I am so fucking hard. So hard and so desperate to be buried inside her. I try not to think of who she is. Of who this will hurt. Of how fucking selfish I’m being. I try to think of only her. What she wants. What she needs. For some reason, she chose me in that crazy head of hers, and I need to see this through.
I’ve gone too far already.
“Are you finally going to fuck me?” she asks breathlessly, pulling away to rest her head on the door.
I bite back a smile. “I don’t know, maybe you should finally try asking me nicely.”
Her tongue wets her swollen bottom lip. She reaches down to slide her open palm over my chest. Her expression is pure,shameless seduction. “Boston Black, will youpleasefuck me now?”
I smile, my dick moving to answer her before I can. “Well, since you asked so politely.”
I take her hand, guiding her to the bed. She crawls on top of it, already naked and ready for me. I hike my shirt off my body and fish my wallet out of my pocket for a condom before I get rid of my pants and briefs, too. Not once, not for even half a second, do I let my eyes leave her. I’m committing this to memory. Every second. Every blink. It’s ending in the morning, and I don’t want to forget a single thing.
Her eyes zero in on my cock as I climb onto the bed.
She blinks up at me. “How do you want me? From behind? You seem like a doggy guy.”
I shake my head with a scoff, trapping her between my hands. “You’re insane if you think the first time I fuck you, it won’t be while looking at you.”
Hate that I just insinuated this would happen again.
Her eyes light up. “Iknewyou thought I was pretty!”
“Pretty is a fucking understatement, sweetheart,” I grumble. Exquisite. Perfect. Intoxicating. Mesmerizing. All things greater and more damning than ‘pretty’. “Go on and show me my reward for my hard work.”
Her face transforms into something wicked. She slowly spreads her legs and I lean back on my knees, letting her show me and my dickexactlywhat we have to look forward to in the next few minutes. She’s soaked. Ready for me. Perfect. I pump myself in my hand as she spreads herself with her fingers.
A low groan leaves my throat. “Keep going.”
Her fingers explore the most sensitive parts of her, teaching me the best ways to touch her. She shows me what she likes without a single word, and despite the fact that it’ll end in this hotel room, I memorize it.
She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, her eyes locked on my hand.
“Put two inside,” I tell her. She listens—imagine that. I watch as she follows my demands. I dip my chin in approval, refusing to look at her face as I jerk myself off because I know how quickly it’ll send me over the edge. “Take them out and give them to me.”
Her eyes widen as I lean forward. I snatch her wrist, pulling her hand up to my mouth, and suck her fingers clean in one, swift motion.
Her mouth falls open.
“That is the hottest thing I have ever seen,” she whispers as my tongue drags along her fingers.
How the fuck am I supposed to quit her after this?How?
That’s a problem for tomorrow.
I drop her hand and position myself between her legs. I’ve had enough playing around. I need this. She’s wrong though—thisis the hottest thing either of us have ever seen. Me sliding into her. Our bodies working together in this way. My dick pushing inside her tight, wet—I groan when I’m fully seated, bracketing her hips with my hands.
She sucks in this little breath that sounds like it’s a cross between surprise and pain and my eyes snap up to her face.
“You okay?” I breathe, trying not to move.
She nods frantically, but the worry doesn’t ease. “You’re just…Give me a second.”
Shit.
I lean down, feeling the way her body is trembling under mine. I push her hair out of her face. No smile. No arrogance. No charm. I scan her face carefully, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth.
My chest constricts.
