“Whatever you want,” I tell him so quickly it sounds like a single moan.
“You missed a word.”
I’m going to die. The pleasurable pain, something I thought I’d never actually have is going to kill me. I can’t fucking wait.
“Whatever you want, TJ,” I hiss.
“Mmm.” His gratification rumbles from his lips. “I love the sound of my name coming out of this pretty mouth.”
My blood boils, breath hitching at the realization that I now have a means to manipulate him.
“I don’t want either,” he hisses.
He spins me around, shoving my face against the wall as rough hands pull my hips, forcing my ass out. He slams inside of me without warning, and I kind of hate how wet I am for him. He’s thick, filling me impossibly full, but the slide is too easy. It’s decadent enough that my toes curl against the concrete floor.
“Fuck,” he grunts. The feel of my body engulfing his cock seems to be too much for him. His hips stiffen as he releases my hair and grips my throat instead. It’s not enough to obstruct my breathing, but tight enough to let me know who’s in charge. My back arches as he urges me to straighten until my head is on his shoulder. Only then do his hips move again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I’m liquid in his arms. I don’t think my own muscles are even holding a pound of my weight up. He’s doing all the work, using his strength to impale me with his cock in a relentless tempo.
“Goddamn it,” he bellows, and suddenly I’m released and pushed to the floor.
I don’t have a second to protest before he shoves his cock in my mouth. The pulse in my clit pounds at being denied in the same rhythm he stabs into my mouth with.
“I’m going to spank your ass for this,” he grits out, frustration evident in his tone as he rips his cock from my mouth. “Ride me.”
“Mmm,” I whimper when he’s on his back and I can sink down on him once more.
“If you make me come too soon, you’re in for a world of hurt,” he cautions.
I move my feet, shuffling them forward an inch or so to get better leverage when my toes hit metal. An evil smile tugs at the corner of my mouth when I look down and see his forgotten knife. Leaning in, I swipe my tongue over his bottom lip and pick up the knife. His eyes are half-lidded, and my tempo never falters.
He doesn’t even see the knife until I’m holding it to his chest, and even then, he doesn’t look afraid.
“You coming too soon, isn’t my problem.” I swivel my hips with him buried all the way inside of me. My pleasure is betrayed when my own groan slips out.
“This tight pussy is one hundred percent your fault.” As if I didn’t have a knife against his skin, he grips my hips holding me above him and slams into me a half dozen times.
Lost in my own pleasure, the knife slips. I don’t realize I’ve cut him until he hisses.
“Fuck, baby. That doesn’t help. It’ll only make me come faster.”
TJ suddenly sits up, and I’m terrified I pushed him too far as the knife clatters back to the floor. He’s grinning as he grips me on one hip and at the nape of my neck and uses his own strength to piston me up and down on his dick.
“Oh, God,” I groan as an orgasm slams into me. My legs tremble. My feet tingle. Hell, even my hair seems to stand on end, completely turned on by this man.
“That’s much better,” I hear him grumble in my ear. He allows my release. He lets me ride every wave my body has to give before he concerns himself with his own. “I’m going to come.”
I wish I had it in me to double my efforts, to give him more pleasure, but my legs are too languid to work right. His teeth dig into my shoulder at the same time I feel his cock kick deep inside of me. It’s several more pulses and an endless time before he releases his grip on the back of my neck.
He doesn’t shove me off him as I anticipate. His grip on my hip loosens a fraction, and his other hand swipes damp hair from my eyes. “Did I hurt you?”
“Yes.” A smile spreads across his gorgeous face with my answer. “Thank you.”Chapter 28TJ
She is fucking perfect.
Her submission, then her fight. Man, this woman is everything I’ve ever needed.
“I came inside of you,” I confess, brushing my lips along her cheek. “Didn’t even consider a condom because I was so worked up.”
Only now does she stiffen.
“I’m clean, baby,” I vow. “I get tested very often because of the way I like to do things.”