Текст книги "The Taming of the Billionaire"

Автор книги: Jessica Clare

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Edie wiped off leftover glitter from Bianca’s hug and began to weave her way through the crowd. She’d find Gretchen, say her greetings, claim a bench, and play games on her phone until it was time to leave. Yep, a life of excitement.

A half hour later, she’d greeted Gretchen, who looked utterly fabulous in her costume and was glowing with excitement. She’d spoken for a few minutes with Hunter, who made a dashing figure as the Phantom of the Opera, his mask covering almost all of his scars. The poor man looked almost as uncomfortable as she was, stoically enduring out of love for his fiancée. That was sweet, Edie decided. She chatted with them for several minutes, said hello to a few other bridesmaids, and when her knee protested a bit too long, made her excuses and went off to find that bench she’d been promising herself.

She skirted the edges of the party, taking a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and sipping it as she hugged the curtains. There was a small side-hall nearby and a Restrooms sign posted on the wall, with an arrow for party guests. As Edie leaned against the wall, Gretchen strolled past, all purple and tentacles, talking with another bridesmaid. Her literary agent, Edie vaguely remembered. Kat.

“If we start rehearsals now, we can have an amazing dance number as we come down the aisle,” Kat was saying, and Edie stiffened, pushing closer to the curtains so no one would see her.

She could hear Gretchen’s groan. “Absolutely not, Kat. Even if Hunter would agree to something like that—and he won’t—it’d be unfair to Edie.”

Kat gave a gusty sigh of disappointment. “She’s the bitchy one with the bad leg and the clingy sister, right?”

“That’d be her.”

Kat shook her head, her brown ponytail bobbing. She was dressed in a green schoolgirl costume that looked like something from an anime. “It’s a shame that her injury has made her so bitter and unpleasant.”

Gretchen just laughed. “Uh, you do not know Edie very well, do you? Her flawlessness was born to her. She can cut a basic bitch down to size from across a room. It has nothing to do with her leg. She’s always been like that.” She gave a small sigh. “And that’s why I adore her.”

From her hiding spot, Edie smiled to herself. It wasn’t the first time people had assumed she’d become a bitch because of her leg injury. It wasn’t the case. She’d always been impatient with others and quick to judge. Having the leg injury just made her slightly less patient with stupidity than normal. And she was about to tell Kat she could go fuck herself, but stopped.

This was Gretchen’s night. Even she wasn’t enough of a bitch to destroy the engagement party by throwing down with one of the other bridesmaids over an offhand comment. She downed her champagne, set the glass on a nearby rose-covered table, and decided to find someplace else to hide.

Buchanan Manor had a lovely set of terraced patios covered with potted plants of all kinds and a few artistic stone benches. Several sets of doors to one of the larger party halls had been opened to allow guests to explore the patio, and more of the small, sparkly lights strung overhead glimmered, creating a lovely effect outside. There was a chill in the air, though, and so the patio wasn’t very populated . . . which suited Edie just fine. She suspected her pirate costume was warmer than a lot of the other costumes. Other than Gretchen and her very-pregnant sister, most of the women were dressed in skimpy costumes that required a bit of a silky dress and not much else. She’d seen a slutty-looking Cookie Monster stroll past and it made her wonder how someone thought that was appropriate for an engagement party. When you were sexy, though, you could get away with a lot, Edie supposed. She sat down on a bench between two potted evergreens and removed her peg leg, then rubbed her knee. Six years ago, she’d have probably been dressed as a slutty Cookie Monster herself, she thought wistfully. Nah. She’d probably have been a slutty Oscar the Grouch. That was more her style.

Someone in bright blue and yellow walked past one of the windows, and her attention automatically turned there, attracted by the colors. A man was dressed as a football player, his ass encased in tight shiny pants, pads highlighting muscular thighs that needed no additional definition. His calves were sculpted perfection, and his butt was like two perfect globes of muscle that flexed when he shifted his weight. The blue and gold of his costume was ridiculously bright, but he carried it well enough. She studied the broad back and the massive shoulder pads as the man in the helmet talked with a pretty blonde slutty Strawberry Shortcake. The back of the jersey read WARRIOR across the shoulders and 01 as the number.

She stared at the jersey, not comprehending, as the pink-masked Strawberry Slutcake leaned forward and grabbed the football player’s athletic supporter. Well, damn. The party hadn’t been going on for long and already the football player was scoring. Ha.

Edie’s eyes widened in horror as the football player turned slightly and she could clearly see a familiar profile and a pair of green-gold eyes. Shit. That was Magnus with his junk being cupped by another woman.

No wonder he hadn’t responded to her texts. He had something better already waiting for him.

Fuck him. Time to leave. Ignoring the stab of hurt, Edie jerked up from the stone bench she sat on. As she did, her peg leg clattered to the cobblestones.

Strawberry Shortcake turned and looked right at her.

So did Magnus.

Edie froze in place, unable to move. She watched as recognition moved over Magnus’s face and he pulled his helmet off, revealing buzzed hair and two black streaks of paint under his gorgeous eyes. He looked shocked to see her standing there. As she hesitated, Strawberry Shortcake stepped closer to Magnus. Intimately closer.

And that got Edie moving. Her jaw clenched. She shot him the bird—Shortcake, too—and then turned and limped down the stairs and into the nighttime gardens, leaving her peg leg behind like some sort of wackadoo Cinderella.

“Edie,” Magnus called behind her. “Wait up.”

“Fuck you,” she called after him, hurrying as fast as her leg would carry her. The gardens weren’t lit, but ahead she could make out a thick hedge and headed for that. If the gardens offered any sort of protection for an aching heart, she’d take them.

There was no way in hell she was going back into that party. Not after she’d thrown herself at Magnus for the last few weeks.

It was clear he didn’t want her.

Chapter Nine

Fuck, fuck, fuck. This party was going from bad to worse. Magnus tossed aside his helmet and jogged down the stairs, trying to see where Edie had gone. For a woman with a bad leg, she’d sure disappeared into the bushes fast. He paused, scanning the dark grounds of the expansive gardens.

As he did, the blonde who’d blatantly fondled him a few moments ago came up from behind him and looped an arm around his waist. “Where are you going, babe? We were just starting to have fun.”

He pried her arms off of him, fighting the surge of irritation at her forwardness. Before meeting Edie, he probably wouldn’t have given a shit about the blonde. He’d have taken her upstairs, fucked her like she wanted, and then never called her again. If he did that now, though, Edie would know. Edie would care.

She’d be upset.

And for some reason, that tore at him. It mattered that Edie would be hurt. Hell, she was probably already thinking the worst of him after he’d shut her down in her text messages earlier that week. She wouldn’t understand, and because Bianca and Levi weren’t going to confess their little games, she’d be hurt. She’d think the problem was her.

He didn’t want her to think that. He didn’t know why, but it bothered him.

So he plowed after her, into the bushes. Behind him, Strawberry Shortcake gave a huff of irritation, but she didn’t follow. Good.

The hedges in the massive garden seemed to be blocking his sight unless he went deeper in and left the party behind. Fuck the party anyhow. “Edie?” He called out as he stormed through the gardens, looking for a striped top and a woman with an awkward gait.

No answer. Of course not. He continued forward, moving around circular hedges and thorn bushes that grabbed at his clothing, swearing when he ran into a decorative fountain because he wasn’t paying attention to anything but the dark shapes at the edges of his vision. The big manor house was a distant square full of lights when he heard rustling in the nearby bushes. “Edie?” he called again.

Someone emerged from behind a hedge up ahead. Magnus slowed his steps cautiously. It was a man, and he could barely make out a tuxedo of some kind. Behind him, a smaller figure appeared, and for a heart-pounding moment, he thought it was Edie. But then the man looped an arm around the woman’s shoulders as she tried to straighten her clothing and Magnus realized the woman ahead was much smaller.

Not Edie, then. He’d interrupted a tryst. “Have you two seen Edie?”

“Magnus, that you?” the man said, stepping forward. He pulled off his mask.

Magnus groaned inwardly. Asher, the prick.

Asher gave him a broad, almost sinister smile. “What brings you out here?” He slapped the woman with him on the ass and she jolted, scurrying ahead of them, still fixing the buttons on her costume.

Ugh. Not only was Asher the last person he wanted to see, but Asher was apparently drunk and in one of his nasty moods. “I’m looking for someone,” Magnus said abruptly, turning away.

Asher laughed. “Oh, that’s right. I heard you were nailing the gimpy bridesmaid. The foul-mouthed one. Let me tell you, she must suck a mean dick for you to look past all that.”

Magnus’s fists clenched. He knew Asher was a miserable bastard despite his smiles, that he was normally a good guy but he’d turned cynical and bitter after his fiancée had left him. There were reasons to his boorishness, Magnus knew. He didn’t blame the guy . . . fully. But he needed to shut his fucking mouth. “Go away, Asher.”

Asher just stumbled toward him, clearly drunk. He tried to loop an arm around Magnus’s shoulders, but the football pads were in the way, so he settled for giving Magnus an awkward pat on the arm instead. “It’s okay, man. You’re just taking one for the team—”

That was a little too close to home. With a roar of fury, Magnus rounded on Asher and decked the man in the face.

Asher went sprawling to the ground. Pain shot up Magnus’s arm, but it was welcome, because it meant he’d connected with Asher’s fucking smug face.

“Oh my god,” a woman squealed. “Asher!” The tiny woman ran forward and began to help Asher up. Even as she did, Asher put his fingers to his mouth and gave Magnus a cynical smile. “Maybe she’s not so good at—”

Fists clenched, Magnus lunged for him again—only to be pulled back by a new pair of hands.

“No, Magnus,” Edie said in a soft voice. “It’s okay, seriously.”

“Yeah, Magnus,” Asher said, wiping blood away from his face. “It’s cool.”

Seething, Magnus glared at Asher for a moment longer before looking down into Edie’s worried face. In the moonlight, she was beautiful, her hand on his arm, stroking him. She was worried, her features pinched, and her luscious mouth was pulled down in an unhappy frown. She didn’t look over at Asher, though. She just looked up at Magnus with those big eyes and stroked his arm. His hand throbbed, a reminder of what he’d just done, but it didn’t seem to matter. All that mattered was defending Edie, who had no way to defend herself from people like Asher.

He wanted to be the one to protect her. To keep her safe.

“It’s okay,” she told him softly. “Really.”

He sucked in a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to calm down. “Get the fuck out of here, Asher,” Magnus told him without opening his eyes. “Or I might do something I’d regret later.”

“Like punching a buddy?” Asher said caustically, but from the sound of it, he was getting up.

“I said something I’d regret later,” Magnus told him in a cold voice. “I don’t regret that.” Edie’s hand continued to pet his arm, his only anchor to sanity.

“Fuck you,” Asher said.

The gardens grew silent. When Magnus calmed and finally opened his eyes, Asher was gone. He looked over his shoulder and saw Asher retreating with his lady friend. Edie was still at his side, petting his arm, and the look on her face was one of concern.

He glanced down at where she was touching him. “How come you’re stroking my arm?”

Her hands snatched away. “Seems to work for cats.” Her tone sounded a little embarrassed, though it was too dark to see if she was blushing or not. “Are you all right?”

He was, and he wasn’t. He was because she was here now, at his side, and he was still pissed that she had to hear Asher’s bitter words and assume the worst, that he was taking one for the team. Because wasn’t that what he was doing for Bianca and Levi when they wanted to get together? Sacrificing his own free time so Levi could flirt? He hated himself a little for going along with it. Edie would be devastated if she found out the truth. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“I’m not,” she said, her voice light. “It’s not every day I see a man get punched because he called me a gimp.”

“Asher has . . . issues.”

“No shit.” Her voice was full of amusement.

Her laughing voice made him feel a little better. “You’re not a gimp.”

“I know,” Edie said.

“I’m also not taking one for the team.”

“I know that, too. I saw the blonde you were with.”

He shook his head. “I’m not with her. I don’t want her. Not in the slightest.” As he gazed down at her vulnerable face, it struck him that the only one he really wanted was . . . Edie. And it had nothing to do with Levi or Bianca or anyone else. He wanted Edie because he wanted to kiss her for his own reasons. He wanted to grab her and strip her naked and touch her all over because he wanted to see her reactions, to hear her soft sighs, to kiss her demanding mouth because it was Edie, not because anyone was making him.

And at that realization, he grinned to himself. Fuck Levi. He wouldn’t play his games anymore because now, for Magnus? It wasn’t a game. It was all about Edie. “I’m not taking one for the team,” he stated again.

Her look grew amused. “So why did you punch him, Magnus?”

“Because I don’t like the thought of someone hurting you.”

Edie’s expression changed. She gazed up at him thoughtfully, as if considering something.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I’ve decided to say ‘fuck it’ to the rules.” With that, she grabbed him by the front of his shirt and hauled him down to her for a kiss.

Chapter Ten

Magnus was more than a little stunned at Edie’s kiss. He was unmoving, shocked as her sweet, full lips pressed against his for a moment. Then his brain—and okay, his dick—kicked in. His arms went around her and his mouth parted against hers, and he kissed her back, like he’d been wanting to for what felt like forever. He took control of the kiss, demanding that Edie’s lips part under his. When they did, he gave her the full-court press, using tongue and technique to show her just how good kissing him could be. He could feel her tremble against him, and his arms tightened around her, wanting to protect her from the world.

She was his, goddamn it. Let anyone just try and fucking hurt her again.

His mouth devoured hers, his tongue stroking against her tongue before moving to skim along those sinful lips of hers. God, he loved her fucking mouth. Sweet and full and pouty from his kisses. He pulled away for a moment, just so he could admire the wet gleam of moonlight on those lips, and she gave him a dazed expression.

“W-why are we stopping?”

He leaned down and kissed her again, hard, fierce. Then, he forced himself to pull away. “Because there’s a party,” he said softly, unable to help himself from touching her. His hand went to her face and he rubbed his thumb along her full, wet lower lip. His cock surged in response, imagining how she’d look with those lips wrapped around it. And fuck, he was regretting the tight pants of his damn costume, because everyone was going to see every inch of how he felt about Edie. “And you probably want to go back to it, right?”

She gave her head a little shake. “Fuck the party. I want you.” And she nipped at his thumb with her teeth, a sultry look in her eyes.

He groaned at that, unable to look away. “I’m about two seconds away from dragging you behind a bush and fucking the daylights out of you.”

She nipped his thumb again. “One. Two.”

Goddamn. This woman would be the death of him. “I don’t have a condom on me.”

“Then pull out before you come.” Her tongue swiped at the pad of his thumb. “Just make it good for me first.”

“Oh, I’ll make it good for you,” he whispered, leaning close. His hand left her waist and moved to her ass, clenching it hard. “I’m going to lick your pussy so hard you’re not going to be able to walk straight.”

“That’s not much of a threat for a girl like me, Magnus,” she teased. Her hand moved down the front of his chest, then landed at his waist.

“Then I’ll lick your pussy so hard that I won’t be able to walk straight,” he told her.

She trembled in his arms. “Where should we go? I need you now. Right now.” Her hand squeezed his ass. “God, your butt is amazing. I want this naked and on top of me.”

He groaned and captured her mouth again. “Farther into the bushes. Come on.”

Taking her hand in his, he pulled her forward, need surging through him. More than anything, he wanted to toss her to the ground and start rutting on her like an animal, because his adrenaline was pumping so fiercely and he suspected that Edie would get off on that roughness. After all, she’d kissed him right after he’d punched a man for her. But the ground was damp and cold, and the last thing he wanted to do was to get Edie wet. He wanted this to be all about her pleasure. He thought about being the one on the ground and Edie above him, riding him, and forced himself to discard the delicious idea. He didn’t know how her knee would handle that. This first time, it needed to be incredible for both of them. So he kept stalking farther into the gardens, farther away from the party, until he found just what he wanted.

There, up ahead, there was a large solitary flat-topped rock that was about waist-high for Edie, slightly lower for him. As he approached it, he saw a big bronze sundial was set atop the rock as a decoration. Releasing Edie’s hand, Magnus grabbed it and hefted. It was heavy, but not attached to the rock itself. With a fierce toss, he threw it aside onto the ground, swept the rock with his palm, and then turned to Edie.

“That was . . . impressive,” she murmured, her voice all breathless and sweet. She moved toward the rock and then looked at it uncertainly, so he took her by the waist and hefted her up on it. She weighed almost nothing, and for a moment, he was acutely aware of her fragility. She didn’t seem fragile usually, because she was too busy spitting fire at him. But here in the dark, with her silent? He was aware of the delicacy of her bones, her small form.

He vowed to make this the best damn sex she’d ever had. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby.”

Edie chuckled, the sound throaty and sweet. “Are we alone here?” Her feet swung atop the rock and for a moment, she looked uncertain.

“Alone enough,” he said. “No one’s going to come out this far.” And he stepped forward, pressing his weight between her legs and tilting his head up to kiss her. From this vantage point, she was taller than him, but not by much. It actually put her breasts at the perfect height, and oh, he had plans for those tits.

She bent in to kiss him, her mouth brushing against his, and he tugged her closer, pulling her forward on the rock until her body was flush with his. He kept kissing her, his mouth coaxing hers with deep, teasing licks, and his hand went to cup the back of her neck. She moaned against his mouth at that, and he nearly came undone in his pants at the sexy sound. He kissed her harder, and his hand moved from her neck to her bare shoulder, that strange shirt exposing the creamy slope of one breast for him. It wouldn’t take much to tug the collar down and expose her breast for his mouth, and the thought tantalized him. He broke off the kiss with several smaller ones, then dragged his fingers down her bare shoulder. “I want to see you, Edie. I want to put my mouth on those pretty tits of yours.”

She shuddered against him, but her hand went to her shirt, and she tugged it down for him. It was fucking sexy as hell to see, and when her strapless bra was exposed, he took the initiative, peeling it back and revealing one taut nipple. “Fuck, that’s pretty,” he told her softly, and enjoyed that she trembled to hear the words. She was so fucking responsive already. It made his dick hard as a rock just to see. “These breasts are gorgeous,” he told her, and it was the truth. The breast now exposed to his gaze was full and rounded, with a small, hard tip, the peak a rosy, dusky shade. He leaned in and kissed her shoulder, then began to kiss his way down to her breast, making sure to lavish attention to every inch of skin in between. He cupped her breast in his hand, plumping it, and she shivered against him again. He cupped the underside and lifted her breast so the nipple jutted out, utter mouthwatering perfection. And Magnus put his mouth on the tip, stroking his tongue over the pebbled tip.

She sucked in a breath. Her hands moved, went to his hair, and as he tongued and licked her nipple, he could feel her body arching and shivering against him. He lapped at the tip, then swirled around it with his tongue, seeing which movements got the best response out of her. She seemed to like it especially when he dragged his tongue slowly over it, so he did that over and over again, then sucked hard.

Edie gave a small cry, her fingers clenching at the sides of his head. He felt her hips move on the rock, as if subconsciously rocking against him. Fuck, that was sweet. He continued to nibble and suck at that delicious breast, and his other hand went under her skirt, seeking her pussy. He found the crotch of her panties, and groaned to find it soaking wet with arousal. “God, you’re wet for me, aren’t you?”

A little gasping moan was her response.

He gently bit at her nipple, and her hips pushed against the hand cupping her sex. He looked up at her and she had that sleepy-eyed, oh-so-fuckable look on her face, just like he’d imagined. His cock ached from needing her. “I want to get these panties off you,” he told her. “Take them off. I want you bare for me.” He pushed a finger against her folds, finding her clit through the damp fabric. “Want you ready for me.”

She nodded and hitched up her skirt on both sides, then tilted her weight onto one side, then the other, shimmying her panties down. She tugged them off her legs and then looked around, confused. “I don’t have any place to put them.”

He grabbed them out of her hand and threw them into the bushes.

She gave a startled cry and pounded a fist on his shoulder pad. “I need those!”

Magnus gave her a wicked look. “Not tonight, you don’t.”

Her eyes went heavy-lidded again and her gaze focused on his mouth once more.

Then they were kissing again, drawn together by the heat between them. Wild, passionate, hot kisses that were a clash of tongue and lip, and she made soft little noises of pleasure in her throat at each thrust of his tongue into her mouth that drove him mad. His hand cupped her breast again, unable to stop touching it, touching her, and when she arched against his palm, he wanted more. “Let me lick your pussy,” he murmured between kisses. “Right here. Right now.”

She moaned, and he could feel the little shudder of arousal rippling through her. In contrast with the soft sounds she was making, though, her body grew stiff. “Will someone see?” she asked in a shy voice.

“No one’s out here but us,” he said, and sucked on that sinful upper lip for a moment, until she weakened against him. “I’ll put my head under your skirt and no one will see anything but legs and shoulders. My face and my tongue will be buried between those sweet thighs of yours.”

Edie gave another soft little moan. Then she nodded, kissing him one more time.

Reluctantly, he tugged her blouse up over her gorgeous little breast, because he knew she was concerned about someone seeing. “Feels like a shame to hide this,” he murmured as he did, and she made another one of those soft, breathless noises that told him that his words aroused her as much as his touch did. “Lean back for me,” he told her.

She did, but only halfway, propping up on her elbows so her body wasn’t entirely flat and so she could watch him. And fuck, that was a turn-on, too, that she wanted to see what he was doing, even if it was just the bob of his head under her skirt. He suspected his cat lady had a bit of a dirty side to her.

“Let’s see what we have hiding underneath here,” Magnus said, putting his hands on her thighs and hitching up her skirt. The costume fell to mid-calf on one side of her dress, the other hitched up to her thigh. As he pulled the skirts back, he saw her bad knee, a mass of scar tissue and dimpled surgical scars over her flesh. He ignored it, because he wasn’t sure how she’d take a thorough inspection, and instead kissed his way up her thigh before flipping her skirt over his head and going for the main course.

Underneath her skirt, he could make out the scent of her arousal, and it made his mouth water before he’d even put his lips to her. He felt her body stiffen again; the tension was in the muscles of her thighs, the way she seemed to clench everything as she breathed. His nose brushed against the curls of her mound, and he pressed his tongue against her skin, tasting her. He felt her suck in, and it encouraged him to do more. His tongue pressed harder, and a burst of sweet slickness flavored his tongue. “God, you taste good.”

She shuddered again, and her hand pressed against the back of his head through the skirts, just like he’d fantasized. “Keep going.”

“Oh, I plan on it,” he told her, and buried his face against her flesh, tasting. He explored her with his mouth since he couldn’t with his eyes. The folds of her pussy were wet with her juices, and her clit poked out against his tongue every time he swept his mouth over her. The well of her sex was swollen with arousal, and as he thrust his tongue against it, she squirmed.

“Please,” she moaned. “Oh yes, Magnus.”

“You like my mouth on that sweet pussy of yours, Edie?” He breathed between licks. He stroked his tongue from core to clit, lapping up her taste.

“Oh god, yes.”

“Then tell me what you want. Show me.”

Her hand pressed down on the back of his head again as he moved toward her clit. “Right there,” she told him in a soft voice. “Suck me there.”

“Yeah?” he murmured, moving to the spot. He swiped his tongue over her clit again and then took the small nub into his mouth, sucking like she’d demanded. There was nothing sexier than a woman that knew what she wanted in bed.

Edie whimpered, a sexy little sound, and her hips began to rise against his face as he licked and sucked at her clit, giving her what she wanted. His hands gripped her hips, anchoring her in place so she couldn’t get away from his ministrations, and as he lapped and flicked his tongue, alternately sucking, her movements grew more and more frantic, her whimpers escalating. “Oh, please. Oh, Magnus. Yes. Right there,” she whispered when his tongue rubbed against the side of her clit. “God, right there. Oh. Oh! I’m going to come. Oh, god, don’t stop! Oh! Oh, god,” she cried out, and her knees raised into the air even as he felt the orgasm rock through her. “Oh,” she whimpered again, the sound so fucking sexy it made his dick throb with every utterance. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” And with every little noise she made, he flicked his tongue again, milking the orgasm so it seemed to last forever.

And then her whimpers turned into a soft, drawn-out sigh, and he felt her sag against the rock, her body going boneless. He gave her one last swipe of his tongue, enjoying the quivers that moved through her body. He licked his lips and pulled his head free from her skirt, and felt a surge of satisfaction at the sight of her. Edie was flat on her back, her nipples poking through the fabric of her blouse. One hand was pressed to her forehead, shiny with sweat, and her hair was mussed. She had a dazed look of sheer pleasure on her face.

Fucking gorgeous. He dragged her hips to the edge of the rock, keeping her skirts hitched up around her thighs, and freed his cock from the lacings of his football leggings. The cup he’d worn as part of the costume was constricting the hell out of him, to an almost painful degree, and when he ripped it off and his cock sprang loose, he let go a sigh of relief. Then, he stepped forward and pressed the length of his cock against her wet folds, rubbing it along her sex to lubricate himself in case she wasn’t quite yet wet enough to take him. “I’m going to fuck you now, Edie,” he told her. “Put your legs around me.”

Her knees lifted and he felt her calves press against the backs of his legs. Her lips parted, her face intent as she watched him. Waiting for him. Now, he decided that there was a look on Edie’s face that he liked better than that sleepy, fuck-me look. The one when she was getting fucked. With that thought surging through his mind, he sank his cock deep into her.

The first moment was pure fucking bliss. She gave another one of those sexy whimpers, and he felt her all around him, so tight, her pussy clenching him like a fist. And bare. God, he was bare inside her. It was the fucking danger zone, but he’d revel in it for a few moments regardless. He closed his eyes, every nerve ending in his dick screaming for release, and concentrated on Edie.

Every woman fucked different than the last. Magnus had figured that out in college, when the girlfriend he was positive he’d been bringing to screaming orgasms told her best buddy she was faking, and the news got back to him. Once his ego had sufficiently recovered, he started to pay attention to how the woman below him responded to his touch. Some were so into their own head that dirty talk and a few touches would make them come like rockets. Some needed constant touching and lots of heavy pounding to get close to an orgasm. Some didn’t come without lots and lots of pussy-eating and encouragement. A lot of them didn’t come from vaginal penetration at all, and those were the hardest clues to pick up, because a lot of women would just fake so as not to insult her partner. So he closed his eyes and mentally waited for Edie’s signals, his cock buried deep inside her. Right about now, she’d either encourage him for more, or subtly give off the “hurry up and get off me” signals. He shifted his hips, pushing his cock deeper inside her.