Sex Machine: A Standalone Contemporary Romance Read Online Free PDF

ass as if drawn by a magnetic pull.
    His groan is nearly inhuman. “I can’t wait anymore, Honey. I’m going to explode all over you if we don't hurry up.” He starts to get up, forcing me to release him. Sitting on the side of the bed, he rolls on a condom.
    The XL printed on the wrapper that falls on the bed has me swallowing convulsively.
    “Stop thinking. I can hear you thinking.”
    “I’m not thinking.” I’m surprised again by how he seems to get me. No one has ever been able to read me quite so intuitively, and it’s unnerving to realize this man I’ve known all my life might be the only one who can. Stop. Don’t go there. This is one night and one night only. Enjoy every second, but don’t get carried away thinking it’s something it’ll never be .
    Shifting back into position between my legs, he kisses my lips softly and sweetly—so softly and so sweetly, it’s hard to remember that I’m not allowed to get carried away.
    My hard, throbbing nipples rub against his chest hair as his cock settles into the V of my legs. I can’t stop the near-sob that erupts from my chest, belying my bravado.
    “Relax, darlin’,” he whispers as he kisses my face and neck. “I promise I won’t hurt you.” He takes himself in hand and runs the tip of his cock from the well of my pussy to my pulsing clit, pausing there to press and retreat several times. The third time he retreats, he pushes the head against my tender opening and thrusts his hips gently.
    My first impulse is to tense up.
    “Relax.”
    “Easy for you to say,” I say on a grunt. “You’re not the one being invaded.”
    His soft chuckle rumbles through him. “It’ll be good, darlin’. Just relax and let me in.” He keeps up the steady in and out movements until the head of his cock is lodged firmly inside my pussy. “That’s it,” he says, resting his forehead on mine and looking down at me. “Feels so good, so tight and hot. Does it feel good to you, too?”
    Even though I’m stretched almost to the point of discomfort, it doesn’t hurt. The sense of fullness is amazing as he awakens every nerve ending on his way inside me. “Yes, it feels good.” I squirm under him, seeking something—whether it’s relief or further penetration, I can’t say.
    “Ready for some more?” he asks several minutes later.
    “I think so.”
    He rocks in and out in small strokes, my slickness guiding his entry. And then he pushes harder, sinking in farther than he’s been yet. Reaching for my left leg, he hooks his arm under my knee and pushes it back to my chest, opening me wider.
    I’m consumed by him, pinned to the bed by the thick length of his cock inside me as he rocks and strokes his way deeper.
    Sweat beads on his brow and pools between us as he moves back and forth, pushing and pulling in a rhythm that sets my entire body on fire.
    “Okay?” he asks after many minutes of strained silence as we work together in silent accord.
    “Yes! Yes .” My fingers dig into his ass as I pull him to me, wanting to keep him still for a minute while I throb and stretch around him. I can’t imagine how he thinks I’ll ever take him in my ass when he’s got my pussy stretched to its absolute limit. Pushing that worrisome thought to the back of my mind, I focus on the burning, throbbing sensations coming from my core.
    “Just a little more,” he whispers through gritted teeth, clearly clinging to his control.
    I release an unsteady laugh. “ More? ”
    “The wide part,” he says with a teasing grin.
    “Christ have mercy.”
    That makes him laugh as he pushes my leg tighter against my chest. “Put your other leg around my hip.”
    My muscles quiver as if they’re made of jelly, but I somehow manage to do what he asks.
    “There,” he says, releasing a sigh of relief. “That’s good.” With another mighty shove, he’s fully seated with his balls brushing against my ass. For a long time, he stays right there, all the way inside, throbbing and