Not won’t.
Can’t.
I rise on the tips of my toes, our noses brushing as I whisper against his lips, “I can take anything you throw at me.”
His jaw clenches for a second, something dark burning in his irises, before he closes them and captures my mouth with his.
The kiss is savage. Hard and unyielding. Every swipe of his tongue is like a lash, a quiet warning of what’s coming, the demons that are haunting him, but I meet him there halfway, welcoming him with open arms.
I’m so lost in him, I don’t even register he let go of my wrists until he’s bending down, his palms gripping my ass and lifting me into his arms.
Breaking the kiss, I press my palm against his chest, my heart beating wildly as he carries me down the hallway and into our bedroom.
I slide down his body until my feet touch the floor. His fingers grip the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. I push my pants down, leaving me only in my lacy panties and bra.
I reach for him, but he takes a step back, his lips pressing together.
“On your knees.”
His tone is low and husky, sending a thrill down my spine. My pussy clenches, and my mouth goes dry.
Holding his gaze, I do as he ordered.
He takes me in with his dark gaze, appreciation and desire shining on his face.
“Undress me.”
I lift my hand, unbuttoning his jeans. The sound of the zipper lowering fills the quiet room before I slowly shove his pants and underwear down his muscled thighs, his cock jolting up.
Damn, he’s so freaking hard.
My tongue darts out, sliding over my lower lip. Matthew steps out of the pile of clothes, pushing it to the side without moving his gaze from me.
His fingers slip under my chin, coaxing my lips to part, before they slide to my nape, sinking into my hair.
“Open up.”
There’s an edge to his voice as he steps closer, the tip of his cock brushing against my lips.
I don’t need to be told twice. My lips part for him, tongue barely brushing against his tip before he thrusts his cock into my mouth.
Fuck.
I suck in a sharp breath through my nose, and my eyes turn watery at the sudden impact. I barely manage to get a grip as Matthew pulls back slightly before thrusting in again.
There is nothing pretty about it. There is just raw need, the desperation to lose himself in this moment. It’s primal and hard. He’s pushing my limits, taking what he needs.
Me.
I’m the one he needs.
And that realization makes pride swell in my chest.
I can taste the saltiness of his pre-cum on my tongue as he slowly pushes his cock into my mouth.
His fingers tighten around the back of my neck as he sinks deeper. His other hand leisurely grips the back of his shirt and pulls it off.
I grab his hips to steady myself. I have to focus on breathing through my nose as I wrap my lips around him while he fucks my mouth.
