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  My breath stalled in my lungs.

  “I-I don’t shave,” I told him.

  He grinned at me, then slipped his finger into the top of my panties, exposing my lower region to his gaze.

  “I see that,” he said. “Don’t like looking at bare vaginas, to be honest. Makes me feel like a pedophile who’s into little girls.”

  I definitely wasn’t that.

  “Trimmed, like yours, is how I want it.” He growled.

  Then one finger dipped inside.

  The tip of his finger slid between my pussy lips and grazed my clit, causing my entire body to jolt.

  Oh, God.

  I wasn’t going to make it.

  Another touch like that, and I was going to orgasm.

  That I knew for a certainty.

  Somehow, he knew it, too.

  So when he did it again, this time watching my face the entire time, I bit my lip…and came.

  It was the best feeling I’d ever experienced in my entire life.

  I now knew what the big deal was, and it was everything.

  Stars burst over my vision, and my head went back.

  My bun that was situated nicely on the lower portion of my skull was knocked askew when my head went back, and a gasping scream left my throat.

  But the icing on the cake? That was Tate’s reaction to me coming.

  One second I was on his lap, still fully clothed.

  And the next, I was naked except for my garter belt and stockings.

  My bra was the last thing to go, hitting the floor beside the skirt, shirt, and ripped panties.

  By the time I came back from having my mind blown, his mouth was descending toward my nipple.

  The moment that his hot mouth closed around the very tip and sucked it inside, I felt my juices leaving my body in a steady rush.

  I wanted this man more than anything. More than I wanted a cookie after a meal. More than I wanted a puppy. More than I wanted to win a million dollars and spend it on a house and land where I could have horses.

  I wanted him with the ferocity of a hungry lion looking for its next kill.

  Then I felt his teeth nibble on my nipple, and I latched onto the first solid thing I could find—his shoulders.

  My nails dug in, and I stared, transfixed, as he watched me watch him.

  We were tied together right then, staring deeply into each other’s eyes, as something profound passed between us.

  “Unzip my jeans,” he ordered, while kneading my breast.

  Then he bit down again, this time a little bit harder, causing my hips to jerk.

  “Unzip. My. Jeans.”

  I reached down, almost on autopilot, and unzipped his jeans.

  I was awkward, clumsy, and it was obvious I’d never done it before.

  But he didn’t stop playing with my breast. Didn’t stop giving attention to my nipples.

  Did nothing but watch me fumble with his belt. Try twice to unsnap his jeans until I realized that it was a button. Then yank down his zipper so hard and fast that it almost got caught on the erection that I could see and feel.

  He did nothing to reprimand me. Did nothing to change my awkward ways.

  Only watched as I shoved open his jeans, then ran my finger over the wide column filling his boxer briefs.

  Oh, God.

  And what a big thing it was.

  So, so big.

  I immediately started to get nervous.

  “Take. Out. My. Cock.”

  When I didn’t comply fast enough, he pinched my nipple between two knuckles and squeezed.

  I hadn’t realized how much I’d needed the roughness—the orders—until he’d delivered them.

  But with him telling me everything I needed to do, I found that my brain cleared long enough for me to comply.

  I hooked my fingers of both hands into the waistband of his briefs and pulled the band down.

  Exposing his cock slowly, I bit my lip as I got my first good look at the base of him.

  His hair surrounding where his cock attached to his pelvic region was dark. Almost black. The base of his cock was thick, surrounded by pubic hair, and so thick that I worried that my fingers wouldn’t even fit around it.

  The more I exposed of his cock, the more that I realized that Tate Casey was anything but average.

  I was always a curious girl.

  I’d watched porn. I knew what a penis looked like.

  Tate Casey’s cock was a porn penis.

  Big, thick, veiny, and long.

  It started out a tanned, lovely shade of brown, and turned into a ruddy red the more of it that was exposed.

  And the crown?

  My god.

  The tip of his penis finally freed from his underwear, and it hit his washboard stomach with a thick smack.

  I bit my lip and looked up at him, only just now realizing that he’d stopped what he was doing to my breasts.

  Both of my nipples were hard peaks, and they looked—as well as felt—angry and red.

  My breasts were heaving, and my pussy—yes, I finally realized the merit of saying pussy, because vagina just didn’t work in situations such as these—was throbbing with need.

  I wanted nothing more than to take this man’s cock inside of me, and ride it straight into the sunset.

  I, Hennessy Hanes, also wasn’t stupid.

  I knew what would happen if I tried to put his cock in me and slam down on it. He’d rip me a new one.

  The man was hung.

  There was no other definition for it.

  He was huge, hard, and extended to his belly button. That had to be at least eight, if not nine, inches in total length.

  “Lost you.”

  My eyes found his, and I bit my lip.

  “I’m pretty sure that you’re huge, and I might not like this very much.”

  He grinned and let his hands slide from my ribcage where they’d been sitting to my belly. Then they curved around to my splayed thighs and dipped down over my sex. One thumb went on one side of my cleft, and one went on the other. All he did was run those two thick appendages down the length of my sex, didn’t touch anything important, and my back arched.

  Oh, God.

  He was going to kill me.

  “It’s a man’s job to make his woman ready, honey,” he teased. “Let me tell you a secret.”

  I leaned in, enthralled with the way his eyes stayed on mine.

  “What?”

  He grinned and leaned forward until his mouth was a scant inch from mine. “It always fits.”

  My mouth fell open, but before I could sputter out the response required in situations like these, he finally let those thumbs do some work, and slipped one straight into my willing pussy, while the other one went up to my clit.

  The double whammy he just committed was enough to steal the breath straight from my lungs as I moaned out, low and loud.

  “Shhhh,” he whispered. “We don’t want you making too much noise, do we?”

  I grinned and opened my mouth to say, “How can I not?” But when I went to say it, he pulled my head down to his, and let his tongue slip inside my mouth that I’d opened to argue with.

  The air in my lungs returned as I gasped into his mouth.

  This was already the best sexual experience of my life, and I’d only had his thumb enter me.

  What would I feel when it was his cock?

  His kisses had me dizzy, and by the time he was through, I was riding his thumb, desperate to get to a point that I wasn’t sure I was ready for.

  The thumb inside of me was making slick, wet sounds each time I raised and lowered my hips, and at one point, I knew I would’ve been embarrassed. That point would be later, not right now. The way he made me feel…God, I couldn’t even explain it.

  It was like I’d gotten all of my favorite things at once. All of those things now centered around Tate.

  I didn’t think that even
a Snickers would make this day any better.

  Nothing, and I do mean nothing, could ruin it.

  Even if he stopped right this second, I knew that it’d be something I remembered for the rest of my life. Something I compared all other sexual encounters to for the rest of my time on Earth.

  But then he did go and make it better.

  “Drop that tight cunt onto my cock,” he ordered, holding his cock up like he was wielding a weapon.

  There was no hesitation at all. Zero. Zilch. Nada.

  I lifted up and waited for him to position his cock at my entrance, and he didn’t disappoint.

  The moment I felt him there, I started to descend, filling myself full of so much Tate that I wasn’t sure I could take it.

  “Easy, baby,” he cooed, running his rough hand up the outside of my thigh. “Take it slow. We’re in no hurry.”

  Except for I wanted him inside me so badly that I couldn’t think straight. Oh, and let’s not forget the fact that I had an appointment in an hour.

  I had a feeling Tate could go for days. An hour would be inconsequential to him.

  But I’d give it the good ol’ college try!

  My thighs burned as I pulled back up, coating his cock with more of my need that was leaking from my pussy.

  The extra lubrication helped, and the second pass of his cock came much smoother, allowing me to take another few inches. But he still wasn’t all the way inside.

  “I guess what they say is true,” I panted. “Big feet, big hands…”

  He started to laugh, and by doing that, he was making the cock inside of me jump.

  “I’m not sure that’s true in real life, but in our world, we’re going to go with it.”

  I bit my lip and tried not to blurt out how much seeing him laugh—feeling him laugh—made me happy.

  He’d stop, and I didn’t want him to stop.

  Not ever.

  His hands on my hips guided me, telling me how much I could take, and setting the pace in which we would go.

  I allowed this, unable to do anything but, and rode the wave that was Tate.

  He controlled every single aspect of our lovemaking—or our fucking. I couldn’t tell which one it was at this point. But regardless, this man made me feel so much that I knew that today would forever change me.

  We’d made no promises to each other, and honestly, that was okay.

  The man knew what he wanted, and I did, too.

  I wanted him, pure and simple.

  Then he slammed me down onto him, and I was forced to take everything.

  There wasn’t a single inch of me that wasn’t filled with him.

  My eyes closed, and my head fell back. My breath hitched for a few long seconds, but I continued to breathe through it. Though, I did have to admit that it was difficult.

  “Look down at us.”

  I let my head fall forward, my eyes taking in where we were joined.

  His cock made my pussy stretch so full that it looked nearly painful.

  It didn’t feel painful…yet.

  “Told you it would fit.”

  I bit my lip and tilted my head back up, my eyes meeting his.

  “You did, didn’t you?”

  He growled something at me, then used those large, strong arms of his to wrap around my waist, pulling me into his chest.

  Then he fucked me.

  This was no lovemaking. This was fucking, plain as day.

  The force of his thrusts, compared with the way he pulled me down so forcefully, had my orgasm starting that climb again.

  How it could be possible, I didn’t know, but I knew tomorrow, nothing else would ever be good enough.

  Only Tate’s cock would do.

  “Fuck,” I breathed.

  I didn’t even realize I’d said a curse word. Tate did.

  He laughed, deep and low, as he continued to fuck me.

  The backs of my thighs were hitting the tops of his so hard that loud slaps filled the quiet office.

  The springs of the couch were squeaking, and it would only be later that I realized that he was using my coffee table as leverage to power upwards with his thighs.

  My eyes went hazy as tears filled them, then I shattered into a million, tiny, never going to be put back together, pieces.

  I was aware of him following me over, but I could care less. I was experiencing the one thing that all women dreamed about. An orgasm that dragged me fifty feet under, shook me up, and threw me back out a completely different person.

  I opened my eyes, my heartbeat racing, and looked down at the man who had rapture still written all over his face.

  His mouth was slightly parted.

  His beard was ruffled from my kisses.

  His signature baseball cap was askew, but not completely off.

  And his hands were clenched so tightly around my hips that I knew tomorrow I’d have perfectly defined bruises of all ten of his fingers. Five on one hip, four in the back, one in the front. Five on the other. Four in the back, one in the front.

  Then he pulled me up and off of him, setting me on my feet.

  My eyes automatically looked down, and I saw him sheathed in a condom that I didn’t remember hearing him put on.

  “You used a condom.”

  He grunted. “Always have, always will.”

  I couldn’t find fault in that, but I was somewhat disheartened that I didn’t get to feel him burst inside of me. Not that I would ever tell him that. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

  “Good,” I said and bent down for my panties.

  Once I saw that they were ripped on both sides, I realized that panties weren’t happening today.

  That would be uncomfortable.

  “Really?” I asked him, holding them up for him to see.

  He grinned unrepentantly and stood. “My bad.”

  I snorted and watched avidly as he took the condom off of his cock, tied it off, and then reached for the tissues that I had on the coffee table.

  Once he’d wrapped the condom, he put it into the trash and tucked his cock back into his jeans…his still half hard cock.

  Even that was an impressive sight.

  The man was definitely large. Everywhere.

  Once his jeans were buttoned, he pulled his t-shirt back over his pants, his eyes once again on me.

  He didn’t look uncommittable, and it was only then that I realized I was still standing there naked looking at him.

  I bent over and got dressed, wincing only slightly when I realized that I’d have to go throughout the entire day with no panties on.

  Usually I wouldn’t mind, but I had a lunch date with my father, and that was going to be extremely awkward.

  “How do you like the word cunt now?” Tate wondered.

  I bit my lip, wondering if I should say what was really on my mind.

  “I love it,” I told him honestly. “But only when you say it when you’re inside of me.”

  He grinned, then winked.

  Distantly I heard the jingle of bells on my front office door, and realized that our hour was up. My next client had arrived, and there would be no waiting for him.

  This client’s name was Jeff Yates. He was a favor from a friend.

  When Jeff was a small child, he’d been diagnosed with schizophrenia. Now, at the age of twenty-six, he was still suffering from the same episodes, but had them better under control.

  He’d moved to Hostel from Austin, Texas about a year ago, and the woman that he used to see as a psychologist had been my teacher, and my mentor, during college. She’d called me and asked me to take on Jeff as a patient, and I’d agreed.

  It was only after he’d come to see me for the second time that I realized how hard he’d be to deal with.

  He also didn’t know the word ‘wait.’

  I wasn’t even sure he knew the word ‘stop.’

  “Can you get the blinds for me while I go
let Jeff in?” I asked him. “He doesn’t wait well.”

  Tate’s eyes held mine for a few long seconds, and then he nodded in understanding. “Yeah.”

  As I left the office once again fully dressed, I felt Tate’s movement behind me. As each section of blind was raised, and my little world was exposed, I felt marginally better.

  I could deal with the blinds closed with Tate. There was no way for me to feel scared in his presence.

  Jeff, however, was a completely different story.

  The man gave me the creeps, and I was on the verge of dropping him as a patient.

  The only thing that kept me from completely freaking out was my old mentor and teacher. We’d compared notes, and I had a better understanding of how Jeff’s mind worked.

  That likely wouldn’t be enough, though.

  Not with the way he gave me the chills, and made me feel like I was a sitting duck in the eyes of a predator.

  Jeff was smaller, about six inches shy of six foot.

  He was lanky, had long hair, and looked like he didn’t step foot out of his house much.

  He lived with his mother, or at least that was what he told me, but I had yet to see her.

  Steeling my nerves and opening my office door, I smiled warily at Jeff.

  “Nice to see you, Jeff. Won’t you come in?”

  Jeff did, and glanced in the corner at Tate the moment he breached the room.

  “What the fuck is he doing here?”

  Tate’s eyes narrowed on Jeff.

  “I was just leaving,” Tate said carefully. “See you in a couple days, Ms. Hanes.”

  Then Tate was gone, glancing over his shoulder twice at me, and then at Jeff.

  He must’ve felt it, too.

  I shivered and turned to my patient.

  “Won't you sit down?”

  Jeff went horizontal on top of the couch.

  “I need to tell you what I dreamed about last night.”

  And then he proceeded to tell me a tale of a dark-haired woman that was dead on the side of the road, that had a remarkable resemblance to me.

  Chapter 11

  I hate it when those voices in my head go silent. I never know what those fuckers are planning.

  -Tate’s secret thoughts

  Tate

  “You’re doing her, aren’t you?”

  I turned to find Ariya standing directly next to the door I’d just exited. She was half in, half out, of the pediatrician’s office next door, holding the door open as she openly glared at me.