"Good" is the only thing he says before placing his hands on the collar of my—his—shirt, and in one fast motion tears it apart, exposing my body for him.
Chapter Four
Daniel
Buttons of the shirt fly apart in different directions, scattering all over the floor, exposing her curves to my gaze.
She's wearing black lace lingerie, so translucent that I entirely see the puckered nipples of her small breasts.
My cock throbs again right away, and I press it more demanding to her center, trying to stop the ache.
She gasped when I tore off her shirt, but when I look at her once again, she seems taken by surprise—not scared, simply astonished by what I did.
"Don't worry, I'll give you a new one," I say, smirking at her.
"Okay," she whispers and smiles at me.
It's a slight smile, exposing her teeth just a little, but it shows me her dimples, and I swear that I've never seen anything more beautiful.
Why haven't I noticed them before?
Oh, right, because she hadn't smiled at me yet, thanks to the fact that I treated her so disrespectfully.
Those dimples make me want to kiss her again.
Again.What a strange feeling for me. I never kiss on the lips. For many years I was avoiding it, and it didn't bother me.
But when she tried to walk away, something inside of me burst, and I couldn't hold myself any longer.
When the smile slowly disappears from her face, I realize that I’ve been staring at her motionless for all this time.
What's wrong with me? I don't get mesmerized by a smile; it's ridiculous. Who wants to watch a smile when the woman's breasts are on display?
I grab her in my arms, and she gasps in surprise again, and then I carry her to my bedroom. She clings to me like a little monkey, terrified to fall down.
"Don't worry, lamb, I got you," I whisper into her ear and press a gentle kiss to her neck.
I feel her body break out in goosebumps right away. The shiver that I feel with my hands on her thighs turns me on even more, and I increase my speed, unable to wait until I finally find myself inside her.
I throw her on the bed, not gently, but harshly, the way I'm used to, but then I freeze for a second, trying to figure out if I'm acting too rough with her.
Do I really care if I scare her? Of course not. She knows what to expect; I warned her that I love a hard fuck.
Then why do I want to make her enjoy it more than I care about how I feel?
I take a look at her once again. She doesn't seem offended; her blurred gaze is filled with lust and anticipation, and the way she looks at me makes me want to roar with hunger.
I feel as if I haven't had sex for ages.
I start unbuckling my belt, slowly, enjoying the way she looks at me.
"I will tie your hands with this belt if you provoke me," I say, taking it off and throwing it on the bed next to her.
"Provoke you?" She raises an eyebrow, a mischievous smile appearing on her face.
"You have to obey what I say or else you'll be punished," I continue, taking off my shirt.
She places her lower lip between her teeth when she sees me naked, without even trying to hide how intrigued she is about what she’s seeing.