I place my hands on either side of his freshly shaven face and force his eyes back to mine. “You can fuck me after you tell me why you think I’d wantto go to Vegas with you only to stay in a hotel while you run all over the city.” I’ll do it, of course. Charlotte is just too sweet and needs me.
“Haidyn and Ashtyn have a past.”
It’s cute that he thinks I don’t know about their history. “Haidyn has fucked her,” I correct him. “And you think Charlotte is jealous?”
“I wouldn’t call it jealousy…maybe tension.”
“You’ve fucked Ashtyn. Should I be jealous?” I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck.
“Fuck no.” He chuckles. “It meant nothing.”
A man’s go-to words when he explains his last fuck to his current one.My fingers brush through his dark hair, my nails scraping his scalp. His lips part on a deep moan when I speak. “Well, it doesn’t mean anything when we fuck either. Going to tell that to your next fuck?”
“Take that back,” he orders, frowning.
“Make me.”
“We both know you’re going to be the only woman I fuck for the rest of my life, angel.” His large tatted hands wrap around my throat, and he squeezes. I arch my neck for him and he lowers his lips to mine. “When you take it back, you can breathe.”
I swallow against his hands, my pulse racing as I try to suck in a breath but am denied. My hands instinctively come up to wrap around his tatted muscular forearms and he smiles down at me. “Beautiful.” His lips gently touch my parted ones. “You want me to choke you out, Eve?”
My eyes grow heavy. My body shuddering and clit throbbing.
“It only takes seven seconds to render you unconscious. I’d rather you not pass out, angel.” His eyes search mine. “Does my cock mean anything to you?”
I give the slightest nod, my chest burning at the lack of oxygen.
“I can’t hear you.”
My lips move in hopes of speaking, but nothing comes out. The room begins to fade in and out, and my arms drop to my sides, no longer able to hold them up.
“Come on, Eve. You know what I want.” He loosens his hands, and I gasp in a shaky breath and blink rapidly.
“It…it means something.”
He rewards me with a winning smile. “Of course it does, angel. Your pussy was made for my cock.” Reaching between our bodies, he grabs a hold of his hard dick and slides it into my soaked cunt.
I’m dazed; the room is still spinning. He starts to fuck me hard, causing unintelligible noises to flow from my numb lips like vomit. The headboard hits the wall, and his grunts fill my ears when he lowers his body on top of mine. I already have trouble breathing, and he grabs a hold of the back of my knees and shoves them apart, fucking me deeper.
“This means something to you, Eve,” he growls. “Say it.”
“It means something.” My eyes fall closed as that feeling starts to build and I clench my pussy down on him, trying to suck him in. Needing more. Harder…faster…I’m not sure what it is. I just know what he’s doing isn’t enough.
And he knows it.
He slows to an agonizing pace, and I groan. “Harder, Kash. I need more.”
He chuckles. “See how I control the situation? How I decide what you get and when you get it?” He pulls out and I slump into the mattress.
“Kash-ton,” I choke out.
“Slow and steady will leave you wanting more,” he taunts me.
“You better fuck me.”
“Or what, Eve?” He gently kisses my neck, slowly pushing his cock inside me, and my breath catches in my lungs.
I don’t respond. Instead, I wait for him to pull away, and I slap him across the face. It wasn’t as hard as I wanted to because I’m weak right now, still trying to catch my breath.
