He brought her down over the peak and placed a kiss to her pussy, watching her shake a little with each indrawn breath.
“I love it when you do that,” she said.
“I can give it to you every time you want it.” He gripped her thighs, standing up, and pressing a kiss to her lips. She tried to pull away, and he shook his head. “Kiss me.”
She did. It was quick, and she pulled away.
“I don’t have no room for a prim and proper girl in my bed, Abriana.”
“Who says I want to be in your bed?” She looked nervous. He liked it.
“You want my dick in your pussy, right now. You can deny it all you want, but we both know it’s my dick you want.” He stroked a finger between her sodden curls. “You can deny it. However, if you don’t join me in my sitting room, I’ll never make you come again. You won’t find pleasure with another man either. You even think to do that, and I’ll kill them. I’ll kill every man you look at because no one has what belongs to me. No one gets to taste what is mine.”
He stood up, not hiding the fact he was so fucking hard right now. Pushing his sweatpants down, he threw them into her lap, before heading into the sitting room.
If she didn’t turn up, he’d put on some porn and take care of business himself. He had no doubt that behind Abriana’s prim exterior there was a wanton woman who wished to break the chains her family kept locked around her.
He had no problem with her portraying the part of sweet, innocent virgin to the outside world. She would always be his sweet little virgin. That was where the fucking image stopped. When they were alone, he wanted a slut, a whore, a woman who was willing to take his cock, and to do every single dirty thing he could imagine. He wouldn’t share her.
No other man would ever get to know just how fucking precious she was.
His newfound feelings for her wouldn’t stop him from putting a bullet inside her head if the time came for it. Until then, he wanted her, and he was going to take her every single chance he got.
She’d become like a drug to his system, and he couldn’t stop it. He didn’t want to stop it.
Not once did she flinch away from his scars, or look at him as if he was a lesser being. He wasn’t above admitting it was fucking heady to have a woman finally look at him and want him.
And he saw her want each time she looked at him. There were nerves, like there always were, but this went deeper.
Like he knew she would, she entered the sitting room. Her hands were clenched at her sides, and she looked really unsure of herself.
“Take your clothes off. Coming in here, I want you naked.” He looked toward her, wrapping his fingers around his length, waiting.
Her hands were shaking, but she did as he asked without a single complaint, and she was fucking beautiful.
He loved her curves. Some of the bitches at the clubhouse were all skin and bone, their drug habit not exactly helping their figure.
With Abriana, to some, she was fat and wouldn’t be attractive. To him, he loved the added pounds of flesh. The way her tits were nice, full, round, and the large nipples. Her waist narrowed in, only to flare out to full hips. Baby-making hips.
He wasn’t going to think about a baby.
Not now.
His life didn’t accommodate a child.
Her thighs were strong, full, juicy, and they could wrap around him and take the pounding he wanted to give. Her long hair fell around her face, and to him, in that moment, she looked like a goddess.
His own personal goddess.
“Come here.”
She stepped in front of him. Her gaze went from his face to his dick then back again. He was making her nervous, but he didn’t have a problem with that.
“Do you want to touch me?”
“Yes.”
“Get comfortable.” He threw a pillow to the floor and watched her lower herself onto the pillow, to get comfortable. Once she was, he held out his hand for her to take, waiting for her to do as he asked.
She placed hers inside his, and he was patient, letting her get calm and relaxed. He understood her nerves, but he had no time for it here, even though he tried to give it to her.
Wrapping her fingers around his length, he showed her exactly what he liked. Moving her hand fast, gripping him tightly, he hissed at the pleasure. It had been a long time since he’d let a woman touch him like this.
Sure, he’d allowed women to blow him, but he’d only let their mouths on him. Physical touch had been out of the question. He didn’t like their hands on him. Most of the women were repulsed by his face, so getting them to physically touch him, he didn’t like.