Free Keeping His Promise: A When It Happens Novella, Book 2 by Rhyannon Byrd

hard, guttural moan from the back of his throat. But when she tried to curl her fingers around him, he was too big.
    Oh…um, wow . Her skin tingled as she investigated the hard, steely shaft, learning him through touch, while her senses reeled from the way he was thrusting that wicked finger inside her, learning her just as thoroughly.
    He was, uh, long. Much longer than anyone she’d been with—and thick. Thick enough to make it hurt, because she knew he was going to stretch her wide when he started trying to push that massive thing inside her.
    “Nat, relax,” he whispered, somehow sensing her tension. He kissed his way along the underside of her jaw, while his finger flexed inside her, rubbing against the front wall of her sex. It felt so incredible it made her cry out, her body doing exactly as he’d commanded. She moaned his name, unable to keep her hips from surging against him, pleading for more.
    “That’s it, baby. Move for me.”
    He pushed another big finger in alongside the first, and found her clit with the callused pad of his thumb, pressing and circling. Her body arched against him like she’d been shocked, and her head went back, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears.
    “Jesus, Nat.” His silky hair tickled her chin as he nuzzled her throat, his open mouth pressed against the hammering beat of her pulse. “You’re going to feel so fucking good on me.”
    “If…if you fit,” she said with a breathless laugh. She gripped his breathtaking cock in both hands now, and the heavy knot-work of veins beneath his hot, velvety skin gave a hard pulse as she tightened her grip on him. “And that’s a big freaking if.”
    “You’ll take me.” There was a smile in the husky words, and she shivered as he rubbed his lips against the sensitive skin just beneath her ear, nipping it with his teeth. “You’re as tight as a fist, but you’ll take me. Every fucking inch of me.”
    Pulling his hand from between her legs, he suddenly gripped the sides of her head, holding her still for another deep, ravenous kiss. His wicked tongue rubbed against hers, doing delicious things to her mouth that were melting her down, her sex tingling with a hot, slick pulse of need, her panties so wet they were soaked. Then he pulled back, and dropped to his knees while she was still trying to take her next breath, his downward motion forcing her to release his cock.
    “Wha—” she got out, just before he pushed her thighs farther apart, took the front of her panties in both hands, and ripped them off of her. Then he cursed something raw and husky, the dirty words still rumbling on his lips when he angled his head a bit to the side and shoved his face against her. She made a sharp, keening sound as she dug her hands into his thick hair, stunned by the feel of his hot mouth on that most sensitive part of her. He went at her with his lips and tongue and teeth, holding her open with his thumbs, sucking on her so hungrily she could hear the wet sounds of his mouth moving against her flesh.
    Holy, holy, holy shit , she thought when she looked down, thinking that had to be the hottest freaking thing she’d ever seen: Sean Cartwright on his knees in front of her, his eyes on hers, tongue lapping at her wet clit, while his hands were busy tugging a condom he must have pulled from his wallet over his massive cock. The sight alone was enough to make her orgasm—which was exactly what happened.
    It was a little embarrassing, how quickly she came undone for him. But not even an act of God could have stopped the flood of pleasure that tore through her, every nerve ending sizzling, while liquid heat poured through her veins, melting her down. Her throat shook, eyes hot with tears, so much emotion and feeling building inside her that the climax just kept going, and he devoured every part of it, his tongue greedily licking at her drenched flesh and thrusting inside her, eating at her like he was some kind of sex god