All it’s taken for Brock—whose last name I don’t even know—to have me begging and spreading my legs, is twenty minutes.
“Good girl.” He tugs the T-shirt over my head, finally freeing me, then spends the next minute caressing every inch of my body.
He reefs his sweatshirt over his head and I almost swallow my tongue as I’m rewarded with the best breathtaking sight.
Holy fuck, he’s muscled everywhere. And he’smassive. His chest is immense and bronzed. Tattoos ripple over muscles covered with fine, wispy hair.
I want to spend hours exploring every tattoo, to ask for the meaning behind each one while running my fingers through his chest hair.
Everything about him screams alpha male at the height of his power and I’m going insane for it.
I struggle to breathe as his large hands attack his fly. A hiss escapes as he eases his zipper down as if the pressure hurts.
I’m a little disappointed to see he’s wearing boxer briefs underneath, denying me a glimpse of that monster he’s packing.
I whimper my distress and he flashes a grin. Again, it’s gone too soon but I catch a glimpse of how utterly gorgeous he is when he smiles.
Then the thought is dissolving as he prowls over me.
“Hands behind those knees, honey. Lift those beautiful legs. Spread them wide and show me that hot little pussy.”
I’m a quivering mess as I obey, as I spread myself wide open for him, watch his fevered eyes sizzle with insane lust and his lips drop open as he pants for me.
“Christ, you’re so fucking pretty,” he rasps. He starts to lower himself, then he freezes. A harsh grimace rips across his face and he gives a pained grunt. “Fuck. I don’t have a condom.”
Disappointment sears my insides.
Common sense says this is a good thing. This is my chance to put the brakes on this insanity. And yet the words that tumble from my mouth are the very opposite of reason. “I-It’s okay. I…I’m on the Pill.”
His face contorts again for a moment, then he grows resolute, as if he’s owned whatever decision he’s come to. “You should know that I’m clean. I promise. But I’ll take care of you, little girl. Whatever happens. You’re mine now.”
This is all crazy talk. But again and again, his outrageous statements of ownership make my insides leap in wild elation.
Something shifts and settles in acceptance inside me. It’s almost as if everything he’s saying, doing, is what I’ve waited for, a secret wish being granted without me being aware I was searching for it.
He plunges his mouth on mine, kissing me with force and finesse that leaves me reeling. I taste myself on his lips and weirdly, it turns me on even more.
My lips are hot and tingling and bruised by the time he rears up, but I don’t care. It’s another brand of his ownership and I crave it.
Then my thoughts dissolve because he’s pulling off his boxer briefs, exposing his massive rod for the first time.
I whimper in distress and excitement. Because, dear God, his cock is thicker than my forearm and there’s no way he’ll fit. He’ll break me in two. I know it.
And yet I’m getting wetter staring at the clear liquid seeping from his slit, the thick veins decorating his shaft and the way it jerks toward my center like a pussy-seeking missile.
Another thick groan rumbles free from him as he fists his cock. “I canseeyou getting wetter, sweet girl. Jesus, I’m going to go off like a fucking cannon the moment I get inside this dewy heaven. I just know it. But I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
He slides the underside of his massive length through my open folds, and we both groan.
His gaze is rapt on what he’s doing, his tongue resting on his lower lip as his chest rises and falls with the urgency of his breathing.
My whole body is shaking in anticipation, the promise of the unknown driving me insane.
“Please,” I whimper. I’m not sure what I’m begging for. I just knowsomethingneeds to happen, soon, or I’ll die.
Brock is muttering under his breath, his hooded eyes ablaze with madness as he notches his deep purple head against my hole.
One large hand grips my thigh to hold me wider open. Then with a feral growl, he plunges with a merciless thrust, tearing past my barrier.
Pain rips through me and I scream. I forget to grip my knees and grab his hip instead to stop the agony. Tears surge into my eyes and a sob shatters the mood.