He thinks he has to make me crazy to accept this. I know he’s trying to get me to beg more. But here’s the thing: two can play at the teasing game.
He’s licked me until I’m mindless, but I rally my thoughts. I want him feral. I want him as undone as I am.
“Just here?” I writhe, arching my hips to indicate my belly. “Would you like to see me swollen with your child?”
And it’s his turn to grit his teeth and moan.
“Tell me you’d like to have me pregnant with your baby.” I push my shoulders into the mattress, offering up my breasts. “These would get all big and milky, too.”
“Little fucking tease,” he says hoarsely, taking me in with his hungry gaze.
I smile. “It’ll work. Everyone will know I’m yours when I’m swollen and pregnant. When I give birth to a boy with dark hair and pale-blue eyes.”
He groans and strokes his cock faster. The tip is reddening, and I swear it’s bigger now.
“Would you like to suck my nipples then?”
I think I shocked him because he stops abruptly. I certainly just surprised myself. And for a full second, I’m scared I’ve made a miscalculation.
Then Zane grins. “Oh yes. There’s nothing that will make me want you less. I’ll steal a bit of milk from my infant, and fuck you until I have to put my hand over your mouth so you don’t wake the baby as you scream in pleasure. I’ll love and want you until the end of time, Willow.”
My breasts tingle with anticipation. I believe him.
“Fuck me as you’re meant to, Zane.”
He rises up, and is on top of me in a second, fully clothed in contrast to my bared skin and ferocious, burning intensity that I want to have all over me. The slide of his shirt on my skin is a heated reminder of how he has power over me. I’m happy to hand over control because I trust him completely to give me what I didn’t even know I needed.
I thought I wanted the freedom to choose. Turns out, it was love that was missing.
Then he lowers his head, and I get a glimpse of his wicked smile before he gets one of my nipples between his teeth and tugs mercilessly.
He doesn’t kiss my breasts, he devours them. Just as when he was licking my pussy, he eats me whole. It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced as he bites first one nipple then the other. It sends a bolt of arousal right down my torso.
I’m so overwhelmed by how he’s worshipping my breasts, I barely notice him nudging my legs apart where they’ve fallen together. I’m writhing with pure desire, unable to do anything but lie and take what he gives me. And it borders on pain, it’s so good, but every time he sucks too hard, he gentles up when I cry out. I’m so wound up. Despite all my fine thoughts about teasing him, Zane is utterly in control, his big body holding me down and the sting of his tie around my wrists.
I look at him, and blink as I notice the pink-red of a bruise on the swell of my breast.
“Fuck.” He lets out a rumbling growl as he presses his lips to my skin again, then rears up. “You’re so sexy. I can’t wait any longer.”
“You don’t need to. Take me,” I urge him.
He drags his shirt over his head and there’s a rip as he takes the cuffs over his wrists, then shoving his trousers and underwear down in one and kicking off the whole lot without moving away from me. As though he needs us to be close as much as I do.
His cock is leaking pre-come, a white bead at the tip and dribbling down the curved head. My mouth waters.
I half want him to straddle me and feed me his cock right here, between my lips, and fuck my throat. But I need him between my legs more.
There’s no ceremony as my tattooed and scar-covered lover—the kingpin of Bethnal Green—falls over me. He’s so big in every way, and I’m tiny beneath him. The contrast of his patterned skin, with the roughness of the hair that trails down his middle, compared to my plainness sends an unexpected shudder of desire down my spine.
And that cock. I gasp as the hot, silky-smooth head of him touches my folds then nudges forward. I wish I could hold him to me, but equally I like that I only have one thing to focus on. All I have to do is accept him.
“I’m going to take your virginity now,” he rasps. He’s on his elbows, and shifts his hand to caress the side of my neck, running his palm up to my jaw, then over my lips. It’s a shock when he slides two fingers into my mouth, so intimate even compared to our nakedness.
“Little bunny, bite down when I hurt you. I want to share every bit of pain, because fuck, I know your tight, wet, hot little pussy is going to be my heaven. Made for my pleasure.”
He pushes into me.
I make mewling sounds like a wounded animal as he forces my body to accept his fat dick.
