ruined for any other man.

  He tilts his head back into the pillow and grits his teeth, like he’s trying to keep from coming right then and there. I love the effect I have on him. There’s something intoxicating about knowing that he’s so into me he has to fight not to lose control. He feels incredible inside of me, spreading me open so that I am somewhere in that perfect space between pain and pleasure. I lean my head back and part my lips, and he runs his hands up my waist, across my breasts, down my arms.

  “You look fucking incredible,” he growls, dragging his nails across my skin and making me squirm.

  I begin to rock my hips and back and forth, taking my time, getting used to the feeling of him inside me. It has been such a long time since I have been fucked, really fucked, and never ever like this, but I don’t want to rush. I’d love to make this last all night long if I can.

  He lets me set the pace at first, and simply lays there and looks up at me as I ride his cock. I love the feel of his eyes on me, on my breasts. I loved the feeling of his admiring gaze from the moment he spotted me across the room at his gym.

  Not once in my life have I felt so desired by someone. Actually, I feel almost drunk on the power of his attention. I begin to bounce up and down on him, pressing my hands into his well-muscled chest and using it as leverage to take him as deep into me as I can. He runs his hand up my back and meshes his fingers in my hair, tugging it back a little to expose my throat, and sits up to run his tongue along my neck as though he’s tasting the most delicious dessert in the world.

  And then, and only then, he begins to match my pace.

  He’s so strong I have to hang on to him so I don’t get thrown across the bed. I slip my arms around his shoulders as he thrusts into me, matching the pace that I’ve set, his cock deeper in me than anything ever has been before. I have never felt this kind of satisfaction before him. I feel sated, completely and utterly, and realize in an instant that all the other guys I’d been with before this one had never truly appreciated me the way he is.

  This man wants every part of me, and he isn’t afraid to let me know and I don’t even know his name. I lean back to kiss him, our tongues dancing as he slows his pace for a moment and lets me roll my hips back and forth. As soon as our mouths part he returns to fucking me hard. I let myself go limp in his arms, allowing him to use me anyway he sees fit, and lightly sink my teeth into the exposed flesh of his shoulder. He growls in pleasure, actually growls, and pushes me backwards onto the bed so that he’s now on top.

  I wrap my legs around him, hooking my ankles behind his back and pulling him deep into
me, and he needs no more guidance. He sits up, pulling my hips towards him, and his eyes trace up and down my body as he takes me. His tongue flicks out across his lips for a moment, as though he’s considering everything that he’s going to do with me, and then he closes his eyes and tips his head back, jaw clenching once more. I can tell he’s getting close.

  I don’t take my eyes from his face. I want to see this, to watch him give in to how much he wants me. I feel my pussy clenching once more, tightening around his cock, and to my surprise realize that I, too, am close again. I reach up and run my hands over his body, forcing myself to remember this moment, this feeling. I have a feeling I’ll be coming back to it a hell of a lot in the future.

  “Fuck…” He roars as he thrusts himself into me, deep and hard, one last time.

  He comes hard, his entire body shaking, and moments later I find myself in the same place, every inch of me trembling with pleasure as the second orgasm crests and explodes in me. He holds himself inside of me, as though he can’t bear to admit this is over quite yet, as I let my breath return to normal.

  I look down and see his cock still buried deep in my pussy, and the sight of us connected like that is enough to send another shiver of desire across my flesh.

  He slowly pulls out and disposes of the condom, before crashing back down on the bed next to me. I’m exhausted, and it looks like he is too. I reach out to play with his hair, twirling a strand around my finger, and he looks up at me and grins, wide and cocky.

  “Hungry?” he asks, and for a split second my stomach lurches, uncertain if he’s laughing at me. Is he’s using the way I look as some kind of sick joke against me? But there is nothing but sincerity in his eyes, and I shrug, pulling the covers up and around myself.

  He frowns. “Don’t hide from me.”

  “No, no, it’s okay,” I shake my head. “I don’t want to…” I trail off, not sure what I want to tell him. It isn’t as though he hasn’t seen every inch of me anyway, and yet, for some reason, I still feel as though I need to hold back. As though I want to hold on to the last thread of insecurity, if he sees me like this, outside the throes of desire, he might be disgusted with me the same way James had been.

  “But I want to see you, baby,” he says and peels the covers away from around my neck, down my breasts and off my legs.

  I say nothing as he deliberately lets his eyes flow down my naked flesh.

  “Now open your legs for me,” he orders.

  I hesitate for a second, then widen my thighs, and he looks at my swollen pussy with satisfaction, like he’s just landed the hottest woman in the world. Then he drags his eyes back to mine. “Now, before I fuck you again, I asked if you were hungry.”

  “I guess so,” I admit, and he rolls out of bed, cockily strutting through the door. I can’t keep the smile off my face then. He’s…he actually wants me to stay. He wants me to stick around, even after we’re done. I hear some rummaging in his kitchen, and he returns a few moments later with a tub of ice-cream in hand. He has a couple of spoons with him, and tosses me one.

  “I’ve been craving this all day,” he flops down on the bed next to me and grins widely. I blink at him, a little nervous.

  “What’s your name?” I ask, looking at the gorgeous, perfect man sprawled on the bed opposite me who seems nothing but completely comfortable and relaxed in my presence.

  “Ace. Ace Stone,” he sticks his hand out, and I take it. “You?”

  “Dawn Perry,” I reply, giggling. “Nice to meet you.”

  “That was one of the more inspired greetings I’ve come across in my life,” he remarks, unpopping the lid from the ice cream and offering it to me. I try to keep my face from showing my thoughts. If I’d tried to eat ice-cream after sex with James, he would have sat there with a dirty look on his face silently projecting all his hang-ups about me getting fat. I glance at the lid. Full-fat, proper vanilla ice cream. I grin.

  Okay, so this is a man totally after my own heart.

  I dig my spoon into the container, and scrape a spoonful. I slip it into my mouth and close my eyes. It tastes so good. I struggle to remember the last time I actually ate proper ice cream.

  “This is delicious.” I sigh, sucking on the spoon. The coolness of the ice cream after the heat of our bodies next to each other is weirdly erotic. He hasn’t bothered to put any clothes on, but then, if I looked like him I don’t think I’d bother either. He turns to look at me and I suck in a sharp breath.

  “Cold?” he asks, brushing his fingers down my arm.

  I shake my head. “No,” I breath, shivering at his touch.

  He grins. “Hot?”

  “A bit.”

  He leans in to press a kiss against my collarbone, and his mouth is cold from the ice-cream. It feels good.

  “Mmm,” The tiniest moan escapes my lips, and he pounces on that, reading correctly into my reaction. He reaches for the ice cream tub and scoops a small chunk out, bringing it over to me. For a moment, I think he’s about to feed me a bite, but instead he lets the ice cream slip from the spoon and pool in my collarbone.

  I close my eyes. Wow, that feels so good. The coolness against the heat of his breath as he leans down to kiss it off me is…fuck, it’s almost too much. I quiver beneath his touch as he slowly takes care of the melting ice cream on my skin. He knows precisely what he’s doing and I am completely helpless to resist him. He brushes his icy lips up my neck and briefly our lips touch again, before he pulls back to grab another scoop of ice cream. This time, he leans forward and drizzles it playfully across my neck, letting the coldness creep down my skin and towards my nipples, which are now standing at full attention…

  “Let’s see where else I can cool you down, huh?” He murmurs and before I know it he has dived towards me once more, taking care of the melting drip that curves down over one of my breasts. I lean back and close my eyes. Ice cream and sex? A man after my own heart. And various other parts of me, too. By the time he dribbles cold ice cream on my clit, I’m dizzy with lust. The warm of his mouth latching on to my cold clit is more than I can bear.

  I scream.

  Chapter 10

  Dawn

  “I have something to ask you, and I know it’s going to come off as a complete cliché.”

  A complete cliché? That should be good news surely. I try to look casual even though my heart won’t stop racing like an out of control train. God, those eyes of his! I could drown in them. How many women has he pulled under his spell with those eyes?

  “I love nothing more than a good cliché in the morning,” I chuckle. What a lame joke. Why do I have to be so lame? I guess he makes me nervous in a funny, fluttery way. I don’t know how to be with him and I want to be special, show him the best version of me, but I wasn’t any special way last night, and look where we are now.

  Look where I am now.

  Lame or not, he strokes my cheek and smiles. Good, I wasn’t too lame if he’s still got that look in his eyes. “Then this is going to thrill the hell out of you, because it’s about as cliché a question as they come. What are you doing New Year’s Eve?”

  And just like that, the speeding train in my chest comes to a sudden halt. That’s what he considers a cliché. No one’s ever said that to me. In my whole life. When it comes to important dates, Valentine’s Day and New Year’s Eve are pretty much the big dogs. The ultimate. Nobody’s ever asked me out on New Year’s before—which is saying something, since I only became single for the first time in three years yesterday.

  “New Year’s Eve?” I stall as my brain goes into overdrive. Tonight? Jesus, he wants to go out with me tonight? Really? Me? Big ole me?

  I hadn’t even given any thought to what I was going to do tonight. I probably would’ve picked up a ton of sushi and a bottle of wine. Hell, who am I kidding, two bottles of wine and some chocolate to top it off. Then I would’ve watched the ball drop on TV all by my lonesome. Maybe cried some too. It never even crossed my mind something like this would have happened
. A man would want me to be part of his night or start off the new year with him.

  How the hell did I ever think James was worth my time?

  He plays with a strand of my hair, twirling it absently between his fingers. “Yes. You know, it always falls on the thirty-first of December, the last day of the year. Which happens to be tonight. People sometimes go out at night to usher in the new year. They have fun. They might even drink a little too much champagne. Maybe much too much.”

  “You speak like a man who’s experienced this firsthand.”

  “Maybe I have. In my younger, foolish days.” We share a laugh, mine is a nervous giggle because I still can’t believe he’s actually asking me. Then he becomes serious. “So? What do you say? Come with me to a party tonight.”

  “A fancy party, huh?” I ask, then blush furiously. I wish I could reach out and pull the words out of the air and stuff them back into my mouth. A fancy party. For crying out loud. How old am I?

  He grins. “Not super fancy. Maybe medium fancy.”

  Medium fancy. What the hell does that mean? What’s his idea of fancy? I won’t fit in if it going to be full of rich, confident people.

  I frown as I ponder this, and his smile warms up and takes on a sympathetic look. “Hey. I’m only teasing you. It’ll be a nice party, but nothing over-the-top. Even so, I know I’d be the luckiest man in the room if I walked in with you on my arm. I want you there with me.”

  He drops the hair he’s been twirling and runs his thumb over my bottom lip, making me shiver. I hope he doesn’t notice. Going by the slightly mocking smile on his lips, I think he does.