“I love you.” I stare into his eyes. Clear blue skies transform into a storm. His darkened eyes come to me in my dreams. “I love you so much.” What’s going on between us is happening too quickly. Panic is like a vice squeezing me from my sides to my sternum.
“Baby? Sweetness?” He’s concerned.
“We’re moving too fast and I’m scared.”
“Me, too, Ever.”
His admission is reassuring and calms my panic. If a man, who was ballsy enough to visit a murderer and ask for his permission to see his little girl, is scared, then our pace must be okay. We’re both terrified.
“Falling in love doesn’t have a timing. There isn’t a schedule. We fall on our terms, our timeline, Ever. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” He grasps my chin. “That’s my girl.” Every cell in my body exhales a sigh of contentment from his praise. “I love you, beautiful.”
Bobby moves his hips. His thick cock moves in and out of me. He tortures me with his slow thrusts. My body comes alive with each forward and backward motion of his hips.
The pain from his first thrust, like being split in two, becomes something else. Like being broken and then put back together again. There’s pain from getting hurt. Followed by pleasure as my broken pieces come together.
Pleasure follows pain, and understanding what’s coming, I give in to the pain. Bobby pushes my knees to my chest. One hand on both knees, he presses his thumb on my clit.
He pumps his cock in at the same time he rubs my clit, using my juices to work at the sinful little slippery knot until my insides coil so tight I’m begging him to give me relief from my aching, throbbing pussy.
“Please, Bobby,” I rasp. My chest is tight, and it’s not from him holding my knees to my chest one-handed. Something with my body changes. My core stretches around his girth. My body sinks into the bed. I relax my knees. I’ve been holding them against my chest rather than submitting to Bobby’s hold.
“That’s it, baby. Breathe. Take in all of me.”
My head lolls to the side. I reach for the headboard. My core takes in more of him. I squeeze my inner muscles.
He groans. “That’s a good girl. Squeeze my cock. Milk it.”
I clench my muscles. My inner walls cocoon and squeeze. Release. Cocoon. Squeeze.
His eyes roll back. “Fuck, baby. You’ll be the death of me.”
I suck in a horrified breath. “Take it back.”
“There are no take-backs. Not with me balls deep inside you.”
I clench my jaw. Clench my inner muscles. “I’m not letting go until you. Take. It. Back.”
“Uh-uh. I won’t be thwarted by a woman half my size.”
“You egotistical?—”
He slips his thickness out of me before I can finish my sentence. One heartbeat, I’m flat on my back with my knees to my chest. Two heartbeats later, I’m on all fours.
“Face down, ass up.”
I look over my shoulder and glare. I hear it before I feel it. A resounding smack fills the bedroom. My ass cheek stings. Another smack. My other ass cheek stings.
“What did I say?”
Oh my God. Oh my God. I press my face on the bed covers and tip my ass up.
“That’s my girl.” He smooths his palm over one stinging ass cheek, then the other. “You hurting?”
Yes. “No.” Unbelievably, I’m craving Bobby’s dominance. I need him to take the reins. I’m finding that I want him to take control so that I can lose it. I’m tired of overthinking, of making decisions day in and day out.
