Free RockMySenses by Lisa Carlisle

Mortensen was yummy in that role. Mike liked the character
for different reasons, I’m sure.
    His bed took up most of the room, I guessed it to be
king-sized. The comforter covering us was black and soft, some sort of fine
cotton blend. How did that get on us—did he cover us up after I dozed off?
    Mike lay next to me, his arm and leg draped over my body,
breathing in a slow, steady rhythm. Today was the big day, the one in which I
received the keys for the studio. Before I faced the challenge ahead, I
relished the moment, savoring the warmth where his skin touched mine.
    After several minutes, I shifted. With so much to do, I had
to get up at some point.
    He leaned against me and murmured, “Morning.” He pressed his
hardening erection against my ass. “God, you feel good.”
    Wiggling my ass back to encourage him to continue, I
murmured, “Mmm, good morning.” I peeked over my shoulder at his hazel eyes
gleaming with passion. A disarming look that almost made me sigh.
    His arm snaked around to reach for my breasts. My nipples
tingled and elongated as he stroked them, sending white-hot heat to my pussy.
He reached between my legs and stroked me, intuitively knowing what I craved. I
grinded back against him as I grew wet with need. He pressed his cock there,
teasing me. As the friction grew, so did my need.
    “Fuck me again, Mike, before I have to leave.”
    “Oh, you’re not going anywhere any time soon,” he said, and
flipped me onto my stomach.
    I pushed up onto all fours. “I have to go,” I said. “I’m
meeting the landlord at one.”
    “Then I still have a few more hours.” He slapped my ass and
I cried out.
    “Did you like that?”
    As the stinging receded, it fueled my lust. I whispered,
“Yes.”
    “I didn’t hear you.” He slapped me again harder.
    “Damn it,” I cried. “Yes. I like it!”
    “That’s better.” He placed his hand where he’d just struck,
giving relief to the heated spot. Then he reached around to stroke my pussy.
“You’re so wet. You really are a naughty little girl, aren’t you?”
    “Uh huh,” I murmured.
    His teased my entrance with his cock and I moved back,
encouraging him to fill me. He moved the head in and then pulled it out again.
“Now,” I pleaded. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”
    He disappeared from behind me and when I turned back, he had
grabbed a condom. After he put it on, he rubbed my folds again, making me wait
for what I wanted most. When he finally entered me, he did so slowly at first.
So much so that I cried, “More!”
    He planted his hands on my shoulders as he filled me to the
brink of pain. He thrust in the last few inches and I cried out again.
    “You like it rough, don’t you?”
    “I do,” I said.
    He grabbed my hair and tugged, nuzzling my neck. “I bet you
like this too,” he whispered.
    “Mmmmm…” God, he was so friggin’ hot. I’d never woken up to
be taken like this—a primal need overwhelming us both.
    Before I could answer, he thrust deeply into me, pumping
into me fast and hard. I grabbed at the headboard, thankful it had wooden slats
for me to hold on to. I glimpsed a painting of a medieval battle above his bed,
but then closed my eyes as the sensations building inside took all my concentration.
    “You’re so fuckin’ wet, Allana. You feel so damn good.”
    My reply came out one moan after another and occasionally a
squeal as he rammed into me. He reached around and rubbed my clit, commanding
my attention as the sensations grew more intense. I could barely take it, one
part of me wanted him to stop, the other thought I would die if he did so. My
fists tightened around the wood, I swore my knuckles must have turned white.
    “Come on, girl. Come for me.”
    He increased his speed and thrust as well as the pressure on
my clit. When I thought I couldn’t survive another moment of such overwhelming
pleasure and pain, my world shattered behind my eyelids. As the aftershocks
rippled through me, he slammed into