Real Men Last All Night by Cheyenne McCray Read Free Book Online Page A

out. "Oh, God. You're so long and thick."
    "Is that a good thing?" he said as he moved in and out in slow, torturous strokes.
    "Uh-huh." With every stroke she felt how big he was and she raised and lowered her hips in time with his thrusts so that the curls of his groin pressed tight against her. "No vibrator on Earth could compare."
    Despite the fact sweat was rolling down the sides of Zane's face and he was nearly in pain from holding back from driving in hard and fast, he almost laughed. "Better than a vibrator, huh?"
    Willow wiggled beneath him. "Even the ones with the little ears."
    Zane snorted from trying to hold back a laugh and then one escaped him anyway. He pressed his forehead against her collarbone. "You are something else, honey."
    "Yeah, well, I'm someone who wants you really bad." She squirmed beneath him. "I think I'll pass out if you don't get to— get to—"
    "Fucking you?" He raised his head and looked down at her with a grin before he stated,
    "Can't say it, can you?"
    "Just do it!" Willow looked like the sweat rolling down the sides of her face were actually tears of pleasure and pain.
    Zane decided to have mercy on her—and himself—and began driving in hard and fast, so hard his balls slapped against her ass.
    "Yeah. Oh, God." Willow tilted her head back and her chest rose and fell in harsh breaths. "That's what I want. Don't you dare stop or I'll show you that I'm capable of violence."
    Zane almost snorted again and choked back a laugh. Who knew great sex could be so much fun, too? But he couldn't stop if he wanted. He kept up a steady pace, ramming into her as deep as he could go and enjoying the feel of heaven as her slick, tight core gripped him.
    Willow had thought nothing could be more exciting, more intense, more fabulous than that restaurant sex. But this—this was blowing everything she'd ever imagined out of the water.
    As Zane took her, she felt like heat was rushing up and down her skin in waves. He was so big that the walls of her core felt every thrust, every movement he made.
    He wasn't moving fast or hard enough as far as she was concerned even though he was pounding in and out of her. She raised her hips up to meet his every thrust and wriggled to feel even more friction in her canal.
    She met his gaze and her body started to vibrate. His green eyes focused intently on her, like she was the only thing that mattered to him in the world.
    That look, the depth of passion in his eyes, made her orgasm rush toward her in an even hotter wave that burned her as she climaxed.
    Willow let loose a cry that had to be heard for miles-—one that would have the neighbors calling the police because they thought someone was being murdered.
    As she came close to passing out and everything grew darker, she now knew what the French meant by "le petit mort," an orgasm being a "little death."
    She fought to remain conscious as she experienced the most amazing thing she'd ever felt. Waves and waves of heat washed over her body as she shook. She gasped as she became fully conscious, her entire being trembling as Zane continued his relentless thrusting in and out of her.
    Then he shouted, "Oh, shit!" before pulling his cock out of her.
    At first, confusion sparked in Willow's orgasm-fuzzy mind until Zane fisted his hand around his cock and milked it. His semen spurted onto her belly in warm streaks until he was finished.
    "Tell me you're on the pill," he said at the same time he collapsed and rolled them both so they were on their sides, facing each other.
    She smiled as she saw the concern in his eyes while he used the sheet to wipe her belly.
    "I am."
    "I've been tested and I've always used a condom—until right now." He looked up from, what he was doing. "So you don't have to worry about that. Should have thought to tell you before you went down on me."
    "I just donated blood a couple of months ago." Willow couldn't help a grin. "But I haven't been with anyone for a very long time. It's pretty much