He lifted my hip and held me closer as his long, thick cock tunneled impossibly deeper inside me. “That the spot, baby?” he whispered against my cheek.

I pushed my head back into the pillow as I tried to deal with what was happening. “You’re bigger now. I don’t think I’ve ever felt you this deep,” I groaned.

“Hmmm, a part of you previously untouched by man? This must be what Neil Armstrong felt like when he walked on the moon.” I felt him smile against my cheek. He circled his hips, and the broad head of his dick stirred a part of me I hadn’t even known existed. “Put a flag on this spot right here, Blaire, because it’s fucking mine. I’m claiming it, and no one else will ever touch you here. Just me, baby.”

“Just you,” I promised, looking into his eyes and surrendering myself to him. He continued that delicious circling movement inside me as I felt another climax on the horizon. “God, Ax. I’m coming again. Oh. God. So. Fucking. Good.” And then I couldn’t utter another word as the deepest, longest orgasm I had ever experienced threatened to tear my body to shreds if I didn’t hang onto something. I clutched onto his body with my arms and legs and sunk my teeth into his shoulder, going along for the glorious ride as he lunged forward, again and again, to fill me entirely.

He buried his face in my hair as he lost control. “Blaire. Coming so hard. Oh God, Blaire.” I felt his penis pulsing heavily as he came, and I wished like hell he wasn’t wearing a condom because I wanted him to mark me there in the most primitive way possible. In that spot deep inside me that no one else had ever touched. Just Ax.

“Mine,” he whispered as he collapsed on top of me, his face turned so I could feel his hot, heavy breaths against the side of my face. Jesus, I can’t breathe. He was so damned heavy I couldn’t even get the words out to tell him to move. I squirmed a little, and he groaned. “Christ, you greedy woman. Give me a minute to recover, and we’ll go again.”

This fool thought I wanted more sex. I would have giggled, but that generally required a person to actually have air in their lungs.

I pushed upward against his shoulders, and he lifted his hard body a little, allowing me to suck in a deep, welcoming breath. “If you don’t get off me, you’re going to be lying on a corpse in about ninety seconds,” I wheezed.