of space within her clenching walls. Sienna cried out in protest. He was so thick and hard, she felt stuffed.
And he wasn’t all the way in, yet.
He pushed on, unwavering, until she felt as though the tip of his dick brushed against the back of her womb, he was embedded so deeply.
He slowly began to screw his hips and Sienna released a mangled groan of pain and pleasure. He captured her cry within his lips, shoving his tongue deep inside her mouth.
Slow, hot, drugging kisses mimicked the way he dragged his dick back and forth inside her. He’d positioned her legs tight together and forced her clit into direct contact with his groin. In the position he held her, the root of his cock ground against her clit until Sienna felt the tight, coiling sensation spiral in her womb, and welcomed the release she knew was forthcoming.
Each advance and retreat of his flexing hips drove his dick deeper inside her wet heat. With each downward stroke, she felt the fine, wiry hairs surrounding his groin rasp against her wet folds, her clit, intensifying the sensation.
Sienna mewled and whimpered against his mouth as the pressure built.
“Not yet, sweet girl, not yet.” Mac released her lips and breathed the words against the side of her mouth and stilled his movements.
Sienna was dragged back from the edge of release when he stopped moving.
“What—what you are doing?” she yelled at him, frustrated and ready to climb the pinnacle just out of reach.
Mac pulled out until the knob of his cock hovered at the lips of her pulsing vaginal lips. He inserted two fingers inside her drenched walls, scooping out her thick cream. Sienna’s breathing hitched, her heart beat loudly, and she waited.
She felt his hands spread her cheeks wide and circle his lubed fingers over the small, tight ring of her buttocks. Before she had time to react with more than a loud gasp, he’d slipped two thick fingers inside, and Sienna released a sharp hiss at the painful intrusion, the pressure hot, inside her ass.
He leaned down, his body draping hers, and covered her lips, giving her a soul-wrenching, deep, toe-curling kiss, stifling her cry within his mouth. He moved his other hand to cup her warm mound, one lone finger coming out to pluck at her engorged, pulsating clitoris. He slipped two thick fingers deep into her opening and her walls clamped down to capture them, her sphincter clenching, tightly gripping his fingers. Taking deep breaths, Sienna squirmed around the dual penetration.
“It’s okay, baby, just relax. I need you nice and creamy.” His voice was raspy.
In careful strokes, he manipulated her, his fingers dragging in and out, in hot glides and smooth caresses. Her juices saturated his fingers inside her pussy while easing the restriction inside her ass until the pain passed into pleasure, and she began to move, freely, bucking against him. The warmth invaded her limbs in a slow, insidious heat, snaking through her body, crawling up her limbs. Nearly incoherent with the pleasure, Sienna convulsed, giving in to the pleasure.
Moaning, crying out, she welcomed the fiery orgasm. As she came, he encouraged her, his voice low and husky. “Yes, just like that, Sin…. Now let go.”
Sienna needed no further coaxing. The orgasm raced through her, devastating and complete.
She’d just recovered, her body still quaking in the aftermath, when she felt the blunt end of his penis nudge her passion-swollen lips and slide deep inside her channel.
Grasping her hips, Mac rode her, jostling her body as he rotated his muscular hips, knifing into her cunt. With a shout, he threw his head back, the muscles in his neck straining, his arms shaking, and sweat pouring down his face.
“Yes! God, yes!” he shouted as he ground against her, digging his fingers into her hips. His straining arms bracketed her body, and his heaving chest touched the tips of her nipples as he drove into her, one last thrust before he came. Covering her lips with his, he swallowed her cries when an unexpected second orgasm hit her as well.
He pulled away from her, allowing his body to rest against hers, his heart beating a wild rhythm against her breasts.
He slowly moved away from his position on top of her and lay behind her, throwing one muscular leg over her hips, his softened penis nestled in her crease as he spooned her body close.
For long moments, they lay in that position, silent, his hard chest blanketing her back.
Once Sienna’s heart had calmed and her breathing became more normal, she laid her hands over his, crossed over her waist. She wanted to say something, anything, but couldn’t rouse any form of intelligent speech in the aftermath of his wild lovemaking.
The satisfaction and contentment she felt had rendered her body boneless, her mind mush. All she wanted to do was sleep.
“How many men have you gone home with, offered your body to, after you’ve danced for them, Sin?” His light hold on her waist tightened as he asked the question.
She was moments away from drifting off into a sated slumber; his words slammed her back to full awareness. Damn.
10
Sienna’s back stiffened against Mac’s chest with his abrupt question.
Yeah, he had no damn right to ask her the question he had, but that hadn’t stopped the words from flying out of his mouth.
Mac held her close, his breathing calming. The fine tremors she’d elicited from him when he’d first stroked into her were easing, finally, with his release.
“You have no right to ask me that,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You have no control over me. My body is my own, to share with whom I please.”
She was right; he had no right. But the thought of her allowing another man to rock into her hot, sweet pussy was an image he wanted scrubbed from his mind.
When she tried to move from him, he pulled her tight, his hold strong. He refused to allow her to run away from him.
“Answer me,” he demanded, ignoring the truth of her words, intent on getting her to answer his question.
The silence stretched out, until he thought she would refuse to answer. When she did reply, he had to strain to hear her words.
“No, I don’t,” she answered, her voice clipped. When she offered no further words of explanation, he turned her body around, impatient, forcing her to look at him.
“Why me?” He framed her soft face with his hands and stared down at her intently.
She worried her bottom lip, scraping the lush rim with her small white teeth. She stared up at him, uncertainty in her dark eyes.
“I don’t know. Right place, right time…right man,” she answered flippantly, but Mac saw past the words and the careful, neutral expression. He was trained to read feelings no matter how well someone tried to hide them.
Instead of challenging her, he let the question go. He leaned down and captured her soft lips with his, lingering, pulling her bottom rim into his mouth, before slowly releasing it.
She raised her hands to cover his, cupping the sides of her face.
“Does any of that matter?”
Mac opened his mouth to speak, ready to give her a swift rebuttal, but he clamped his mouth, just as suddenly.
He didn’t want to get wrapped up with this woman. Yes, he wanted her, had wanted her from the first time he’d seen her on stage. And after the lap dance she’d performed, there had been no way he’d be able to leave her alone until he’d slaked his lust for her.
And that’s all it was. Pure lust.
He captured her lips with his, kissed her until both of them were breathless, before releasing her.
“No, it doesn’t. Only the here and now.” His gaze traveled down her small nose and lingered