You’ve got to be kidding me.
No, no, no.
I’m so stupid, but I refuse to show him I feel that way.
“I’m not doing this for you,” I say hoarsely.
“But I’m sure it’s my hands you’re imagining,” he muses darkly.
I should have built my pillow wall because I feel his body move closer to mine until his chest is touching my back.
“You’re playing with yourself, wishing it were my cock.”
Shaking my head in denial, I keep my mouth shut because if I say anything, it will come out shaky.
“No? I’m wrong?” His clipped voice fills me with electricity. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”
His big hand grabs my wrist from my underwear and holds me still so I can’t move.
Ugh, this man and his demands. Does he drink a specific tea in the morning that makes him so grumpy?
“Your best friend,” I whisper like a child, feeling his fingers squeeze me until it becomes painful.
My wrist is pulled out of my shorts, and I nearly whimper. His hand slides down my stomach, and his fingers suddenly pinch my sensitive bud.
My toes curl at the painful but pleasurable sensation as his voice taunts me, sounding angry, “Try again.”
God, he’s an ass.
Pressing down, he rubs me. Arching my bum into his groin, I moan, feeling him so incredibly hard. He retracts his finger a second later, making me groan in frustration.
“I was thinking about you,” I whisper softly, not wanting this stupid back-and-forth to go on any longer.
He pulls me flat on the bed, and the next thing I know, his warm, intimidating body is hovering above me. Lighting a fire in me that I didn’t know was possible. I always thought Levi was stupidly hot, but my stomach clenches at the sight of him above me with his messed up brown hair, chiseled cheeks, and his chain that’s hanging right in my face, begging me to pull his lips to mine.
I’m melting below him, and he knows that as he grips my chin.
“If I’m beside you and you’re not telling me what you need when I can help you get there faster, it’s an insult in my eyes. Don’t do that again.”
Parting my mouth is the only response he gets from me.
“Now, tell me, how do you want my cock? With me above you, under you, or from behind?”
All of the above …
Fisting his shirt in my hands, I tune out all my thoughts and pull him closer. “From behind.”
His smile almost seems wicked. “I fuck hard and rough. Are you sure you can handle that, honey?”
No, I’m not sure, but I’ll never know unless I try.
“Fuck me or else I’m going to find someone else to do it for you,” I spit in his face, making his eyes narrow at me.
That was a big mistake, but lately, I’ve not been using my brain properly, so this isn’t a surprise.
A second later, I’m being pinned on my stomach by his strong muscles. I gasp at the sudden sensation of my cheek being pressed hard into the mattress as he arches my butt in the air and slaps it once. Sending an exhilarating pain up my entire body.
“Once I have your pussy wrapped tight around me, no other man is allowed to touch you. I know how to ruin a life when I need to, so don’t fucking test me.”
