I cut up my food as I try to keep a straight face. “They were tolerable . . . I guess.”
We stare at each other as the air crackles between us.
“I might feed you them again tonight,” he whispers darkly.
“No.” I bite my food off my fork.
“No?”
“You can show me your culinary skills tonight . . . seeing as you only have six days to impress me,” I reply flatly as I act bored. “You’re running out of days, Miles.”
He smiles, clearly amused.
“Seven including tonight, and I’ll impress you, Miss Landon . . . don’t you worry about that.”
I try to keep a straight face; I like this game.
“We’ll see.”
My back arches off the bed and I scrunch the sheets up in my hands beneath me, wet with perspiration.
He’s gone down on me, we fucked, I came, then he’s back down there with his tongue. Again, and again.
He’s flipping me around like a rag doll and holy fucking hell . . . I’m impressed.
I’ve come three times and still he won’t stop.
He’s proving without a doubt that he holds the sexual power between us and I can’t argue, there’s no contest. When we are both naked, he owns me.
I shudder hard and I grab a handful of his hair to try and pull him back from my sex.
“Enough,” I whimper. “Please, El,” I beg.
He smiles into me, his eyes flickering with satisfaction. “I’ll tell you when you’ve had enough.” In one movement, he rises and flips me over onto my stomach and pulls me up by the hips to my knees, then he slowly eases himself into me and I close my eyes at the sound of his deep guttural moan.
Fuck . . .
The man’s a god.
He slowly pulls out and then pushes back in, and the sound of my wet body echoes throughout the room. “Do you know how fucking hot that sounds?” he whispers. “Your body sucking me in.”
He pulls out and slams in hard.
“She wants it,” he says darkly. “She wants to be fucked hard.” He slaps my behind and the crack echoes all around us.
I slip into some kind of out-of-body experience, a sub space.
So lost in a deep arousal that I can’t even speak.
Then he’s riding me, deep, punishing pumps, and I can do nothing but try and keep upright on my knees.
“Watch,” he growls.
He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my face back to face the mirror on the wall.
His dark eyes meet mine in our reflection and he begins to slowly pump me; I can see every muscle in his torso, every perspiration droplet on his sheened skin.
My breasts are swinging as he pounds me and he tips his head back to the skies as he deals with the pleasure.
There’s no mistaking our bodies are on fire together—this is pure, unadulterated lust.
Something I’ve only ever heard about, I thought it didn’t exist in real life, but hell . . . I’ve been missing out . . . big time.
He lifts his foot to rest it on the bed as he rides me, and the change in position tips me over the edge. I scream into the mattress and he pushes my body down so that my behind is sitting up. Completely open for his onslaught.
Our bodies begin to slap and I can feel every inch of his beautiful cock.
So deep . . . so good . . .