Joey gives my bare ass another slap right before he rolls on a condom and rubs the head of his cock along my slit. I push back, eager to take him.
This guy…
I know I should be terribly offended at the hot-headed, high-handed way he bullied his way into my life, but instead, I’m all melty inside. I’ve never had anyone fight for me before. Never felt like a highly-prized possession.
Joey grips my hips and thrusts into me with firm, rough strokes. I love the way he fills me, the way he controls my body. He gets deep, hitting my inner wall.
I’m not sure when I start begging, but I do. Babbling and pleading and urging him to give me more.
“Say it,” Joey growls over my keening cries.
My brain is so scrambled I can’t understand what he said. “What?” I gasp.
“Say it. Who bends you over and makes you come like a porn star?”
“You do!”
He fists his hand in my hair and tugs my head back. “Who’s way up in your system, baby?”
“You are!”
“Say my name.” He thrusts harder, pounding into me now.
“Joey!”
“That’s it,bella. Say it again.”
“Joey!” I come, my walls squeezing and choking his dick.
He shouts and slams in deep, coming a moment later.
“Joey,” I sob one more time into the bedcovers. Acknowledging the truth.
I’m in deep with this guy. Far deeper than I’d planned.
Joey pulls out and zips up then turns me around, sliding his hands all over my skin–around my ass, down my thighs, up my back. He pulls up my panties and jeans and buttons me up.
He grips my jaw to hold my face still for a hard kiss. “No more dates with other men.”
I open my mouth to protest. I really want to argue–not because I have any interest in seeing other men but because I shouldn’t let this guy tell me how things are going to go.
But then he follows it up with a curt, “Please,” and the words die on my lips. “I’m a jealous guy, Soph. I want you all to myself. Please don’t make me suffer.”
“You’re not my boyfriend.” I don’t know why my heart is pounding. I’m not afraid of him. But my body registers everything about this conversation as important.
He nods. “Okay, I’ll accept that, but no other men in the meantime. While I’m earning that position.”
I try to ignore that melty warm feeling that travels south through my center. “Why me?” The words croak out of me.
He tilts his head to the side. “I don’t know, Soph. I just think…you might be the one.”
Panic rises in my throat. I might have conceded we were exclusively screwing. But I’m not getting pulled back into the Family. No matter how weak-kneed its crown prince makes me.
“I’m not, Joey.”
His expression shutters, but if anything, he looks more resolute. More stubborn. “We’ll see. For now, no more men. Got it?”
I lift my chin. “Are you asking me or telling?”