Page 14 of Mr. McBeefcake

“You’re my dream girl.”

It’s on my tongue to ask him if he says these things to all of the girls he wants to fuck, but I refrain. That kind of thinking has no place here with us. This is my Donovan. The keeper of my secrets from when I was younger. The boy who gave me my first kiss. The boy I comforted when his mom died.

“Condom?” I ask. Because it’s time. It’s time I welcomed him into my body. The only piece of me he hasn’t already claimed.

Because if this day with him has taught me anything it’s that I never got over my crush on Donovan Jewel. That, and it’s not even a crush; I’m in love with this man.

“I have some in my purse in the other room,” I say.

His brows raise. “Did you come here today to seduce me, Ms. Foster?”

I laugh. “No. I just like to be prepared.”

“I have some.” He stands and walks naked into the adjoining bathroom.

His ass is perfectly sculpted. Like Michelangelo’s David, only better. Thank God I’m an engineer and not a writer because he has scrambled my brain so much my thoughts are basic.

He comes back into the room, rolling the condom onto his sizeable appendage. In that moment, I kind of want to tell him to take it off. To throw caution to the wind. I don’t want anything between us. But that’s the kind of decision you make when you’re in a committed relationship. This is likely a one-time thing. Especially since our parents are about to be married.

“Does it feel extra dirty that we’re about to be siblings?” I blurt.

He gives me a wicked look as he climbs up my body. “A little, I suppose. But in truth, I’ve wanted this—wanted you—for so long, this feels like the most natural thing in the world. The next step for us.”

Then he’s lying on the bed next to me. He pats his thighs. “I want you to ride me. I want to watch you as you take your pleasure from me.”

“That’s hot. Do you have like a handbook of sexy phrases?”

“I do. But it’s in a secret location. Don’t want it to fall into the wrong hands.”

I straddle his hips, then get up on my knees to get him in position. His hands are everywhere on me as I notch him into place.

“You’re freakishly large; you do know that don’t you? If you split me in half, please make up a lie so my mother doesn’t know how I really died.”

He laughs, the booming noise filling the space around us. “Fuck, I love you, KitKat.”

He’s said it before. It doesn’t mean anything.

I lower myself on his dick, swallowing that monster into my body. I’ve never felt so full. I don’t move initially, letting my body adjust to his size. I can already tell that sliding in and out of me, he’s going to hit all my bingo zones.

I brace my hands on his stomach and rotate my hips.

“God, you feel amazing. So tight and hot and wet,” he says. He reaches up and cups both of my tits, tugging at my nipples.

That gets me to moving. He helps, pumping up into me. Then he sits up in some kind of magical core exercise only three other people in the world can probably do. From this angle, my clit is rubbing against the hard root of his dick.

I cry out. “That’s a good position.”

“Yeah, it is. I want to come with you again. I had intended to get you off more than that while inside you, but you feel too fucking good. I can’t take it.”

“Yes, come with me. That’s good.”

His big hands squeeze my ass as he helps me ride him.

“Goddamn it, Kathryn, tell me you’re close. You’ve got me hanging on by a thread.”

“I’m close.”

“What do you need?”

“Just keep doing that. I’m so close.” And then the orgasm to rule them all rips through my body.

“Oh fuck!” he bellows and our bodies quake together.

When everything stills, his arms wrap around me, holding our sweat slicked skin together.

“I knew we’d be amazing together, but that blew past my expectations. Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” is all I can say.