I close my eyes and pray that I’m making the right decision when I nod.
He groans, and then his hand is replaced by his lips, his mouth crashing over mine.
His hands are all over me. My hands are all over him. Ten minutes ago, I was wondering if I’d ever be interested in sex again, and now I’ll die if I don’t get it. His kisses bruise. His teeth chomp down on my lip, making me whimper, only for his mouth to close over mine to swallow the sound. He grabs my dress like he’s going to pull it off me, and I slap his hand away.
He backs off for half a second, just to cast a quick glare at me, only to then flip up the nursing flap, baring my breasts.
He mashes one giant, firm, engorged handful, and I have to bite my own lip to keep from squealing at the sudden sharp pain.
He lets go, but I don’t want that, so I make a grab for his pants. He pretty much lives in joggers, and I can dive right into the elastic.
He smashes his lips into mine again and pinches my nipple, but that doesn’t distract me from the absolute handful I pull out of his pants. He groans at my exploratory stroke, the sound pulsing when I go back down to run my palm over his balls.
He nuzzles at my throat just so he can murmur, “Such a good whoreyou are.”
“Fuck me,” I whimper, praying he’ll never ask about why that word works so well on me.
He reaches under my skirt and tugs my panties down. Two fingers go right into me, not the greatest of foreplay, but I know what this is. It’s going to be hot and fast, and he’s probably going to blow his load two pumps in, and I’m not even going to care.
Last night, all he did was jerk off in the shower, and he still cuddled me the rest of the night. If I let him come inside me, he’s probably not going to let me go for hours. He’s going to be sweet and gooey, and if we’re lucky, Donovan will stick to his schedule well enough that at some point tonight, Blaise will have another chance, and he’ll fuck the life out of me.
That’s what I want. All of it. I want him to love me, if just for tonight.
So I do my best to hide my discomfort over those two fingers, turning my wince into a whimper of pleasure. The doc cleared me two weeks ago, but everything’s sensitive. I’m ready for this; I just gotta power through it.
And then Blaise is going to hold me. He’s going to take care of me. He’s going to like me. It’ll be worth it.
He works his fingers in and out, unable to do anything without a cruel comment. “Did that guy have a tiny dick, or is he so pathetic even a whore like you rejects him?”
I throw my arms around Blaise’s neck, as much to get myself closer to his cock as to steel myself to lecture despite his torment. “Emerson’s a good man,” I bite out as clearly as I can, but Blaise grabs me from under my thighs to hoist me up. “He’s a friend.”
“Not anymore,” he snorts, turning with me clinging to him and strolling right past the bed.
“Didn’t be shitty. You’re better than that.”
He smacks my ass lightly as he sets me down on my workbench, thankfully cleared since I gave Emerson some projects. He splits my legs and again fingers me roughly, but I’m ready for it this time. “Say that again after I’ve destroyed this pussy. This is all you are to me, you got that? And I’m going to wreck you. Because you’re just a cunt.”
But his eyes are twinkling. He’s being playful with his words. So I’m not concerned when he grabs me by the neck, this time right over my windpipe, and squeezes carefully.
He leans in and whispers in my ear, “You’re sure you’re ready?”
It’s just words. It’s just a game. He’s crazy, but he’s a good man. A careful one.
I lean right into that hand so I can kiss him.
He holds the kiss and the fingers in my pussy, but he releases my throat to dig into his duffel bag.
“Whatcha doing?”
“Condom.”
“Oh, we don’t need that yet, right? I mean, my cycle hasn’t started back up yet, so—”
He doesn’t even let me finish before he flips me roughly, bending me over the bench and spanking my ass hard.
“Blaise!”
“Why are you fucking like this?” he snarls, spanking my ass again.
