“Fuck yes,” he said, getting up and moving to the bed. Never looking away from her, he grabbed a condom from the nightstand. “I’m willing to beg, plead, whatever you want.” He started to roll the condom on, his dick so sensitive already he was on the edge of coming. “Let me see you. Please.”

He waited, holding his breath and his cock, and watched as she unhooked her bra and slipped it off. That’s when things went a little glitchy in his head. Her tits weren’t just perfect, they were something even better than that, and once he had blood going to his brain again, he’d ask her what the word for that was. She was the author, after all.

“God, you’re beautiful.” It was so true it was like saying the sky was blue or water was wet.

Then she took off her panties and stood before him in only that sinfully sexy red lipstick, and the world stopped spinning.

Fucking hell.

She was gorgeous, like a voluptuous sex goddess, all soft curves with a solid strength underneath that promised not only could she take care of everything, she’d also smite anyone who got in her way.

He’d never wanted anyone more in his life.

“Come here,” he said, sounding as desperate for her as he felt, as he sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his forearms.

She closed the distance between them, getting on the bed and straddling him before reaching between her legs and wrapping her hand around his cock. “Is this what you want?”

He’d thought he’d been hard before. He was wrong. Lust burned through him at her light touch and nearly undid him. “You are all I want.”

She lowered herself down on him, enveloping him in her slick warmth, and started to ride him slow and steady, her big tits swaying as she moved. Her sweet mouth was open, her head tossed back as she took what she wanted, what she needed. The temptation was too much, and he curled the rest of the way up, threaded his hands through her dark hair, and brought her mouth down to his, kissing her with everything he had as her body rocked against his.

It was the best kind of torture, the kind that had him holding on to her, kissing her, for dear life as pleasure rolled through him in waves. It was good, so fucking good—but he wanted more. He wanted all of her.

Breaking the kiss, he grabbed her hips and stopped her in mid-downward thrust. She gave him a questioning look, but there was no time for her to say anything before he lifted her up and off of him, then put her on her back in the middle of the bed. Her dark hair was spread out and her legs were spread wide. Fuck, those legs, they were a sight to behold, full and thick.