Shattered: by Janet Nissenson Page B

sensory overload. Dimly she realized that Nick was speaking to her as he ran a hand almost absently up and down her leg, still covered in its sheer black thigh-high stocking.
    “I like these,” he murmured in a low voice. “Very sexy, even more than a garter belt. Not that I won’t look forward to seeing you wear one of those as well. Or a corset. But for tonight I think I’d prefer these long, gorgeous legs of yours to be bare.”
    Nick removed one of her shoes, inspecting it as though he were an authority on women’s footwear. “Hmm, I suppose you have to wear something conservative like this to the office. But I’d love to see you in stilettos instead, in a really high fuck-me heel.” He began to roll her stocking off. “That kind of shoe would make your legs look as though they went all the way up to your armpits.”
    As he removed the other shoe and stocking, Angela gasped as he ran his hands assertively up along her bare legs, caressing their long, pale gold length.
    “Your skin is so smooth,” he purred, his caresses growing bolder. “Do you wax your legs, too?”
    “Yes.” She was quivering in anticipation as he slowly spread her thighs apart, rising up to kneel between them.
    “When I saw you standing across that room – all long hair and big eyes and these gorgeous legs,” he told her, his voice deep and enthralling, “the first thing I imagined was having them wrapped around my neck while I fucked you so deep and hard that both of us passed out from the pleasure.” He took hold of his intimidatingly huge erection and began to slowly feed it inside of her an inch at a time. “But not this first time,” he murmured against her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip sharply with his teeth. “I want both of us to remember every second.”
    Angela was dizzy with sensation by now, already overwhelmed by how big he was, how deeply he filled her, and she fought off the panic when she realized he was barely halfway in. “I can’t – you’re – it’s too much,” she whispered helplessly.
    “Hush. That’s a good girl.” He took her mouth in a long, leisurely kiss while his fingers plucked at her nipple. “You just need to relax, Angel. Give yourself over to me and let it happen. Don’t think. Just feel.”
    “Okay.” Her voice sounded rusty as she took a deep breath, willing herself to relax, to allow her body to open further to him.
    Nick continued to murmur in her ear – words of praise and encouragement, soothing her, calming her, seducing her. And as she did as he commanded and let herself go, he took advantage of her compliance and slid all the way inside of her, buried to the root.
    Angela couldn’t suppress the little sound of alarm she made as he completed his possession, as she felt every hard, throbbing inch of him tightly sheathed within her. Nick propped himself up on his elbows, gazing down at her intently, and simply remained still.
    “I told you,” he whispered, brushing long strands of hair off her face. “I knew you could take me, Angel, knew that you were made for me. Not many women can handle all of me, you know.”
    “I’m not so sure I can, either,” she breathed, firmly pushing aside the thought of how many women he must have been with in his lifetime. That was the very last thing she wanted to dwell on right now.
    “Yes, you can. I told you – we fit together perfectly. I’m going to move now, Angel, and I’ll try to take it easy this first time. But you feel fucking amazing, like a fist around my dick, so holding back isn’t going to be easy.”
    Angela could tell by the way he clenched his jaw, at how tightly bunched the huge muscles of his biceps were, that Nick was struggling mightily to do as he’d promised. But even with the long, slow strokes, the tremendous effort he was making to be gentle, she still feared he might split her in two. And then her inner muscles finally began to relax and she opened to him a bit more with each controlled