He braces his hands more firmly on the edge of the sofa, preventing me from pulling him closer. “Are you sure?”
I groan in frustration, leaning back on one elbow as I lift a foot from the floor and hook it on the back of his thigh. “You’re clean. We’re good.”
First, he starts to close the distance between us, but then he freezes, his eyes narrowing. “That’s a big assumption for someone who constantly insinuates I’m a fucking man-whore.”
“Even if you were before,” I reply breathlessly, rocking my hips in an invitation for him to stick his dick in me. “Your recent tests were good, so let's get on with it.”
He moves both his hands to my hips, holding me steady as he presses the tip of his cock against my wet opening. But then he stops, his furious eyes boring into mine as he snarls, “You got a look at my test results?”
I grunt, not bothering to reply, annoyed that I was stupid enough to mention it. But that’s what being horny does to you. It makes you stupid.
He pushes in a couple of inches, leaning his upper body even closer. “Why would you need to know that?”
I sigh loudly, my other foot moving up to hook around the back of his thigh, my hands moving to his lower back as I urge him in deeper. He flexes his hips just enough to give me a small taste, and then he stops. “Answer my fucking question, and I’ll give you what you want.”
I practically shriek in frustration, my hands releasing his back and hitting the sofa's cushions somewhat violently. “Because, obviously, I couldn’t proposition you if you were a disease-ridden low-life.”
His glare intensifies, and I can tell from the furious expression on his face that he’s considering backing out. But his cock is still hard between my legs, so I rotate my hips, enjoying the slight slide of my pussy where he’s inside me.
He remains quiet, obviously having an internal war with himself, and so after a moment, I say, “This seems kind of irrelevant at this point, but if you’re that bothered by it, we can happily discuss it later. I’ll even apologize and grovel a little if it’ll help.”
He squints at me, his hips flexing as he slides another inch inside. “You’ll grovel, huh?”
“Sure,” I choke out. “Whatever you want.”
“How about you fucking beg. Right here, right now. Beg me to fuck you.”
The ridiculously stubborn part of me wants me to tell him to go fuck himself. But my throbbing pussy begs otherwise, and since I’ve never been this horny in my entire life, I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let a little stubbornness stand between me and what will hopefully be the best dicking of my life.
My hands move back to his sides, sliding under his shirt, my fingernails digging into his skin. “Please.”
His eyes close as my nails dig deeper into his skin. “Please, what?”
“Please fuck me. Use that big fucking dick for some good and make me come so hard I’m feeling it for days.”
His hands on my hips tighten, and without further provocation, he pulls me close as he pushes forward, driving himself into my cunt until his balls slap against my ass.
He immediately pulls back, his hands holding me steady as he shoves back in, only to immediately pull out and shove back in again. “I bet you’ve never had your guts rearranged like this. A dick so deep inside you, you can feel it in your fucking throat.”
I mean, he’s right, but I can’t let on, so I choke back a moan and retort, “Of course I have. I’ve been fucked so good so many times, good luck being memorable.”
“Oh, you little brat,” he grits out. “If that’s how you wanna fucking play it, that’s how we’ll play it.”
Without warning, he leans forward, wrapping an arm beneath me and yanking me bodily off the sofa. I screech in surprise, having briefly forgotten that his size and overall athleticism would put him on a different level than most men.
He moves us to the side, pulling me off of his dick and depositing me face down on the floor. Before I can get my bearings or even attempt to scramble up onto my hands and knees, he’s grabbed the front of my shirt, yanking it until the front comes up over my head, stretching along my shoulders, trapping my arms inside. He quickly maneuvers my hands so that they’re behind my back, and my shirt has become a modified straight jacket. “What the fuck, Ren? What are you doing?”
I crane my head around to look at him, and he’s kneeling there with his sweatpants down around his knees, the expression on his face that of a triumphant warrior. I bristle even as that pang of desire expands inside me. He yanks his shirt over his head, and I’m faced with that broad expanse of muscled chest and defined abs, immediately lessening my annoyance because he might be an asshole, but he’s a pretty fucking asshole.
He shifts from one leg to the other as he removes his sweatpants, and then he’s kneeling there, completely nude, his hard cock still wet from my pussy. He falls forward, blanketing my body with his, his dick nudging between my legs. I push my ass back against him, silently begging him to put it back inside me as his low chuckle reverberates against my ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, any memory you’ve ever had of another man will be permanently erased from your brain. Do you understand?” I nod, unsure of why he’s even asking me questions at this point, but then he adds, “The only word you need to remember right now isred. Do you understand?”
I frown and shake my head. “What?”
He leans down even closer, his nose rubbing against my ear, his lips against my earlobe. “Red, princess. If you want me to stop, you’ve gotta say red. Do you understand?”
Again, I frown, having some idea of what he’s talking about, but at the same time, feeling completely blinded by my own lust. He eases his weight off of me, and I look back as he hooks an arm beneath my hips and yanks me so I’m up on my knees with my ass in the air, legs spread wide. Then there’s a sharp sting as his hand connects with my ass cheek, and I yelp in surprise. His eyes meet mine, and he asks, “Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head and whisper, “No. No, don’t stop.”
