Page 111 of Avenging Azalea

“Yes. I came three times and had to stop myself from joining you,” I said.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t,” Titus said. I tried to look away from his intense stare, but he forced my eyes back to his. “I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from fucking you against the wall, on the floor, the bed, and then again in the middle of the night. My cock would’ve stayed inside you while you slept, and you would’ve woken up to me coming in you all over again.”

I’d never heard Titus talk dirty, and my mouth ran dry as my libido fired on all cylinders. I wiggled on the bed, my heart racing as those images flashed in my mind.

“I want you to do that,” I whispered.

His hand moved faster on his shaft.

“Fuck, Litle Bird, you’re going to kill me with sweet pleasure.”

Titus ran his fingers through my hair, and I wanted him to wrap it around his hand as he fucked me hard from behind.

“Stand up,” Titus said.

It was shocking that I was able to stand at all. I squealed when Titus grabbed my ass and picked me up, my legs circling his waist. Making the most of our new position, I cupped his cheeks and kissed him long and slow. I’d wanted him so badly for so long and thought it was never going to happen, so now here I was, torn between rushing so that no one could destroy the moment and savoring every second.

His hands were warm as they ran from my ass, up my back, and down again. Nipping his bottom lip, I smiled. He growled, and the sound made me shiver while the vibration coming through his chest had my eyes rolling back in my head. What the hell was it about that sound that turned me into mush?

He walked around to the side of the bed and set me on my feet before opening his nightstand.

“Shit. I don’t have any protection. I haven’t needed anything because I wasn’t seeing anyone,” he said.

I grabbed his hand. “I don’t care. I’m on birth control and I trust you.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded. I had never been so sure of anything in my life, and even if I weren’t on birth control, it wouldn’t have mattered.

“If you change your mind, tell me and we’ll stop right away.”

He obviously had no idea how much I wanted this. How much I wanted him. Titus sat down and shifted to the middle of the bed.

“I don’t trust myself right now. It’s best if you control what you can take,” Titus said.

He might not have meant for it to be sexy, but there was something entirely too heady about having that much of an effect on him. I climbed onto the bed and straddled the man of my dreams.

Pushing back, I slid my pussy over his cock, and his fingers tightened on my hips as his chest rose and fell like he was panting for me. I’d never felt so emboldened or powerful.

I’d always been the one to accommodate what others needed or wanted of me, but not anymore. That was the greatest gift that Titus had ever given me, the courage to be me and stand up for myself. I could be kind and protect those I loved without selling off pieces of my soul. My voice was finally my own.

Teasing him all night seemed like a fabulously dangerous idea, but my desires stopped me from even toying with the notion. I wanted him, and before the world threw a bomb our way, I would make him mine.

Lifting my hips, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and marveled at his size, suddenly worried that I’d bitten off more than I could take. But as my gaze locked with Titus, his dark amber eyes stole the breath from my lungs. How he managed to say nothing and order me to continue, I would never understand. In the dark shadows of his normally caring stare, I felt myself unravel. I’d become the wick, and he was the open flame.

Positioning the tip of his cock, I slowly eased him into my body. I had to stop with every inch and adjust to the intrusion.

“Fuck,” Titus groaned, his muscles so tense that they shook under me. His eyes were locked on where we connected, and the hunger in them only intensified. “You’re so tight. Feels so fucking good.”

I gasped as he hit my G-spot and caused a miniature orgasm that sent a spasm through my entire body and soaked his cock.

“Oh God,” I said, losing control and dropping the rest of the way down while nearly splitting myself in half. “Ahhhhh.”

My head fell back as pleasure blurred into something deeper, something that cracked me open—not from pain, but from the way he touched me. Titus looked at me like I was something precious, like I could fall apart and still be safe in his hands.

Panting, I braced my hands on his abs and sat there feeling his girth filling me and taking in the fact that this was really happening.

“Oh my god,” were the only words I could conjure.