She lifted her legs and hugged him around the waist. He was between her thighs and her calves locked down on warm skin and a firm, muscular ass. It dawned on her that she could feel so much of him. He wasn’t wearing pants. Her toes curled and found purchase on the back of his thighs. They were bare too. 880 was naked.

She slid her fingers up to his shoulders, desperate for something to cling to. He shifted his body a little higher over hers until something thick, hard, and hot bumped against her lower belly and thigh where her legs were drawn up. She released him with one hand to reach between them, seeking the source. His c**k was easy to find.

The thickness she explored didn’t allow her fingers and thumb to touch when she tried to totally encircle the girth of his shaft. Another moan broke from her parted lips as she tightened her hold around his waist with her legs. It helped her elevate her h*ps as she repositioned his rigid shaft until the crown of it ended up where she wanted it.

He pushed the head of his c**k against her gently, trying to enter her pu**y but her body resisted the broad tip. A snarl was muffled against her breast but she understood his frustration, feeling it too. Alli rolled her h*ps just enough to align the angles of their pelvises and squeezed him with her legs again. He pressed against the opening of her pu**y and it stretched to take him.

“Yes,” she urged. “Slow…but take me.”

His mouth tore away from her breast and his head lifted. His eyes were incredible when they were filled with passion. The brown appeared brighter and even more beautiful than normal. His c**k pushed into her deeper, her vaginal walls accepting the thick girth. It was a tight fit and she could feel all of him in a way that she’d never experienced before.

“Alli,” he rasped, his gaze narrowing and a look of pain transforming his features.

“Don’t stop,” she almost begged when he froze.

“You’re so small.”

She glanced away from him to peer between their bodies since he kept all of his upper body off her. He was big all over. With her h*ps angled upward, she could see where they were barely joined and the sight turned her on more. She lifted her gaze to his.

“I can take you. Just ease in.”

He flashed sharp fangs. “Am I hurting you?”

She shook her head and used her hold on him to shift her body. His eyes closed and his mouth tightened into a firm line as his nose flared. Another deep growl tore from him. The pleasure of slowly rocking her body under him, her pu**y taking a little more of his thick shaft with each motion of her hips, made her want to claw him when she removed her hand from the base of his c**k to grab a handful of firm ass.

His eyes opened to stare at her. Shock flashed over his features but it was quickly gone as she kept using her legs and arms to move under him. He was halfway in, from what she’d seen, and she couldn’t wait to feel all of him buried deep. It was going to be amazing.

He growled. “Stop.”

She froze. “Don’t you dare say that. You started this and we’re finishing it.”

His eyes widened, clearly taken aback that she’d made those demands. “I want to mount you. You need to let go of me and roll over. Get on your hands and knees.”

“We’re fine in this position. I don’t want to change.”

“We can’t do this.”

“Why not?” Dread filled her that he’d maybe been partially asleep and he’d put the brakes on their lovemaking now that he was fully awake. She was turned-on, aching, and wanted him. “I can feel how hard you are. You’re like stone.”

“I need to mount you.”

The guy must really like doggy style but she wasn’t willing to chance him changing his mind. She rolled her hips, causing his c**k to move inside her. Her fingernails dug into his ass and he jumped a little. His h*ps drove his shaft deeper inside her. She moaned at the feel of him.

“Alli,” he snarled. “I need to mount you before I lose control. Stop playing with me.”

“Playing?” She stared at him, baffled. “I’m telling you to f**k me. Don’t stop.”

“I’m too close to losing it,” he warned.

“Losing what?” She wondered if they were speaking too different languages. If she had a green flag, she’d wave the damn thing. “Move inside me.” That was pretty clear.

He rocked his h*ps and hit a spot inside her pu**y that made her throw her head back with a moan. “Yes. Right there.”

He growled in response and withdrew a little. Her vaginal muscles clamped down around his thick shaft of their own accord, wanting to hold him there. He paused and pushed back inside her with one swift thrust of his hips. Alli moaned louder.

“Yes. Just like that.”

His face dropped to her neck and his mouth opened on the side of her throat as he repeated the motion. Her hand released his ass to travel up his back to clutch his shoulder blade as she hiked her legs higher up his waist to cross her ankles over the center of his ass. The feel of his muscles bunching as he kept f**king her added to the sensation of his c**k plowing through all the nerve endings that were screaming from ecstasy inside her head. Her eyes closed tightly, to just concentrate on 880.

His c**k was rock hard and large. She’d always wondered if bigger really was better and she became a believer that it was. The thickness of his shaft rubbed against her inner walls snugly, dragging across nerve endings with every shift of his hips. The fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom only seemed to make it better. It was a first for her and she noticed the wonderful difference.