Even with his thumbs against her there, his hands could extend over the tops of her thighs and hold her in place.

“Buuuuullll.” Her heartrate quickened, her muscles went taut. She hovered on the precipice, every nerve screaming.

He pressed the vibes against her harder, even as his merciless grip tightened on her thighs. “I want to watch you come. Feel you quivering around my dick.”

His black eyes held hers as the orgasm crashed over her, consumed her, and she shuddered with mind-shattering pleasure around the thick unmoving shaft deep inside her.

Discarding the ring vibes, he set his hands on her breasts, roughly pinching and rolling her nipples, overloading her nerves with the devastating sensations.

Before the climaxing waves slowed, he grasped her ass and lifted her up, then yanked her down onto his cock.

A moan burst from her at the stunning pleasure. Madonna, he was so big.

Her orgasm went on and on as she drove down on him over and over, feeling each impact through her whole body. His gaze was on her bouncing breasts, and his smile was purely carnal.

“My turn, woman.” Gripping her hips, he lifted his ass up to grind into her, sending searing pleasure across her engorged clit. Then he took control, lifting her like a doll, pulling her down, hammering into her, deep and hard, taking his own pleasure with a fierce need that satisfied something inside her.

The cords in his neck stood out, and she reveled in hearing his low growl of satisfaction as he came inside her.

After a bit, he drew her down on top of him. With a sigh, she laid her head on his wide chest. Her heart was still racing, and her muscles felt limper than over-cooked pasta.

“Mmm.” His purr of satisfaction was something she’d never tire of hearing.

Before she drifted off completely, he gently pulled out, eased from under her to dispose of the condom, then cleaned them both up.

She should get up, too. She needed to get back to her own place. Somehow, she’d stayed longer at the dinner than she’d planned. Caz kept refilling her wine glass, and Audrey brought out a board game she thought Regan would like. It felt so much like being at Nonna’s that Frankie hadn’t been able to leave.

“You’re thinking too hard, sweetheart.” Pulling back the covers, Bull slid her under and tucked her against his side, his body dwarfing hers.

“I should be going,” she whispered.

“I want you to stay.” Bull pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “We want you to stay.”

She lifted her head to stare at him. “We? Your family tells you what women to take to bed? That’s simply wrong.”

He was laughing too hard to speak for a moment. Then he snapped his fingers, and Gryff planted two paws on the mattress. “Gryff, tell Frankie you want her to stay. Howl, buddy.”