He stood, pulling my pants off as he got to his feet. His fingers ghosted over my panties which were already soaked. His smile was more of a cocky smirk like he knew that he was the one that had made them that way.
Before I could say anything, his finger slipped in between my panties and my heated sex. His thick knuckle brushed against my clit and I sucked in a sharp breath. Oh, how I wanted him to touch me more there.
Only he didn’t.
He pulled my panties down my legs so slowly that I wanted to scream. His eyes never left mine and I couldn’t seem to look away no matter how shaky I felt.
He dropped his leather vest then reached behind his head, his biceps bulging as he pulled his shirt off. That smirk was back as he reached for his belt. I ignored it as I focused on his fingers as they nimbly unbuckled his belt and then undid his pants. There wasn’t a moment of hesitation as he pushed his pants down. His huge erection was apparent as it pressed against his black boxer-briefs.
“Like what you see, princess?” he asked in a cocky tone and my eyes shot up to his.
I was honest to God, speechless.
“You’ll never forget me,” he said as he kicked off his boots and pants, and then rid his boxer-briefs in like the blink of an eye.
Oh, I didn’t doubt it.
He was huge. Like massive. And I started to fear for my woman parts right now. But I also craved to feel how he would take me. How he would ruin me. Because there was no doubt in my mind that things would never look the same after this.
He tore open a condom. I hadn’t even seen him grab it from… wherever. Then he rolled it down his length like he had all the time in the world. I watched with a shocked fascination. He was glorious all over, that was for sure.
“Now,” I said as I parted my legs and practically begged him to take me.
“Yes, my Queen,” he said and covered my body once again.
His hands were in my hair. His mouth was on mine. His hardness was pressing against the place that ached for him.
He held himself still, hovering there while my juices began to pool and run downward. I was sure that I was going to soak the comforter. For once I didn’t think about how much it would cost to clean it. Or how much it had been, to begin with. I didn’t even think about the mess I was about to make all over it.
I whined and mewled and clawed at his firm back as I waited for him to give me what I needed. What I desperately wanted.
His hands slapped down on the outside of my thighs. He pulled my legs up somehow still managing to hold his body off of me enough not to crush my small frame.
With restraint, he pushed into me. I broke away from his mouth to set the caged moan free. It echoed off the walls and rang in my ears long after it had slipped from my throat.
It felt like he was splitting me open, but in the most delectable way. I needed to feel more of him. I wanted him to fill me up like I had never been before.
And he did, pushing into me fully and causing me to moan shamelessly again.
“Damn,” he whispered against my neck.
One word and I could tell that he had lost all of his control.
His hips pulled away from me and I whimpered. But he didn’t let me go empty for long. The slam of his pelvis hitting me filled the silence. Again and again. He pounded into me like a man on a mission. Like a man chasing something desperately. I was just as in need of the same thing.
It crawled up my core slowly. The burning turned into a tingling. The tingling turned into a thumping vibration. Heat shot through my whole body. I clung to him, digging my nails into his back and wrapping my legs around his waist tighter.
“Bryan,” I panted out. Maybe even more than once.
“Come for me. I need to feel you soak my cock.”
His words, filthy and crude, were what sent me over the edge. My nails raked down his back and I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had drawn blood. I tried to fight it off. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction that he had gotten me off so quickly, but there was no way I could. I shuddered and shook and trembled as I clamped down around him to the point he had to push harder to continue thrusting into me.
“Oh, God!” I cried out. “Bryan!”
“That’s it, my Queen,” he said then kissed me hard before I could even scoff at his words.
His fingers dug into my thighs. I knew I would have visible blue bruises on my pale skin come morning but I didn’t care at all.
