“I know,” I whispered with a subtle bite of my lip. “I want it too.” While I thought I was only telling him what he wanted to hear, I couldn’t deny the confused tingle of pressure between my legs. His rough, demanding touch almost excited me.
Anthony laughed humorlessly. “Nice try.”
His scent wrapped me in an embrace, and I breathed it in. He smelled like a friend, like someone I had curled up with in bed. I tried to remember how long that smellhad been a part of my home. How many times he’d been in the same house, the same room as me. The thought oddly exhilarated me, and the fear only fueled the heat between my legs.
His hand climbed my thighs and pulled my panties aside. He rubbed his fingers between my legs. “Oh, you are soaked,” he said as he pulled his hand away and put his fingers into his mouth. He pulled them out, rubbed them on my lips, and brushed my hair away from my face. “I’m going to take a step back so you can take off your dress. Don’t be stupid, Zoey. Please don’t make me do something Ireallydon’t want to do to you.” He placed his lips beside my ear. “If I have to kill you, I’ll fuck every hole, including the ones I make.”
I swallowed hard as he took a step back. Closing my eyes, I allowed my dress to drop to the ground, and he kicked it away as soon as I stepped out of it.
My heart pounded against my chest, and the sound it created in my ears deafened me to all other noise in the room. I had no choice but to play his game.
He fisted my hair and dragged me toward the bed. I didn’t fight his grip as he threw me onto my back. “I don’t need to tie you up, do I?” he asked as he stroked my hair. I shook my head. “Good girl,” he whispered.
Anthony unzipped his hoodie and tossed it aside. My eyes wandered over his taut muscles and the tattoos covering his chest as he unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans.
“I want you so goddamn bad.” He leaned over and slid my panties down my thighs, making me shiver. “God, you’re perfect,” he groaned as he drew a deep breath atthe sight of my pussy. “Take off your bra.” He gestured toward the last piece of material covering my body, and I reached back and unclipped it, sliding it down my arms. I covered my chest with my arms, but he batted them away. “Don’t be shy. I’ve seen it all.”
He pulled me toward the edge of the bed by my thighs. His hands raced down my sides, gripping my ass. “I’ve seen you getting fucked, Zoey. I’ve seen men do what I want to do to you. It’s been torture.” He pulled his boxers down and rubbed his cock between my legs. “It doesn’t matter now, though. I’ll claim your pussy. No one else will ever be able to have you,” he whispered before he licked the skin between my breasts. His mouth moved to my nipple and his teeth closed around it, making me flinch. “I want to cause you pain and pleasure.” Anthony grabbed his cock and pushed it inside me with a groan that said he needed my pussy more than he needed air. “I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t want another man.”
He drove his hips into me, fucking me hard and slow at the same time. Each rhythmic, driven thrust went so deep it hurt, yet it made me bite back a moan. I felt guilty for liking it, for wanting more.
His hands never left my skin. He touched every inch of me with fingertips that starved for me. He leaned over and kissed me, biting my lip as he pulled away. “Fuck. I won’t last long with you,” he said with a hint of sadness. “If I knew I’d be able to have you, I would have been better prepared.” He sighed and squeezed the base of his cock as he thrust.
I let my moans escape as he sat up on his hands andpounded me harder and faster. I almost wanted him to slow down so I could feel him longer.How sick.I watched his full lips loosen as low moans rolled past them. His features were so goddamn handsome and rugged, and his cheeks dimpled when he smirked down at me. His amber eyes were intoxicating, causing a clash between my fear and excitement. I reached out and grabbed his sides to hold myself beneath him. He growled as he leaned over, and I felt his weight pressed against me. His hand raced down my sides and grabbed my ass once more. His moan was deep as he came, the slowing of his thrusts leaving me longing for more.
He groaned against my neck before he climbed off and dropped to his knees. He wrapped his hands around my thighs and held me in front of him. His warm breath rolled over my swollen, excited clit, and he buried his face between my legs, licking me as if it wasn’t only his hands that had been starving. He’d longed to taste me, and he didn't care that his come was dripping from me. With long strokes of his tongue, he lapped at my wetness, taking every drop of himself with it.
His tongue flicked against my clit and his hands squeezed my hips until my thighs trembled. “I know those moans, Zoey. I know when you're getting close.” He growled as he curled his tongue along my clit, burying his face in my pussy as he devoured me.
I gripped his hair as he pushed me over the edge, making me come. I felt guilt and shame for the earth-shattering orgasm he created.
He stood, wiped his mouth, and crawled over me. “You’re mine.”
My body trembled from the intense orgasm I’d given myself, but a pang of guilt carried over from my fantasy and filled my gut. I shouldn’t have come from that—the force and the fear—but the character jumped from the page and into my mind to fuck me senseless. And it wasn’t my husband. It was never my husband.
I climbed out of bed and slipped on a pair of fuzzy house shoes. The sound of the door creaking open startled me.
Michael peered into the room. “Someone was busy,” he said with a sly grin.
“What do you mean?” I asked with the straightest face I could muster.
“I could hear you moaning from out here.”
Oh god, no. In that fantasy state of mind, when I could feel every touch, smell every scent, and hear every filthy word coming from the mouths of those men, I could onlytryto control what I was doing in my real-world body, but I clearly failed that time.
“I...” My cheeks flushed with heat, embarrassed that he’d heard me getting myself off. It was an undeniable need, and I was struggling to keep it in my fantasies any longer. Michael would never fuck me like any of those men, and Ineededto be fucked like that.
“It’s fine, babe,” he said as he walked closer, wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me against him. I felt how hard he was beneath his sweatpants.
I bit my lip before dropping to my knees and pulling his pants down. I exposed the beautiful, familiar cock Ifell in love with. The one I knew could do so much more to me than it did. I rubbed my hand along the length of him. Yes, he could dosomuch more with that.
I took him into my mouth, and he gripped my hair with a gentle hand. There was no roughness in his grasp. No pain against my scalp. I craved that. I wanted to feel his intense need to shove himself down my throat. There was no rush or uncontrollable thrusts of his hips. No hunger. He merely dropped his head back with a small groan.
I took him to the back of my throat and gagged, creating the sloppy, wet mess that men usually craved. They wanted to see the drool slipping from your lips and down your chin. They loved to know their big cock made you choke. Michael was indifferent to this, although I knew I was making him feel good. He guided my head a bit faster, so I knew he was chasing his pleasure. He deserved it since my panties were soaked with my own come.
“Where do you want me to come?” he asked.
I pulled away from him. “Anywhere you want.”
