We stare at each other as we approach the door of the suite he’s sharing with Vance. I narrow my eyes at him. “I hate you, Freddy Krueger.”
He narrows his eyes right back at me. “I hate you more, Nurse Ratched.”
At that, his lips crash to mine while he pushes open the door to his suite. Our teeth clank and our tongues duel for supremacy. Why do I love the way he tastes so damn much? No real man tastes like strawberries, but I seem to be intoxicated by it.
He places me on my feet and backs me into his bedroom, all without breaking our lip lock. He slams his door shut behind us and grabs for my breasts, but I bite his lip hard enough to draw blood.
He breaks the kiss, though his face lights up as he pushes his erection onto me. I’ve been dying to get my hands on it all night after feeling how impressive it was earlier in the club. I rub my hand up and down his crotch and call him a freak for how much he clearly got off on me biting his lip.
He wiggles his eyebrows as he pinches my nipple so damnhard, I wonder if it’s still there. “Takes one to know one,” he growls in return.
I guess we’re both gluttons for punishment because I bark out, “Do it again.”
Before I know it, he’s shirtless and I’m standing there in my bra and panties. He pretends, through words, that he doesn’t like what he sees, but his eyes tell another story. If you can be fucked by eyes, his are doing so as they roam my body unashamedly. I know what a man’s lustful look is, and that’s all I’m seeing from him right now. That and his dick, which is rock solid, practically poking out like a third leg from his shorts.
I can’t take it anymore. I want his dick. I want to see it, touch it, taste it, feel it inside my body.
After I pull his shorts down, he nearly falls over as he attempts to kick them away. I do my best to swallow down my laugh. He’s totally trashed.
He takes a brief moment as if to check to see if I’m of the right mind to do this. Only one word flitters through my mind at seeing this thoughtful hesitation written all over his face. Trust. Despite all our shit, I trust Daylen to take care of me. To never take advantage of me. This thought alone pushes me to tell him I’m fine enough to take that next step.
I walk toward him and run my shaky fingertips over the defined muscles of his stomach like I’ve been wanting to do since the pool today. I both love and hate how sexy this beast is. Goosebumps spread all over his body from my touch.
And then finally,finally, I remove his boxer briefs. My mouth is agape at his size. I knew he was big because I saw the tip a few months ago and I’ve felt him through his clothes, but holy shit. His dick is in exact proportion to how much of a pain in the ass he is. Let me assure you, he’s abig,wide,long,angrypain in the ass.
My former veil, which returned to its original place as panties, is now flooded. And I mean flooded, as I physically ache for that giant cock to be inside me.
I can’t help but rub and then taste the oozing tip with my thumb. It tastes like I’m about to get fucked hard, just how I want and need it from him. Figures that this asshole would have the right tools. Why can’t green flag guys be built like this? Instead, I’m faced with the man who encompasses every red flag I’ve ever dreamed of, draped in the body of a god with the dick of a porn star.
I look down at myself. Where did my bra go? When did he take it off? I see it on the floor, but I don’t remember it being taken off. Maybe he’s a sex magician and took it off via telepathy.
Fortunately, I remember that I stuffed my purse full of condoms before I left for the evening, hoping I’d muster up the courage to be with a man tonight. I never expected it to be this man, but I’m currently okay with the change in plans. There’s something deeply comforting about it being him and not a stranger. I may hate him, but I know and trust him.
Soon after I toss the condoms on the bed, he tosses me on the bed as if I weigh nothing. I’m over six feet and very muscular. I’ve never once had a lover manhandle me like this. And holy fucking shit does it make my pussy ache with need.
Before I know it, he’s on top of me and his thick fingers are pushing deep inside me just like I imagined them doing earlier tonight. Giving into the myriad of sensations, I beg for them deeper, even though I’m not sure fingers can go any deeper than his are. He’s so rough with me. I love that he doesn’t treat me like a porcelain doll. I hate it when men do that.
His lips and teeth are all over my breasts, devouring them, undoubtedly marking them. He mumbles something about how long he’s waited to worship them and how perfect they are.
I can feel his teeth sinking into my lush flesh. Damn, I love this harsh treatment. I get off on it, even though I know I’ll have his teeth marks all over my body in the morning.
Fuck that. I’m marking him too. I scrape my nails all over hisback, breaking skin and making him moan in pleasure. He loves the roughness as much as I do.
His fingers continue to expertly stroke my insides, knowing how and where to touch me. I can feel my pussy pulsing with deep-seated need as my arousal rockets into space and fluids physically pour from my body.
I’m close to coming already, but I want his dick. The thought of that big dick inside me is consuming me. “Fuck me now, red,” I yell out.
He lifts his head and quirks a brow. “Red?”
“Red flag. Fuck me like you’re the biggest red flag on the planet.”
He pauses briefly, as if in deliberation, so I slap him across the face again just as hard as I did earlier.
His eyes burn with desire as he removes his fingers from my pussy and brings them to my throat, squeezing the sides hard. His cock is now lying heavy on my pussy, with his crown pushing against my swollen, pulsing clit.
He grits out, “All I have to do is squeeze.” He tightens his hold a drop more.
I’m confident I’ve never been more turned on in my life than I am right at this moment. My eyes roll back in my head. Between the choking, the pressure on my clit, and his words, I lose my mind, shaking uncontrollably and screaming into a full-body, all-encompassing orgasm. It feels like my body is levitating off the bed even though a two-hundred-and-sixty-five-pound mountain of a man is on top of me.
