Total Temptation by Alice Gaines Page B

she was split as wide as her legs could go, her pussy exposed. With a shift of his own hips, he brought the head of his cock to her entrance, and he pushed forward, impaling her.
    She’d never had anyone so deep inside her, not even with Bobby earlier. Before this, she couldn’t have imagined such total penetration. Intense, he’d said. He hadn’t exaggerated. She closed her eyes and let out a whimper.
    â€œAm I hurting you?” he asked.
    â€œNo. Oh, God, no. It feels so . . .”
    â€œGood?”
    â€œOh, Bobby,” she whispered.
    â€œI guess that’s a yes.” He pulled nearly out and pressed into her again. So large, each inch of him stroked her inner walls. With the water still spraying against them, he set a steady rhythm of thrust and retreat. Their ragged breathing filled the space around them, bounced off the walls, and came back to ring in her ears.
    If she’d thought she understood the term “fucking” before, she had to add a whole new definition now. Each forward surge brought her hard against him, jolting her clitoris in much the same way the spray of water had. That, plus the incredible fullness of the passage of his cock, created a lethal combination.
    â€œCome for me,” he whispered.
    â€œOh, yes.”
    â€œThere’s nothing like feeling you come all around me. You grip me tight and then go crazy.”
    That was pretty much what it felt like from her side, too, and it was like nothing else in the world. She’d experience that again soon as he picked up the pace. She slapped against him with every movement, and the sense of inevitability loomed. She could hold the climax off for a little while, enjoy as much of him as she could take, but eventually it would catch up with her, and she’d have to surrender.
    â€œDamn, I need it,” he said. “This is so fucking good.”
    â€œIntense.”
    â€œWant more?” he asked.
    â€œPlease.” What could possibly be more than what he was already giving to her?
    She didn’t ask, but he answered, anyway. Never breaking their connection, he lifted her higher and slammed into her. He grunted with the effort of every thrust, and her back did hit the tiles, but it paled in comparison to the violence inside her. The tide rose and rose. She could only hang on as the orgasm claimed her, all the way from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair. She tensed as wave after wave of ecstasy rushed through her. The convulsions followed, rhythmic and strong, grasping at his cock where it still moved inside her.
    His orgasm came right after hers. As deeply as he’d penetrated her, she could almost sense the pressure building in his sac and then the release of his semen. His shouts ricocheted off the shower walls. Proof that she’d given him as much pleasure as he had her. He held her hard against him for several seconds as he finished, and then with a sigh, he lowered her to the floor.
    His arms closed around her, and she rested against his chest. She’d made quite a habit of this in the last few hours—tucking her head under his chin and feeling his heart slow down under her palm. Slowly, the real world intruded. The feel of tiles under her feet and the sprays of water against her shoulders and back.
    â€œGood thing the hot water didn’t run out,” she said.
    â€œThe club has an unlimited supply,” he said. “For obvious reasons.”
    She ran her arms around his waist and hugged him. “So, is there anything you can’t do?”
    â€œI’m not much of a bowler.”
    â€œWhat a relief. I was afraid you might be perfect.”
    â€œI’m not the perfect man for you, princess. You deserve better,” he said.
    She glanced up at him. He wore a wistful, almost sad expression, his gaze not focusing in the here and now. It was the first sign of vulnerability he’d given her. The first indication that he had more to him