“You’re close,” he managed to growl out.

“Yes. Oh . . .” She writhed, then opened her eyes to spear him with a needy, almost panicked look. When he curled his finger against the one spot designed to send her soaring, she cried out and thrashed again. “So close. It’s right there. Please.”

Axel wanted to be inside her when he gave her this first orgasm. And he damn well knew it wouldn’t be the last.

With one last lave of her twitching clit, he climbed up her body, anchoring his hips between her thighs. Elbows on either side of her head, he took her mouth and probed her pussy with his searching cock. She spread even wider for him, lifted up, helpful and welcoming, silently begging. Dizziness swarmed his head. Jesus, she was headier than the best buzz.

His heart pounded, his blood surged as Axel pushed at her opening, insistently trying to bury himself in the juicy heat. But her cunt felt tighter than a vise. He’d barely managed to wedge more than the head inside her when the grip of her flesh impeded him from submerging deeper.

“Open up to me. I’ll make you feel so good once you let me.”

“I know.” She pushed up at him, and he sank in another inch.

It wasn’t enough. In that moment, he wondered if he’d ever get enough of her.

The thought had barely finished blindsiding him before she exhaled and forced her body to relax. He sank in a bit more, then retracted, coating his stiff length with more of her delicious essence before he pushed in again—and again.

Slowly, her body yielded to him. Her thoughts and her desire had given way to him long ago. Now he merely fought the head-spinning clutch of her cunt grabbing at his stiff length. She made him work for every inch she ceded. She milked his flesh, squirming all over his cock, before her body seized up again. The incredible struggle only dragged him closer to the edge of his own pleasure, and he could see the giant chasm of ecstasy right before him.

Damn it, he had to fuck her first. Good and hard, in some way leaving his mark on her so she could never forget that he’d been here and taken her thoroughly. He liked the hell out of that idea.

As Axel surged forward again, determined to plant every aching inch of his cock inside her, she surrendered a bit more. Everything about her made him need to conquer her, to say he’d filled, claimed, taken. Made her give him absolutely every bit of herself to him.

She arched, keened again. She’d be a screamer, he’d bet, and he couldn’t wait to hear her cries in his ear as she burst into ecstasy around his cock.

“Just a little more. Almost there . . . Breathe with me.” He dragged a lungful of air, then released it audibly, gratified when she joined him. “Spread just a little wider and—” He couldn’t swallow back his groan when she finally opened enough to take the last inch of his erection deep in her hungry cunt. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

She panted and opened her eyes, staring up at him with a wonder that damn near stopped his heart. She wasn’t a virgin. Despite her tightness, he could attest to that fact. But her expression told him that, in some way, she was experiencing pleasure for the very first time.

That yanked him off the chain so fucking fast, Axel didn’t even have time to tell himself to slow down before he grabbed her nape, holding her gaze captive, and began pounding into her relentlessly.

She lit him up like a live wire, as if, through her, he’d begun superconducting enough electricity to light up the Dallas skyline. Energy sizzled over his skin and shuddered down his spine before settling into every stiff inch he’d buried inside her. And with each thrust, her eyes widened, finally taking on a stunned, dazed quality. But she never looked away from him.

Damn it, he’d love to see her without the wig, the contacts, the makeup. Axel had a feeling he was fucking the most beautiful woman of his life, and he really had no idea what she truly looked like.

Before round two—which they’d definitely get to—he’d whittle away all the artificial crap and see the real her.

For now, he settled into the most heavenly pussy in his memory, feeling the gentle bounce of her breasts as he drilled her without pause. He’d ask her if it was too much, too hard, too fast, but given her unbridled response, everything he did with her felt more than all right. Under him, she rocked with every stroke. A rosy flush stole up her cheeks. Gasps and groans sounded from those sweet lips, slowly turning more guttural. And she gripped his cock like she wouldn’t last more than a few moments without falling into orgasm.

Axel couldn’t stop himself from seizing her mouth and devouring her. Fuck, he was inside of her in every way, and somehow it still wasn’t enough. He had to hear her, see her, feel her climax for him.

“You’re going to come.” He didn’t bother asking because he knew. Primal pleasure filled him at the thought that he could drive this beauty to that pleasure so quickly and completely.

“Yes!” She struggled against his hold on her wrists. “Let me touch you.”

Normally, he’d prefer to stay in control. He dictated when and where he allowed a partner to put a hand on him at all. This one? He wanted everything she would give him—desire, affection, screaming orgasm.

Axel released her wrists. His beauty flung her arms around him and gripped his hips with her legs, clasping him close—not like a woman merely chasing ecstasy. No, she drank in the experience and clutched him, almost as if he was the experience. He’d often been valued for his control, his Domination, even his prowess. He wasn’t sure he’d actually had a lover who wanted more than what he could do for her when she fell under his command and into his bed. Something about the way she welcomed him into her body said she also wanted the man under the Dom.

He pinned her with a delving stare. In a distant part of his brain, he wished to fuck he could figure her out. At this moment, most of his concentration centered around holding back long enough to make her come first. The tight grip of her sex threatened to blow the top off his head, and he couldn’t wait to feel her explode around him and shoot him into the stratosphere.

“Axel!” She dug her nails into his shoulder. Her mouth fell open. Her eyes slid shut.

No fucking way. “Look at me.”

Her lashes fluttered, drifting open again, revealing her artificial blue eyes. But colored contacts couldn’t mask the way she melted under his body, dissolved for his touch. He shuttled in and out of her pussy at a breakneck pace, seating himself deeper with every stroke. She was right on the edge, so close, he could almost see her toppling into the abyss.

Axel intended to help her along ASAP.

He slid his hands under her world-class ass and lifted her up. Now he applied friction to her clit with his body, back and forth in a burn of skin that coiled her even tighter and ratcheted up the tension between them. It brewed, built, escalating, climbing faster and harder and higher.

Until she clamped down on him so tightly he couldn’t move even a fraction. And she screamed.

Her cry rang in his ear, in his head. Something about it—about her—absolutely flipped his switch. Knowing he’d given her the sort of pleasure that made her rake his back with her nails and cling to him as if he were the only man on the planet did everything for him. It shot him off into the kind of mind-jarring, soul-shifting ecstasy he’d heard guys like Mitchell Thorpe and Logan Edgington talk about sharing with their women but had always quietly suspected was bullshit.

The need gathered low in his belly. Blood rushed. Tingling began at the base of his cock and began working its way upward. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think or control his movements or care about a damn thing except this woman in his arms whose name he didn’t really know. But she gave to him so completely and honestly that, as the prickling pleasure shot up his dick, he groaned out, sank his fingers into the firm flesh of her ass, pulled her as close to him as possible, then released everything he had to give inside her in a fireworks of unparalleled bliss.