He shakes his head. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
He looks at me and I hide my excitement. He has no idea how much I need to get this over with. Then things can go back to the way they were and I won’t lie awake all night thinking about him.
“What’s your word?” he asks quietly.
“Mitt,” I whisper.
He swallows thickly, then nods. “Make sure you use it.”
“I promise I will if I need to.”
I wait for him to move, and he looks into my eyes one final time before he slowly leans in close. I stay still, not wanting to do anything that could cause him to change his mind. Once we get started, I know we’ll be okay. He’ll see that. He just has to trust me like I trust him.
He runs his nose up the side of my neck, breathing me in, and I squeeze my eyes shut as something flutters low in my stomach.
“You’ve got a safe word,” he breathes in my ear, making all of the hairs on the back of my neck stand up like they have an electric current running through them.
I should move away from him, but instead, I turn toward him until my lips brush his temple, waiting to see where he goes with this.
“But you won’t be needing any words, will you, baby?” he rasps. “Not when all you’ll be able to do is cry out as I make you mine… over and over…”
A thrill shoots up my spine.
We’re back on.
I suck in a breath and fight back, using all of my strength to pull his hair and try to get to his eyes or his mouth. But Denver preempts every move I make, pressing his giant body down over mine as I struggle.
“Get off!” I scream.
“I’m not an asshole, baby. I’ll make sure you get off first.”
I wriggle beneath him as he sinks his face into my neck and groans. But he doesn’t kiss me there this time. Not like when hehad his hand on my breast, teasing my nipple and making it hard for him.
I bite back the words, 'Touch me,' before they leave my lips, instead choosing to thrash beneath him until he pulls back to look down at me.
Green irises flecked with gold dilate as he presses his hips into me.
I whimper as I stare back.
“You’re disgusting,” I say, disguising my whimper as one of revulsion instead of what it really was.
One of lust.
I arch beneath him, the feel of his torso against my inner thighs creating a delicious friction that my core is screaming out at me to explore.
But it’s just the roleplay. I must have a weird fetish for it. The rolling around, being manhandled. Having a huge guy with a huge dick between my legs.
“The way you’re squirming about beneath me makes me think you can’t wait for me to sink inside you.” He watches me carefully, like he knows something isn’t the same as the previous times.
I glare at him, not trusting myself to do anything else.
“Do you want that? Do you want me to fuck you?”
His brows scrunch together, and I shake my head sharply.
“I’d rather eat dog sick,” I finally spit out.
