I started to nod, maybe even beg, but his fingers bit into my jaw. “Actions, not words.”
I held still, eyes already watering, mind already buzzing, until he released me completely and shoved the fabric around his hips down to his knees. My heart thundered against my ribs as I stared, nearly knocked back by the virility he exuded.
A massive black tattoo covered his right thigh, the abstract design so large it disappeared into his pants just above his knee. Something about it screamed power, the way it dominated the entire front of his leg and wrapped around the back.I loved the way it molded to his thick muscle like dark, impenetrable armor. The need to touch every inch, learn every line, was overwhelming, but it still could not compete with his magnificent dick.
I’d never used that word before, but it had never applied to anything in my entire life until now.
Thick, veiny, and long, Kieran’s cock stood out from his body, so rigid it didn’t curve at all. The taut skin was almost glossy, and I knew it was going to be like silk against my tongue. His head was fat, almost angry, and I imagined how it would feel driving through my rim, forcing me wide.
Rising to the full height I could attain while still on my knees, I shuffled forward, ready to suffocate on dick.
“Hazard.”
I acknowledged his voice with a sound, unable to do anything more.
I leaned in, and he took hold of his shaft, swiping the leaking slit over my lips, smearing me with pre-release. His skin was burning hot and so alive. I swear I felt his pulse right there in his tip.
Panting, I parted my lips and swayed in, but he pulled it away.
I whimpered and followed.
“Hazard.”
The hard edge to his voice gave me pause, and I looked up.
“Innocent doll,” he crooned, caressing my cheek with the pad of his thumb. “I can’t hold back.”
I shook my head. I didn’t want him to. I wanted all of him. The entire storm that was Kieran Vaughn. Even if he ripped me apart and scattered the pieces, I would know sweet demolition.
“What’s your safe word?”
“I don’t need one,” I said, voice already raspy.
“Sugar.”
I nodded and swayed forward.
He caught my hair, the tug creating a zap of pain, just enough to make me coherent. “W-what?”
“Your safe word is sugar. Use it and this stops.”
I wouldn’t use it.
“If you can’t speak, tap my thigh three times.”
I nodded.
“Repeat it.”
I whined, impatient.
He brushed his head across my mouth. “Repeat. It.”
“Sugar. Three taps.”
“Good doll.”
He removed his hand from his shaft, giving me the go-ahead.
