Free Wicked All Night by Shayla Black Page A

her walls, had her tossing her head back, breathing hard, a frantic cry on her lips. “Decker . . .”
    â€œTell me you want me to fuck you.”
    Her blood boiled, burning away any semblance of pride. “Yes. Please. I do. Now.”
    â€œTell me you want me to fuck you until you can’t take a moment more.”
    Even the image had her squirming beneath him and crying out again. “Yes!”
    The word hadn’t even finished clearing her lips before he thrust deep inside her. She gasped. Her eyes went wide with panic and pain. She couldn’t take another inch of him.
    Stiffening, Rachel tried discreetly to wriggle and displace him, put some distance between them.
    â€œDoes that hurt?”
    â€œA little.”
    â€œShh. Relax.” He grabbed her hips in his hands, easing back. Rachel sighed in relief.
    But he wasn’t absent for long. He only put enough distance between them to work a pair of fingers inside her and stretch her. His clever digits found a sensitive spot inside her, and she arched her back, spreading wide for him until she accommodated another finger. Then another.
    When she was mewling, Decker withdrew, then nudged his staff against her opening again.
    His nostrils flared, his eyes narrowing. “Now you should be more comfortable. Tell me if you’re not, and I’ll work you open slowly. But you won’t get away from me, Rachel.”
    As if she wanted to . . .
    Then he reared back and thrust into her roughly, deeper, working against the swollen, constricting flesh of her sex. But his fingers had worked some magic. The discomfort was gone.
    He groaned. “That’s right. That’s good. Let me in.”
    Wasn’t he already in?
    Lifting her hips up to him, Decker pressed down into her body with another shallow stroke. Then he withdrew slowly. The friction of his flesh over nerve endings she hadn’t known she possessed caused her to cry out.
    â€œI’m getting deeper, beautiful. Yes . . . You’re so sweet and tight. I’m going to make you come for me. You want that. I want to feel it. Just take all of me.”
    She still hadn’t?
    Rachel moaned. Decker ground into her clit again with his hard length, then shifted down, rooting at her opening once more. With one heavy push, he grunted, then seared his way into her body, up, up, up, filling every corner and recess of her with his thick possession, stretching her almost beyond her limit.
    Mercy . . .
    He rubbed a sensitive spot so deep inside her that Rachel felt herself swell even more. He drew back and kindled all those nerves again. And again. The flames licking her body turned incendiary. She bucked under him, cried out for him, clenched her fists and begged. His bared teeth and determined face told her that nothing would stop him from giving this pleasure to her.
    Holy cow!
Rachel had known he would be every bit as good as her fantasies, but never had she imagined this sort of ecstasy.
    Relentlessly, he pushed in and out of her, hitting that spot so deep and shocking with every last plunge. She closed her eyes, struggling to breathe. Her thighs tightened. She wanted her arms around him, but he held her pinned to the bed and drove into her again and again.
    â€œOpen your eyes.”
    She squeezed them even more tightly shut, so focused on the sensations that stacked on top of her restraint, crushing it. Her clit burned. He shocked the end of her passage with every forceful thrust.
    â€œFucking open your eyes and look at me.”
    Something about his deep growl forced her to obey. His face hovered just above hers, and he fused their stares together. A jolt, a zing, an electric sizzle—they lit her up. The forces in her body swirled together, spinning faster and faster, taking her down with them like a whirlpool sucking away her ability to breathe, to care about anything but the ecstasy about to sear across her