“Do you want to stop?”
“Stop?” I cut him off. My stomach knots hearing the suggestion. “Gavin. I want you, now.” I stroke his cock up and down and pull him on top of me with my other hand, and cup the back of his head. I already miss his lips, and I’m not going anywhere until he finishes what he started. He secures his palms on either side of my face and settles in between my legs.
I am not a shallow person. I wouldn’t look at him like there’s something wrong with him for sustaining an injury he didn’t ask for. I know what it feels like to feel like there’s something wrong with you. And I definitely know it’s not the same, but this doesn’t change the way I feel about Gavin, and he needs to know that.
Thank fuck I don’t have to deal with that with my ex anymore. Because right now, Gavin is kissing and swiping his tongue over me, worshipping and grabbing my ass every chance he gets.
What the hell did I ever see in Liam, anyway? Why did I let him make me feel unworthy, not enough, and believe it?
Gavin is infinity times the man I never thought I could experience. He’s beautiful in every single way.
“Gavin, please. I need you inside me, now.” I moan as he pushes the tip in and out, teasing me. I need all of him right now.
“I’ve been dreaming about what you would taste like.” He runs two fingers up and down my slit before he pushes them in. He takes them out a second later as I arch my back. I look down to find him sucking his fingers. “And I was right. You taste like a dream, baby.”
He licks his way down and flicks my clit with his tongue, eliciting a moan. He pushes inside me, fucking me again ruthlessly as he leans over to his nightstand. I can’t focus anymore. I don’t care what he’s doing; he just can’t stop. I’m so close to finishing.
He’s lifting my arms together, slowing his pace. I feel a rough fabric around my wrists. They’re being bound together by a rope.
“You don’t get to go anywhere else tonight, darlin’. Your job is to be my dirty cocktease, taking it over and over again, until I’ve mesmerized every inch of your divine body.”
He squeezes until the rope is digging into my skin.
“What do you mean?” I ask with knitted brows.
He turns me to my side and then slides inside, slamming his hips against my ass. The force is so hard and unforgiving that the bed frame hits the wall.
Thrust.
“It means, you fall asleep, I’m fucking you awake.”
Thrust.
“It means I want to paint you with my cum.”
Thrust.
“Over.”
Another deep, mind-blowing thrust.
Another scream spilling out of my throat.
“And over.”
Thrust.
“Again.”
His hands wrap around my neck, and he squeezes, taking my breath away. He does it tactically, careful not to damage my throat, but enough so that he is in control of every breath I take. I love being controlled in the bedroom, just not out of it, and Gavin seems to understand when to separate the two. My blood is whooshing in my ears, my breasts bouncing with every hard, fast pump as our skin slaps every time we connect.
Then, he’s untying me. When my hands are free again, I go straight for his hair and pull him with one hand cupping the back of his head until his mouth is on mine.
“Touch yourself, darlin’. Touch yourself and show me what I’ve been missing. Show me how you get off while your eyes are on me,” he encourages as he kneads my breast. He’s choking me hard and roughly, and I’m loving every second.
I obey, circling my clit with my finger. We meet each other’s eyes, and he grins sinfully, darkly handsome.
Everything is chaotic, like he’s taking out his demons on my body, and I want to dance with them. He’s rough, carnal, and greedy, not even letting me take my eyes off him because he’s owning every inch that I am.
