“I…” I wet my lips, squirming under him. How can one look both set me ablaze and freeze at the same time? “Yes. I do.”
If I thought he was angry before, it’s nothing compared to now. “Well, you’ve come to the right whore then.”
Without another word, my leggings are being ripped down my thighs and discarded on the floor along with our shirts. My panties are nothing to write home about, but his eyes flare when he sees a sizable wet stain from what he did to me only minutes ago.
When he cages me in again, there’s a new challenge on his face. Like he’s waiting for me to tell him to stop. Like hewantsme to, but doesn’t at the same time.
“How rough do you want it, princess?” he asks, lowering himself down and rolling his hips into me. He’s still half-dressed, but the front of his jeans is obviously tented with an erection that looks…
I gulp at the size. I’d seen part of him at the animal shelter. He’d held his cock as he came, but his hand took up most of it. He was…big. Bigger than I would have imagined.
“Since you’ve done this before,” he goads, “surely you can handle me. Right?”
He’s baiting me. Intimidating me.
I suck in a breath and meet his eyes. “Yes,” I lie as smoothly as possible, hoping the shake in my voice isn’t evident. “You can be as rough as you want to be, Moskins.”
“It’s Thomas to you,” he growls, his mouth so close to mine that I think he may break his promise.
He wants to kiss me, I realize.
But he’s teetering on that line of self-control.
He reaches down between us, and I hear the metallic sound of a zipper being pulled down before his jeans slide down his hips until he’s out.
And when I look down—
“Oh my God,” I whisper, staring at the silver piercing on his shaft.
He wraps a hand around himself and strokes his dick. “Do you like what you see? Women have told me it feels good when it’s inside them. You think you’d want that?”
I can’t stop staring as he continues to move his hand from base to hilt, watching as precum slides down and coats his hand. “You…” I’m at a loss for words, and I hear the faintest chuckle at my speechlessness.
“Did you change your mind?”
That’s the problem.
I haven’t.
No matter how many times he offers me an out, I’m in this. I want this. More than anything.
I reach out and drag the pad of my thumb over his tip and watch him shiver at the sensation. I gather the cum and wipe itjust under the head and over the piercing until a sound escapes him that sounds like a whispered prayer.
He closes his eyes as I experiment with the silky-smooth skin covering hard steel before brushing against the piercing. “Did it hurt?” I ask breathlessly.
His only response comes out choppy as I play with it. “It was worth it.”
I swallow, peeking up at him through my lashes. “I want to feel it. Like them.”
Those stormy eyes cloud over at the mention of the women who came before me. Since when does he not like talking about it? He’s never been ashamed of his past or what he’s done. Why now? Why be angry about something he’s never seemed apologetic for?
“Is that so?” he says, moving my hand away and pinning it to the cushion. “How much do you think you can take before asking me to stop? Do you think I’ll fit in your tight, little cunt?”
My free hand grasps his biceps. “Y-yes.”
His teeth bite down on my neck, harder than before. If he’s not careful, he’ll leave marks everywhere, and I’ll have to go to work covered in makeup and a turtleneck. “I guess we’ll see,” he says, before the tip of him nudges my entrance and sinks in.
Another drawn-out curse comes from him as he stops only a fraction inside me. It’s a whisper against my skin as he tightens his hold against the wrist still pinned to my side.
