He’s not asking about preferences. He's asking for permission, he's asking me to tell him where the line is so he can take me right up to it and hold me there.
"Until I tell you to stop," I say.
His pupils blow wide. His hands drop from my face to my hips, and he spins me around and pushes me face-down onto the bed. My palms hit the mattress, and my knees hit the edge, and his hand is in my hair, gathering it, wrapping it around his fist, pulling my head back just far enough that my spine arches and my throat is exposed.
"If you want me to stop, you say the word," he says against my ear. His voice is rasping and nothing at all like the charming asshole who brings me coffee in the morning. "Any fruit that pops into your head and I'll stop."
"I don't want you to stop."
"Good."
He bites my neck. His teeth sink into the muscle where my shoulder meets my throat and the pain is burning a path through me, and I moan loud enough that the sound surprises me. His hand tightens in my hair. His hips press against my ass, and I can feel him, hard and thick through his jeans, and my body pushes back against him on instinct, grinding, wanting, needing the friction so badly I could scream.
He reaches around me and pulls my shirt over my head. Unhooks my bra with one hand and throws both somewhere on the floor. His hands are on my ribs, my stomach, sliding up to my tits, and he cups them rough, thumbs dragging across my nipples, and I arch into his palms and the sound that comes out of me is not a word.
"Fuck, you're perfect," he says against my shoulder. "Fucking perfect."
"Less talking."
"I’ll talk all I want, vixen, I’m the boss here."
I push back against him hard enough that he grunts. His hands drop to my jeans, undoing the button and the zipper and pulling them down my hips along with my underwear in one motion that leaves me naked and bent over his bed and I have never in my fucking pathetic life been this turned on.
His hand slides between my thighs from behind. His fingers find me wet, soaked, embarrassingly ready, and the groan that comes out of him vibrates against my back.
"Jesus Christ, Savannah."
"I said less talking."
He pushes two fingers inside me, and I stop being able to form sentences. His hand in my hair holds my head back, his other hand works between my legs, and his fingers curl inside me and find the spot that makes my vision go white. I grip the sheets and my knees buckle and he holds me up by my hair and fucks me with his hand while I make sounds I don't recognize as my own voice.
"Oh, baby," he says. "Such a needy, greedy little pussy."
"Harder."
He gives me harder. His fingers drive in deep, his thumb presses against my clit, and the dual pressure builds so fast I can't keep up with it. My body is shaking and the sheets are twisted in my fists, and his mouth is on my neck, teeth and tongue, biting and soothing and biting again. I come with his name ending on a moan, his fingers buried inside me and his hand in my hair pulling tight enough that everything crashes together.
He doesn't let me come down. He pulls his fingers out and I hear his belt, the buckle, the zipper, the rustle of fabric, and then the head of his cock presses against me from behind and he pauses.
"Say yes," he demands.
"Yes. Fuck, yes."
He pushes in.
The stretch is slow and full and relentless, and I bury my face in the mattress and grab the sheets and the sound I make is guttural. Animalistic and needy. He's big. I knew he would be, I felt him through his jeans enough times, but knowing and feeling are different things and feeling him fill me inch by inch is an experience that rewires my fucking brain.
I’ll never want another dick after this.
He bottoms out and holds still. His hand releases my hair, and both palms flatten on the mattress beside my head, caging me, his chest pressed against my back, his mouth at my ear.
"You okay?" he asks, and I can hear the grin
"If you don't move in the next two seconds I swear to God, I’ll bite the head off that perfect cock."
He moves. “Good luck fitting your mouth around it well enough to bite down.”
Pompous prick.
