“You’d do that for me?” I frown at him.
He laughs. “Sloan, I would do fucking everything for you, but this is somewhat egotistical.”
Fuck, I want this too.
He’s just about to open the condom packet when I announce, “I’m on birth control.”
He stops and looks at me with a brow raised. “What are you saying?”
Do I have to spell it out for him?
“We don’t need that,” I whisper, feeling myself blush.
Why is this conversation feeling so cringy? We’re fucking adults.
He throws the packet over his shoulder and crouches in front of me, grabbing my jaw.
“Do you trust me? I need you to trust me. I need you to believe me that I would never do anything to hurt you again or put you in danger before I fuck you bare.”
“North, shut up.” I saw the evidence, and I do trust him. I need fewer words and more of him inside me.
“Brat, are you going to behave for me?” he whispers against my lips, nipping my bottom one.
Electricity surges through my body, ready to burst, when North’s fingers reach between my legs for my panties, rubbing my clit through the fabric.
“Yes. I want to feel you come inside me,” I whisper, and he groans loudly before grabbing the waistband of my panties and pulling them off me with force.
He pushes my chest gently to make me lie down, perfectly aligned with the edge of the bed. He steps up to me, holding the back of my knees up to him.
His right hand reaches between us, and he lets his cock glide through my wetness, making me squirm beneath him. “I don’t even know if I’m going to put it in. I don’t know if you deserve my cock inside you,” he teases, stroking my clit with his head, making me tremble and gasp.
The pure need makes me clench around nothing, longing to be filled. My hips buck, and I squirm, trying to get closer and force North to sink inside me. But he’s not feeling rushed in the slightest, languidly spreading my wetness over his cock.
“North…” I whimper, panting slightly.
“Beg for it, baby,” he whispers, positioning himself at my entrance.
“Please, North, please fuck me.” I squirm, needing him more than my next breath. But he only pushes in slightly, giving me just the tip.
“Not good enough. I know you can beg more prettily than that,” he chides, pulling out and sliding through my lips before pressing in again, but only ever just the tip.
Not enough to fill me.
Not enough to stop the ache.
“I need you, North. I need you to fill me. I need your cock, please,” I beg like he wants, my heart pounding in my throat, a blush covering my chest and cheeks.
It feels dirty, but I fucking love it.
“Holy shit,” North rumbles, and he gives me an inch more, but it’s still not enough, and I’m done begging. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him into me, taking what I need and raising my hips to meet him, making us both gasp when he’s finally fully inside me.
“Fuck,” North curses while he leans down, resting his forehead on mine, and I can feel a sheen of sweat coating him. “So wet.”
“Fuck me,” I whisper back, and he lets out a short laugh before his demeanor changes, and he kisses me, bruising, hard, and all-consuming, until I’m shaking. A stuttering gasp rips out of my throat when he breaks the kiss.
He grips my thighs so good they dimple, and then he starts pounding into me. “Can you take it? Me fucking you the way I want? Take me like a good girl?” he asks through clenched teeth.
“Yes,” I whimper, loving being fucked like this, roughly, my tits bouncing up and down, and my eyes closed, gripping the sheets. My eyes snap open when North wraps an arm under me and lifts me off the bed without pulling out of me, only to resume fucking me, but slower this time.
