“You’ve got a body to be worshipped,” Dalton whispers against my lips, but I don’t get to answer because he dives right back in for another kiss.
This one is hungrier, in line with the way he grips my ass. My breath hitches when he grabs my wrist, and I inhale everything he is—from his strength to the torment of the past few days. This is it. He will break my hand with that massive paw, crack my head open, then look for the keys, because he thinks he can outsmart—
Dalton gently pulls my hand to the flank of his body, and oh… He’s so big, so meaty, so hot to the touch, and I utter the most embarrassing moan as I flatten my palm against his flesh and push it up, until I’m cupping the side of his pec, as if it’s a juicy steak I’m about to sink my teeth into.
My other hand is suddenly clawing at Dalton’s back, and I bring my hips up, rocking against him.
“Fuck…” I mutter as my throat tightens, but I can’t control the rush inside my head. How can I think when he smells of that stupid sea breeze soap, and sweat? It’s so far removed from the kind of person Ishouldwant as my partner I’m starting to forget why we aren’t in my comfortable bed upstairs.
“Touch all you want,” he says as if I need his permission. As if I don’t own him right now.
I let myself explore when he’s back to making out with me like we’re two teens about to come from dry humping. I run my hand over his spine, all the way to his nape, then into his short wet hair. With every passing second, I’m more at ease with his weight, no longer imagining he’s about to snap my neck. No, he is here to mount me. To pump into me until I can’t walk straight.
When his lips trail to my jaw, and then down to my neck, I lean into it. If this is the one time I let myself do this, I might as well end up with some hickeys. I have enough high collars and scarves to hide the evidence of my transgression. But when he drags his teeth and stubble over my flesh, I’m not just accepting that it’s happening. I twitch in his grip, all but begging for more as the flat of his tongue rolls up the side of my throat.
He’s so heavy. A dangerous beast I need so much I’m ready to put my life on the line this one time. I worried he would be crushing me, and keeping me from breathing, but instead his weight feels like an embrace.
He wants me.
Oh, he wants me, I can sense it in every kiss, every nip on my sensitive neck.
I glance down at him when his kisses trail to my collarbones. His tattoos are a jumbled mess ofstuffI can’t begin to comprehend, but even that is damn hot. He’s exactly the kind of brainless bad boy who would catch my eye at the gym and become a lifelong regret.
He’s a brute that smells of violence and regret.
A jackass.
He’sthe muscle.
Not someone to share intellectual pursuits with.
Unfortunately, that type of man is who makes my cock hard, and when Dalton sinks his fingers into the flesh of my thighs, massaging them hard enough to bruise, I’m ready to be taken.
This can’t be normal.
People’s assholes don’t twitch with need, surely, but I can’t help myself. All I want is for him to brace himself over me and sink inside under his own body weight, until I feel the cushion of his pubes against my ass.
There’s always been something wrong with me, but I’m too aroused to feel shame, and when my breeding bull pulls up my hips, all I can do is stutter out a moan.
He sits back on his heels, and for a moment, I’m stretched out for his viewing pleasure. When I realize he wants to fuck me like this, face-to-face, I hesitate, unsure how I feel about him seeing my face in such a vulnerable moment, but he… pulls up my legs, dragging me over the mattress as if I weigh nothing.
Dalton hooks my legs over his shoulders, holds my hips steady, and I’m so confused when blood rushes down to my head. The bastard winks at me right before swallowing half my dick in one go.
I can barely breathe as I brace my feet against his back, because my cock is in his warm mouth, and I wish I could reach his hair. Does he think I’m secretly filming this for future reference? Is that where this acrobatic position came from? I can’t do anything like this, with just my head and shoulders still on the mattress while he towers over me, lifting most of my body weight with those freakishly muscular arms. But his mouth is warm, wet, inviting, and as the tongue drawing patterns over my cockhead loosens my thoughts, I find myself strokingmy own chest, one hand squeezing my neck while the other circles my stomach.
His eyes widen, and he doesn’t even blink as he sucks me harder. It’s been years since I’ve let anyone blow me, and as wariness leaves my body, a delightful sensation floods all the dark spots inside my soul.
Pleasure starts mounting when Dalton hollows his cheeks, staring at me as if he plans to eat my cock for dessert, and I cover my face with a soft grunt.
“Stop… it’s too much… I will…”
He slowly pulls his lips off my dick, but at the same time, squeezes its base to stifle my arousal. “No, you won’t. Not until I’m deep between those ass cheeks.”
The cold shower it brings is so shocking I gasp, unsure what to do with myself. I want to protest, order him to suck me offright now, but his words are too enticing. It’s true. I don’t want to come until that monster of a dick is throbbing inside me.
His other hand slides between my ass cheeks, and he slips a finger in. I’m gonna fucking lose it. I buck my hips, helplessly chasing the need rushing through me like a storm. I have fingered myself, and fucked myself with dildos, but no one has touched me there before, and the sensation makes me curl my toes as desire stabs me somewhere deep inside.
It’s not enough. That one digit, no matter how long and thick, can’t satisfy me, so I tap Dalton with my heels, trying to ride his finger.
