I wrap my hands around firmer and free it from his pants. I curl forward, glancing down to see. He grows harder, firmer in my hands, the tip dark, flushed, and gleaming. Oh god, I just want to put it in my mouth, all of it, sucking, tasting every inch of him.

At the same time I want him deep inside of me, as far as I can take him, even though he could break me in two.

What a fucking predicament.

I start stroking him, running the precum over his silky hot ridge, pausing at the round and full tip, before going back down again, one hand going further, down over his balls. Lachlan’s got a fair amount of hair on his arms, chest, and treasure trail, so thank god for manscaping. I gently cup his balls in my hand and he shudders against me.

“Oh love,” he says, raspy, sucking in his breath. “Don’t ruin me just yet.”

I bite my lip and smile at the effect I have on him. I want to ruin him and I want him to ruin me. The need, the power, is intoxicating.

He pulls back for a second, watching with a delirious look in his hooded eyes as my hands work him up and down. His scrapes his teeth over his lower lip then slowly looks up at me. “You’ll have to stop that or I’m going to come right here and now,” he warns.

I pause and grip his gorgeous cock tighter. His eyes roll back in his head, and the muscles in his thick neck are corded, straining. “Make me,” I tease.

He grunts and moves back into me, ripping the shirt over my head, causing me to let go. My nipples are as hard as pebbles, and he cups my breast, licking a path to the center. He takes one in his mouth and I’m swept away by the warmth, by the fire-laced nerves that radiate out from me.

“Oh god,” I cry out softly.

He makes a noise of agreement against my breast, causing more nerves to incinerate. He slips his hand below, sliding it over my clit which is slick as sin.

“You’re fucking soaked” he says huskily before taking my nipple between his teeth and pulling slightly. “I knew you’d have a greedy little pussy.”

I moan, trying to tell him that it was pretty obvious that I did, but my words are ripped from my mouth as he pushes one big finger inside of me, the roughness igniting my screamingly sensitive skin. The heavy penetration seems to roll through me and I automatically jerk my hips forward, bringing his finger further inside.

He makes a low, guttural sound and pulls out slowly before adding another finger. I bite my lip to keep from yelling his name as he expertly slides his fingers over the swollen bundle of nerves that threatens to destroy me from the inside out.

“Fuck,” I moan, my mouth open and gasping as my senses are nearly blinded.

“That’s coming,” he says before flicking my nipple with his tongue. “And so are you.” He pulls his fingers out and then pushes three in and I’m breathless and shaking. Crazed. His fingers are so thick, it’s nearly unbearable. It’s the size of an average cock, and from the way he plunges them in and out, he works them like one, too.

His thumb brushes over my clit and I’m seconds from losing my mind, from losing everything.

“Wait,” I cry out desperately. “Please. Not yet, not yet. I want to come around your cock. I want you to feel me squeeze you as I come.”

He pauses and lifts his thumb away. He takes his mouth away from my breast, his beard wet with moisture as his heavy eyes gaze at me. “I plan on making you come all night long, love.”

I’m breathing hard, my hand going to the back of his thick neck that’s already damp with sweat. “The first time I want you inside me. As deep and hard and fast as you can go. Fuck me into oblivion. Then make me come again and again and again after that.”

“So fucking greedy,” he mutters. He shakes his head slightly, a hint of a smile on his glistening lips. “You’re going to bring me to my knees, aren’t you, gorgeous?”

“I’ll be on my knees first,” I say, leaning forward and grabbing his lower lip between my teeth and tugging. “I’m going to put your massive, swollen cock in my mouth and suck you off until you don’t know your own name.”

“Jesus,” he curses roughly, the heat in his green eyes growing hotter. “Fucking little dirty talker you are.”

I bring my mouth to the soft spot where his jaw meets his neck, the stubble brushing against my bruised lips. “Give me dirty and I’ll keep talking.”

“You may regret saying that,” he says between moans as I suck at his neck. “I’ve got a lot to give.”

It occurs to me that he’s talking far more now than he was before. If my strong, silent beast turns into a filthy blabbermouth in the bedroom, there will be no complaints from me.

He pulls back slightly and reaches into his pocket, his pants slung low on his hips, his throbbing cock beating against me in time with his heart. He pulls out a condom. The foil crinkles as he tears it open, and for a moment I wonder if he’d always planned to see me tonight.

I watch eagerly, holding my breath as he slides the sheath on, loving the ease in which he handles himself. His pants fall to his ankles and he positions his tip against my wetness, hesitating, teasing. He grins at me, biting his lip, sly eyes appraising me, as he rubs his engorged head up and down over my swollen skin.

“Stop being a fucking tease,” I whimper, my hands going around the hard lines of his waist, grabbing onto his ass. God, it’s just how I thought it would feel—firm, hard, round, and filled with power waiting to be unleased. I press my palms against his skin and pull him toward me, his cheeks bunched beneath my hands.

My world opens.

With a hiss, he pushes his cock into me with one sharp, searing movement. If I wasn’t so fucking wet, there is no way I’d be able to accommodate him, and even now I feel so deliciously full, I might burst.

“Oh love,” he says with a raspy groan. “Fuck.”

I can only gasp, feeling my toes curl as he slides in further.

It’s better than I imagined.

It’s perfect.

He’s perfect.

With each thrust, his cock drawing in and out, I move backward across the counter. He puts his palm behind my head, firmly holding me in place, allowing him to go deeper and deeper and deeper.

My mind is shattering, I am shattering, the sensation of having him so joined to me, so thick and thorough and all-encompassing, takes over my every thought. I am just feeling and raw, desperate with need. And I want more. So much more.

I’m a greedy, greedy girl.

I grab hold of his biceps, hard as concrete slabs, as he works me in and out. I hold him, still in awe, desperate to hold him close to me. This man, this beast, for now is all mine, and I’m going to have to work hard to be worthy of this.

His mouth joins with mine, moving together in deep, searing kisses in a rhythm that his body matches as he thrusts his hips forward, his cock driving deeper and deeper inside. Every nerve in my body is being pulled inward, swirling into a hard knot, live wires needing the slightest hair trigger to set me free. Each deep shove of his body threatens to undo me.

I run my fingers down his forearms, feeling the ropey muscles as he holds me in place, then I brush my hands back up to his biceps, to the round slabs of his shoulders, down his bare chest, his rippling abs, teasing over the rough hair that leads down to his shaft. I grip him there at the base, wet with my own desire, and he growls unapologetically with wild lust.

I want to make him make those noises until the end of time. Bringing him to his knees once won’t be enough for me.

With one hand, he reaches down and takes my hand off of him and rubs my fingers up and down over my clit. I’m so sensitive, so ready, I whimper, knowing I can’t hold back anymore.

“You said you wanted to come around me,” he whispers throatily into my ear. “You’re going to right now. And I want your neighbors to hear.”