That Man 3 by Nelle L'Amour

already sending me over the edge.
    Drunk with lust, his eyes fixed on mine. “Now, tiger, anchor your hands on the bed,
     lift your hips, and come down on me again. Hard.”
    I did as bid and quickly got into a rhythm. While I could feel him thrusting into
     me, he let me control the pace and depth of penetration. I rode him hard and fast,
     working myself into a sweat. Every time I had sex with Blake, I thought it couldn’t
     get better. But this was amazing. Fucking amazing! Each time I ground down on him,
     he bucked into me, stimulating my clit and hitting my magic spot again and again. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! My greedy mouth sucked every ounce of flesh it could reach and chewed on his damp
     tee.
    The beginnings of a major orgasm descended on me quickly. I was leaving this earth.
     Falling off a cliff. My fingernails clawed the crisp cotton sheet. I was sure it was
     torn.
    “Blake, I’m going to come,” I cried out.
    “Keep your eyes open, and I want to hear you roar my name until you’re hoarse.”
    With whimpering pants that bordered on sobs, I nodded. As he continued to pummel into
     me, my climax spiraled, consuming every cell in its path like a fierce tornado. I
     roared his name until my throat was sore.
    “Fuck, tiger!” he shouted as his own orgasm collided with mine. His body jerked as
     he spurted his hot semen inside me. Our eyes never broke contact.
    “Fuck,” he said again with a harsh breath as he pumped one more blast into my quivering
     pussy.
    A heated sheen coated his face and I could practically see my reflection. He leaned
     forward to reward me with a kiss. I cupped his strong jaw in my hands to prolong it.
     His mouth was delicious, his tongue so talented. I never wanted his kisses to end.
    Recovering from my powerful orgasm, I finally pulled away. His cock was still in me.
     Leaning his head back against the headboard, he gazed at me and traced my face softly
     with his hand.
    “Tiger, do you know why you’re so sexy and beautiful?”
    I shook my head. No man had ever used those words to describe me.
    A smile played on his face. “Because you don’t know it.”
    I smiled back at him. “I do know something.”
    “And what might that be?” he asked slyly.
    “That I love you.”
    In a breath, he rolled me over and was pummeling me again.
    His heart was in his eyes when he repeated my words and breathed out one word with
     one final powerful thrust: “Mine.”
    We came together.
    *
    We spent the rest of the afternoon fucking and cuddling. We shared silly intimate
     things like childhood stories, dreams, and scars. While I had many, each with a story
     that captivated him, Mr. Beautiful only had one small battle scar on his back—the
     result of a fight he’d had with his sister, Marcy, when he was a youngster. The stories
     he told me about the two of them growing up together had me roaring with laughter.
     The funniest of all was the time his sister, ten years older and a gynecologist, found
     him in her office fucking one of his high school teachers with her feet in the stirrups.
     I laughed until I cried. Blake Burns was indeed a very naughty boy and I loved him
     all the more for it.
    Outside, the sound of waves crashing against the rocky shoreline sounded in my ears.
     Before long, the sky darkened, and exhausted from all the love and laughter, I dozed
     off, tucked in his brawny arm with my head on his warm taut chest. His heart beat
     like a lullaby in my ears.
    When we awoke, it was almost eight o’clock. Ravenous after a long, mind-blowing shower,
     we dressed casually in sweats and made dinner together in the enormous, state-of-the-art
     kitchen. The menu: lobster, champagne, and my mother’s chocolate chip cookies. He’d
     bought the lobsters and champagne before picking me up at the airport.
    I’d never eaten lobster before, and I had a hard time dropping the live, red-shelled
     creature into a large pot of warm water that was going to put it to sleep before it
     boiled