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“Rock, wait…” It all felt so good that calling a halt to the action was the last thing I wanted, but I had to. “Please, just listen for a moment.”

He didn’t let up, teasing my nipples with my talented tongue and fingers.

It was the last thing I wanted to do, but I slid my hand down and captured his chin, forcing him to look up at me. “I care about you,” I began. “A lot. But you should know… I also have feelings for Jumaine and Slade.”

“I know,” he said.

“I didn’t mean to—wait, what do you mean, you know?”

“I know you have feelings for all of us.”

“You do? And you’re not mad?”

His eyebrows arched. “It’s not like I can blame you for liking two guys I think are pretty damn great. They’re like brothers to me.”

“But—”

He pinched my nipple, making sure he had my complete attention. “Do you want me to have a problem with it?”

“No, but—”

“Because I don’t. Do you?”

Even though every cell in my body craved his touch, I forced myself to think about the question. “Well… I’ve never felt this way about more than one man before.”

He smiled. “There’s a first time for everything.”

Apparently considering the matter closed, he latched onto my nipple again, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin. I stared at the top of his head for another moment, confused. But he was a big boy—a very big boy. If he said it wasn’t a problem, then maybe it really wasn’t.

Rather than dwell on it any longer at the moment, I let my head fall back on the pillow, enjoying the sensual sensations. I squeezed my thighs together, enjoying the friction as he sucked on first one nipple and then the other.

And then it wasn’t enough. I ran my fingers through his short hair. “I need you inside me,” I whispered.

He paused and then looked me in the eye. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I said, still rubbing his head. “I want this. I need this. And… I think you do, too.”

He nodded. “I do.”

I slid my fingers down to the waistband of my sweatpants. “I’m on the pill,” I said quietly. I lifted my hips, starting to tug my pants down, but he took over. His large hands pulled my sweats off in record time, and suddenly, I was naked.

His eyes raked over my body, and one hand plunged into my hair. “So goddamn beautiful,” he said, almost reverently.

But there was only one way I wanted him to worship me. I fumbled at his clothes, wanting him to take them off, and he obliged, standing up next to the bed. His eyes never left me as he pulled off his clothes, and then he was naked, too.

Holy shit.

It wasn’t just his muscles that were big. Not just his overall size. He was big all over. Every single inch of him.

In fact, one part of him was bigger than I’d ever seen. I reached a finger out to stroke his huge erection, marveling at its size. His balls were heavy, and they swung when he moved back onto the bed.

Pressing against his naked body, skin to skin, was so much better. His skin was like fire, and I felt a delicious warmth that I’d never experienced. I parted my legs, bringing my knees up, and he moved in between them, hovering over me. He was so strong that he looked like he could maintain that position all day.

Rocello stared into my eyes. “I’m gonna make you come so hard.”

I believed him—and I wanted him, so damn badly. I reached between us and stroked his cock. I could barely fit my fingers around it. There was steel under his flushed skin, and I couldn’t wait to feel it spread me open.

Fumbling, I angled his cock toward my slit, but he took over. He gripped his cock, hard, and rubbed the tip against my slit.

The groan I let out was carnal and raw. I couldn’t remember ever wanting a man this badly. I squeezed my knees around his hips, trying to draw him into me.

And then he plunged his cock in.

I cried out, a moment of pure shock and bliss. It was like being thrown into the deep end of a pool—all the sensations hit all at once. Rock held himself there, waiting for me to adjust to the stretch, while he stared into my eyes. Then I squeezed my walls around him, barely able to do it because of his girth. He took that as a sign to start moving.

I clutched his arms as he slid in and out of me, each time stretching me further. I’d never felt so full before. I never knew it was possible. His cock was hard and hot, and it made me think that the other times I’d had sex had just been a warm-up.

This was the real deal.

Rocello was all man, and as he pushed into me, he made me feel like the luckiest woman on the planet.

“You’re so damn tight,” he panted.

I bit my lip as he pushed in again. “You’re so damn big.”

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, looking down at me.

“It feels amazing.” Though I’d probably be aching tomorrow, it was totally worth it. “I like feeling you fill me up.”

“Good,” he grunted. He drove in again, this time tilting my hips up and off the bed. It made it feel even deeper.

My breasts bounced as he thrust into me, and his dark eyes alternated between watching my face and watching my chest. Then on every fourth or fifth stroke, he leaned down to kiss me.

Then he pulled out, and I moaned at the loss. I felt empty, like something was missing. But all he did was to grab my legs and rest my ankles on his shoulders. When he drove in again, I cried out. The position let him go deeper than ever.

Leaning to one side, Rock picked up my hand and kissed it, like an old-fashioned gentleman. But then he pushed my hand between our bodies until my fingers were resting on my heated mound. “Touch yourself,” he said, withdrawing so that just the tip of his cock was inside me.

I strained my hips, trying to draw him back in, but he just stayed poised there, waiting. Finally, I slid my fingertip inside my slit and brushed past my clit. His smile was hungry as he watched the desire flash across my face. He moved his hips in circles, his cock pressing into my inner walls from different angles. It felt good, very good, but I wanted him seated inside me again.,

“Rub your clit,” he urged, and I knew what I had to do to make him fill me up again.

My breathing grew ragged as I looked him in the eye, my finger rubbing my swollen clit. “Please, Rock,” I begged.

His grin grew cocky. “You want it?”

“Oh god, yes.”

“You want me to take you hard?”

I did. Desperately. But I also recognized that the man who was teasing me and working me into a frenzy was a far cry from the one who’d been so upset before, and I was glad. He needed this. We both did.

And right now, I really, really did. “Please take me,” I gasped as I worked my clit with my fingers.

He pushed in and I screamed out. This time there was no hesitation. He drove all the way in, pulled back, and in again. I shrieked as he took me, pounding me, making me feel more alive than I ever had in my entire life.

“Harder,” I gasped, though I wasn’t sure that was possible. Somehow, he did, his face intent as he worked me harder and harder. “I’m close,” I gasped.

“Wait,” Rock ordered, but it felt damn near impossible.

My eyes closed as my head rolled from side to side. The tension inside me made my legs tremble, and I could barely keep rubbing my clit—except I had to. It felt like if I didn’t come soon, I was going to literally die. “Please, Rocello…”

“Wait,” he demanded, speeding up his thrusts.

“Don’t stop,” I panted. “I’m so close.”

“Now,” he demanded, pushing his cock all the way inside me and holding it there. It pulsed inside me as my inner walls clamped down hard. I screamed, my upper body rising off the bed. Wave after wave of the most intense orgasm of my life poured through me.

“Fuck!” Rocello roared as he came. I could feel his cock emptying inside me, and another wave of pleasure ripped through me.

I grasped his arms, holding on as I tried to ride out the intensity. He cussed and grunted, and I loved the display of raw, masculine power.

I felt like I was second from passing out when he finally eased back. He removed my feet from his shoulders, and he pulled out. He collapsed next to me on the bed, and I turned to face him, my chest still heaving.

Neither one of us were in any position to speak, but he rested his hand on my hip as he stared into my eyes. An aftershock made my body jolt, and he smiled as he felt me move under his hand.

“Holy shit,” I finally said when my breathing had calmed enough for speech.

He grinned and leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mine. “Agreed,” he said, his voice raspy. His long fingers rubbed the bare skin of my side. “You were so hot when you came on my cock. You looked like a goddess.” He reached for the covers.

“No,” I said, stopping him. “I don’t want the covers. I just want you holding me.”

He smiled. “I can do that.”

And then he did… for a very long time.