His words send flutters swirling in my core as he keeps fucking me with delicious slow, deep strokes. I shudder beneath him as I’m overcome with another ball of emotion pushing its way up from my gut.
“Let it out, baby,” he says with more tenderness than I can take.
I break into tears, opening my eyes at the exact same moment he brings his fingers to my chin and turns my face to him.
Piercing blue eyes burn into mine, and I gasp.
“You wanted to see the real me? Here I am.”
I hold his eyes as he continues filling me with slow, deliberate thrusts. I don’t know when he lost the contacts, and I don’t care. I only care that he did. Because his real eyes… they’re breathtakingly beautiful.
I gaze at him as he pumps his hips, driving his cock deep inside me.
“Tell me,” I breathe as my body ripples around his, accepting every inch.
His cock swells, and he forces a hand between my body and the rock, finding my clit with ease.
“Tell you what?”
“You know what,” I whisper, arching against him as his fingers slip and slide from my clit, all over my pussy, feeling the place where I’m stretched around him each time he thrusts.
“Tell you I’m a man who’s fucking wrecked by the idea that I’m supposed to let you go when the time comes?”
My mouth drops open with a deep moan as his piercings play their own magical game inside me, making me clench around him.
He screws his face up and kisses me, his thrusts getting harder and deeper. “That what you want?”
“The truth,” I whimper, my eyes threatening to roll in my head from pleasure as his fingers concentrate on my swollen clit again.
I struggle to maintain focus on his eyes. But I do. I want to witness his honesty. See it burst from him like a flare. Watch as it obliterates the barriers he’s built so high around himself.
“The truth?” he repeats, speeding up until I’m whimpering with each deep thrust.
He fucks into me harder watching every expression I make like he’s mesmerized. The eye contact is more intense than ever, like he’s trying to see inside my soul and entwine it with his own.
“Yes,” I beg.
His pupils blow wide as it all becomes too much, and I come hard, strangling his dick as I clamp down onto it.
“Fuck,” he groans, pumping into me without breaking pace as I fall apart beneath him.
He holds my eyes the entire time as I clench and contract around his thick length, my eyelashes fluttering.
“You want to know the truth?” he rasps, leaning forward and capturing my lower lip between his teeth before he kisses me hard. “The truth is…” he pants from the effort of fucking me as he speeds up. “The truth is I’m fucking crazy about a woman who doesn’t know when she should just shut the hell up.”
I hold his eyes, ready to plead if I have to. Ready to do whatever it takes to get him to be honest with me. “Please tell?—”
“I’m Slade Beaufort,” he growls through clenched teeth, his entire body stiffening until he looks in danger of rupturing every vein in his body.
Relief floods me, and I cry out, coming around him again in pulsing waves.
He pulls my lips to his. “You coming again? Good girl.”
All I can do is whimper as he groans.
“Milk me, baby.”
Then he thrusts into me with more force and lets out an animalistic grunt.
