Free Talk to Me by Cassandra Carr Page A

man.
    He chuckled, but his laughter sounded strained. She took comfort in the fact she wasn't the only one on the ragged edge of control.
    “Oh, I'm not stopping, sweetheart. Not until we finish this. But I need to be inside you. Now. I'l make you come over and over, I promise you that,
    but my cock is about to burst because I want to fuck you so badly.”
    Jamie bit her lip. “Do you, um... Do you have a condom?”
    “Taking care of it right now,” he answered.
    She heard the package tear open, and before she knew it, his cock was poised at the entrance to her pussy. He leaned in close again, nipping
    briefly at her sensitive earlobe.
    “I need you so much, it's gonna take all my self-control just to keep from pounding your tight little pussy right through the wal . But despite my
    nickname, I would never hurt you, so we'l take this nice and slow. Wel , as nice and slow as I can manage.”
    “I don't want slow; I want hard and fast. Pound me. I want it. I want everything. Fuck me, Drew, please!” Holy shit—who am I ? She never imagined in a mil ion years she'd be saying those words to a guy she'd met just last week, but she wanted this—she wanted him. She pushed back
    against him and heard him hiss as her pussy made contact with the head of his cock.
    He leaned into her again, his mouth skimming along the sensitive curve of her neck. “What a little vixen you are.”
    Licking al the way from her jaw to her ear, he kept talking, seducing her with his voice. It cascaded over her, teasing her with its promise.
    “We have plenty of time. There's no one here. I felt how tight your pussy was around my fingers, and I just wanna make sure we both have a good
    time.”
    His soft words calmed her, and she nodded her assent. As she bent at the waist to take him more easily, she felt the blunt head pushing into her
    sex. Her wal s clenched around him, and he moaned.
    “See what I mean?” Drew asked her. “Your sweet little pussy is as tight as a virgin's. You're not a virgin, though, are you, honey?”
    He teased her, pushing a little farther into her with each word. His words, his dirty, sexy words, were doing her in. She knew it; she accepted it.
    “No,” she answered, breathless, as he continued his excruciatingly slow invasion of her. Suddenly he pul ed back out and then thrust al the way
    in. She was racked with sensation. He kneed her legs farther apart and pul ed back again, then grabbed her hips with his large, rough hands and
    slammed back in. She splayed her hands out on the wal so she could push back against his thrusts. The resulting pressure was a heady rush of
    arousal.
    As he fisted his hand in her hair to draw her head back, she sneaked a peek at him. Is this really happening? Am I really having sex with the
    guy I'm working for ? Every inch of his tal , muscular frame looked tempting, even though he remained almost ful y dressed. She wanted to run her
    tongue from the top of his head al the way to his feet in the worst way.
    Jamie didn't have time for a more thorough inspection. He kissed her. She tasted his desire, his desperation, and his power. He poured
    everything he had into her mouth, and she grateful y accepted al of it. His cock drew slowly in and out of her in time to the thrusts of his tongue and
    the cadence of his voice as the promo continued to play on Repeat. She could feel his erection pulsing and knew he couldn't be far from orgasm.
    The way he was kissing her, the rush of his short, harsh breaths, and the possessive, almost frantic hold he had on her brought a rush of satisfaction
    to her sex-addled brain.
    She was making Drew Milan, a wel -known womanizer, practical y pant with excitement. The knowledge was enough to send her over the edge,
    her pussy clamping down on him hard as she began to orgasm. Her eyes closed, and she clawed at the wal in front of her as a low keening sound
    emerged.
    Drew felt his bal s tighten with the familiar surge of pleasure when Jamie started coming