“You want to know what makes it good for me?” he rasps into my ear, his body covering but not crushing me. The way he grinds against me, hipbone right on my clit is killing me. “Making you cum. The idea of watching you scream and twist and beg me to fuck you harder as you ride out an orgasm so intense you black out, makes me want to fucking blow my load.”
I’m mesmerized by his dirty words, the way he is pounding pleasure into me, overwhelming me is unlike anything I’ve experienced before.
He plunges his hands into my hair and holds my head in place so that our lips barely touch as he moves inside me. His thrusts become more aggressive, almost punishing, but that only serves to make me want more and more of him.
He’s not my type at all—a rugged manly man who doesn’t rely on pretty words to butter me up—but yet here we are, two enemies fucking like there’s no tomorrow, like all the tension between us has been reduced to this one moment in time where neither of us can deny how intensely attracted we are to each other.
For once we aren’t fighting each other, we are working together and it’s far more powerful and heady than any heckling irritation I could inflict on him.
With each movement, something inside me tightens and unravels all at once until I'm moaning into his shoulder and clawing at his back with desperate need for release.
“That’s it, cream puff, I want you to shake and melt all over this dick. Do it for me, blondie.”
Ted’s husky words and the visual they send me, of him watching me writhe and buck under him, begs me to give in to him.
“Please,” I sob out, relishing the way he increases his pace. My body is a live wire, the coil on the inside of my wrists where he’s holding my hands, the one between my thighs where he’s rubbing against me until I’m sure I’m going to burst into flames. “Please. . . I’m almost. . . ”
“You want it—you can have it, blondie. Give it to me. Give me that perfect pussy.” His words are rough and raw and I want to give him whatever he wants though that’s not necessary. He’s going to take it from me. He keeps going, each word winding me up until I fear my back will break.
“That’s my good girl. You are so fucking gorgeous, coming apart on my dick. I can feel it,” his voice is a low seductive growl against my ear. “Let go,” he commands in a gravelly tone. “You’re so fucking close. I can feel you shaking.”
He bites my bottom lip, yanking it out with a popping sound before shoving me over the edge. The orgasm tears through me like a hurricane, lighting me up from the inside out, and I shout into his neck. I come so hard that I literally see stars, then they morph into hundreds of shooting, glorious colors bursting behind my closed eyelids. I shake and shudder until I’m completely spent.
“That’s my good girl,” he breathes, before he slams his hungry lips against mine.
Again, who in the actual hell is this guy?
The thought runs through my brain before melting into the abyss with the rest of my senses. I grip the hard planes of his chest and hold on, losing myself to him.
Ted leans down, pausing his brutal strokes, he kisses me so tenderly my heart cracks. Fingers glide along my jawline as he tastes me. The way his lips slide across mine with such reverence, it’s as if he is worshipping me. There is a terrifying sincerity to it that causes my heart to pound harder and faster than ever.
He pulls out of me, a petulant whine of protest escapes me as I feel cold and empty. Up on his knees, Ted's calloused hand pumps his rock-hard dick once, then twice before a powerful eruption of cum collides with my thigh. He bellows a guttural roar of pleasure that rattles the windows.
I’m fucking entranced by the vision of him succumbing to orgasm. Passion vibrates around him almost visibly. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I just soak in his sexy masculine form, trying to burn it into my brain.
When the cloudy daze clears from his eyes, he blinks down at me with an inscrutable look.
My stomach clenches as tension fills the air. I already know what’s coming. He reaches over and grabs some tissue from his bedside table, wiping the mess off my thigh, avoiding my gaze now.
He slips out of the bed, pulling his underwear back on. I’m quick to pull up the covers over my exposed legs.
Then he says those damning words that ruin everything. “I’m sorry.”
Everything in me drops as if I’d been kicked out of a plane.
Chapter19
Dicked Down And Hysterical
GOLDIE
Ireach down and around my legs to locate my panties and pajama bottoms. I’m far too aware of the cold, wet silk fabric sticking to my chest from where Ted's mouth had been.
When the babbling starts, I can’t stop. “I’m sorry. I swear I did my best. I even talked to a doctor and tried to take their advice, useless though it was.” Now I’m more stressed than ever.
Which means I’ll likely walk right into his bed again.
This is a nightmare.
