He tilts his head, adding another finger, and moves them slowly in and out as he continues to hold my gaze.
“I want you to fuck me like we don’t have tomorrow,” I whisper.
A flash of sadness crosses over his eyes. That wasn’t the response I meant to elicit. “Hey. We’re together now. It’s okay.” I reach up and pull him toward me with my hand on his neck, and our mouths meet in a slow kiss that makes my chest ache.
He rests his forehead against mine after a moment, and then he leans back and looks down at me, his eyes full of heat and lust again.
“Fuck you like there’s no tomorrow, huh?” He leans down, placing a few kisses along my inner thighs and then finally a few at my center, making my entire body twitch with impatient anticipation, before pulling back again. “Your wish is my command, princess.”
I eye his hard length as he holds it in his grip, the tip already leaking a drop or two.
“Say it one more time.” He smirks, the veins in his forearms on full display.
I blush for a moment, not used to talking this way, but with one look in his eyes he eases all of my worries. “I want you buried so far inside me that I forget, just for a little bit…”
“Forget what?” His smirk is replaced with one of concern.
“Everything,” I whisper. I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to be consumed by him.
A look of understanding settles over him. He leans down to place another gentle kiss against my lips, and then he pulls back just a hair, whispering against my lips. “Then that’s what I’ll give you, love.”
He stands up, his thick, muscular thighs catching my attention as he eyes me with a grin.
Then he flips me over with one easy motion, pulling me back at the hips so my ass in the air.
“Fuck,” he breathes. Then releases a dark chuckle.
I twist my head to look back and find his heated gaze directly at my center.
“Grab the frame.”
“What?”
“You said you want it deep, right?”
I swallow, feeling my desire for him dripping down my leg. I want him desperately. “Yes,” I whisper.
He jerks his head toward the wooden frame of the bed again, so I get up on my knees and do as he commands.
I feel his large hands grip my waist, pulling my ass out more and pushing my lower back down so I’m in an arched position.
The sting of his hand against my ass cheek makes me gasp, but then I smile, wanting more.
“Perfect,” he mutters. “Fucking perfect.”
I squirm a little, the anticipation making me desperate, the intense need for him to fill me making me unable to think straight. I feel him move closer as his left arm wraps around my waist. His other hand lands beside mine,grabbing on for leverage. I feel him line himself up as he leans in, whispering against my ear. “Tell me if I’m too much, love.”
Shivers run through me as I nod, and I feel the hot tip of him press against my entrance. But he doesn’t move yet. Instead, he runs his hand slowly down my spine, all the way to my ass, and then squeezes with both hands, keeping his head lined up with me. I try to push back against his tip, but he stops me with a dark chuckle.
“I thought you said whatever I want?”
“Okay. Fine. I was just enjoying this perfect view,” he says as he lightly slaps each of my ass cheeks with his hands, then grabs on again. His fingers curl around my hips, and my breathing becomes desperate.
“Daegan,” I moan in frustration.
At last, he pushes into me, stealing my breath as he fills me with a delicious hint of pain. Not all the way, though. He has a lot more to give. He pulls out, then slams into me again. This time all the way. He’s buried so deep inside of me, stretching me out, I see stars.
He pulls out again, then slams back into me, picking up his speed. It remains deep and rough, but now he’s going faster, my breath hitching with every thrust.
