“I want you to be raw and unfiltered and real.” I inch forward and take his lips with mine. “I’ve only ever known the gentleman. The sweet, kind, selfless version of you.” I latch on to his tongue and hum. “I want you without chains. Without restraint.”
“I want you to be okay when it’s done,” he growls, pushing up to his knees and playing with my nipple between his fingers. “If my options are one wild, no-holds-barred night with you, or a hundred nights where I have to tamp down on what I need, then I’ll take the latter.”
“Funny. I don’t remember putting a limit on us. Personally, I choose the hundred nights where you take what you need and leave me hurting a little bit.” Smirking, I fist my panties and place them in front of his mouth, tapping his lips and vibrating as he opens wide. Then I stuff them in and inch off the edge of the bed. I drop straight onto his lap—straight onto his cock—and choke through the shock and pain of his thick, hard dickstretching me wider than his three fingers ever did. “God!” I throw my head back and cry. Tears fill my eyes and threaten to make me look a fool, and pain radiates through my core and into my belly. But pleasure comes right after. Delicious ecstasy hits me like waves, replacing the pain with belly-flipping exhilaration. With euphoria. With another orgasm that holds me captive and makes me wonder, if only for a moment, if I might simply explode.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, crushing my chest to his and burying my face in his hair. And since I’m on top, I ride. I flex my thighs and lift until the slide of his cock inside my pussy is like lighting a fire. His hands grip my hips, squeezing almost as hard as my body squeezes his dick, and his fingertips, I’m certain of it, mark my skin.
“Fuck.” I thrill in the stretch. The warmth. I luxuriate in how deliciously thick he is, and how perfectly we fit together.
“Jesus.” He spits my panties to the floor and takes my nipple between his lips instead. “You feel like Heaven, Rose. I’ve imagined this so. Many. Fucking. Times.”
I roll my hips slowly, deliberately to ensure I feel every inch. Every bump. Every vein.
“You’re going to be the end of me,” he rasps, biting my nipple and suckling until I fear I might explode. I might die in his arms, the way William Shakespeare wrote Juliet’s death. “You’re everything I told myself I couldn’t have. But here you are.”
“Yours to take.” I whimper, panting and clinging to him.
“You’re doing so good.” He looks down to where we meet, where his cock stretches me wide and my cream comes out to soak us both. “So fucking greedy, Rose. So wet and delicious.” He brings his gaze up to mine. “You want more?”
“Yes.” I nod, feverish and eager. “Yes, please.”
He flips me backwards, shoving high on his knees and guiding me until my back hits the mattress, but his cock remains seated deep inside me. Then he grabs my thighs and yanks me closer, dragging me in until my butt hangs off the edge of the bed. Finally, he thrusts forward and fills me to bursting, punishingly painful, his rocks fast enough to light a fire. “Is this it, Rose?” He strikes a rhythm that makes me cry out. “You need me to ride you like a fuckin’ animal?”
“Yes.” I reach back and hold the frame of the bed, bracing my body and receiving his thick cock with every thrust. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he growls, moving faster. Rougher. Meaner. “I can’t. Not till you come undone, wrapped around me.”
I explode on a scream, shattering until stars dance in my vision, and my breath catches in my throat. Then he pushes my legs up, pinning myknees to my chest and rubbing furious circles with his thumb around my clit. And still, I come. I cream until I hear the moisture between us. I cling to the mattress and squirt, knowing his eyes are on me, his intense study is why I come so damn hard.
And still, he keeps going.
“I’m gonna come, Rose.” He rides me with controlled, constant strokes. With fierce determination. “I’m not wearing a condom.”
My eyes snap open, his words like a cold, hard slap in the face. But I’m lost to him. Desperate for him. Dying for him.
“Risk it,” I decide. “Please. I don’t want you to stop.”
“Inside you?” He groans, dragging my legs back and setting my feet on the floor. Leaning over me, he nips at my hipbone. My belly. My nipple. “You sure?”
“I’m sure.” I come again, a prisoner to the pleasure he brings me. A willing victim to whatever,however,he wants to use my body. “It’s not done until I feel all of you.”
That’s all it takes.
He throws his head back and snarls toward the ceiling, fiery hot cum bursting from his cock and filling me until it squeezes back out again. His hips jerk, his chest burns red. But his eyes, they adore. They worship. He juts forward again. Again. Again, milking himself of every last drop. And when that’s not enough, he yanks me over the mattress and lays his head between my breasts.
His heart pounds against my belly. His arms dig under my back, hugging me impossibly close. Together, we pant. We sweat. We exist in a world where the only sound is the gentle breeze outside and the frantic inhalation of air in here.
And this is how we stay. For a few minutes, at least. An eternity, maybe. My lips curl into a goofy, silly grin, and now that we’re still and my body grows cold, I fold my legs around his hips, touching him from head to toe.
“That was not how I planned for this to go.” His voice comes out hoarse. Raspy and delicious. “I delivered less finesse than a wild stallion mounting a broodmare.” Shuddering, he carefully pushes up and searches my eyes. “I could’ve done better.”
I choke out a loud, peeling laugh and bounce on the mattress. “I have no complaints.”
“You ruined me.” His lips curl. Smug. “I liked it.”
“Guess I’m glad I told you about my dream now.”
“Yeah?” He manhandles me, tugging his arms out from beneath my back and picking me up like I weigh nothing at all. Turning us andcrawling onto the bed, he pulls me over his chest and lays his head on my pillow. “Did I live up to the dream?”
