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I start to rise, but stop short when I’m eye level with Matthew’s shaft.
Up close, it’s riveting. Intersecting veins and a thickly cut ridge at the tip. It’s abundant and curved and sprouting up from a thatch of black hair. My up close and personal perusal of his sex has made him breathe faster and that makes me wonder…how would he react if I used my mouth on him? The way he uses his mouth on me? I’m suddenly ravenous for the feel of his weight on my tongue, the smooth slide of him toward my tonsils. But mainly, how it will make him feel, how he’ll react, the sounds he’ll make. I have to know.
Watching Matthew closely, I kneel down in the grass and wrap him in my hands, guiding him toward my mouth. My lips have to stretch so wide to accommodate him that it hurts, but I succeed in that first entry. I succeed in shocking him, forcing him into firing a salty string of spend down the back of my throat.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” Shaking, he gathers my hair, obviously trying to be gentle, but failing when I sink down further with my next draw of his shaft. I hum with satisfaction on the way back up and his fists tighten, a choked sound painting the air above me. “You know what Daddy needs this morning. Yeah, you fucking do, sweet girl. My sweet girl. Made me so big and hard and now you’re going to take care of it. Just a little. Just a little, because I need that hole. That little pinhole pussy you fucked me over with. You fucked me for life and I want it. Dirty and wet and all for Daddy. Nod and suck extra hard if you understand me.”
By the time he’s done talking like that, in that wonderfully crude way of his, I’m so eager to keep him hissing and cursing at me, I’m taking more than I can handle, cramming every virile inch of him into my mouth and letting him cheat toward my throat. A little more, a little more until I’m choking, brought to tears—
And he’s yanking me to my feet, grabbing my chin in his right hand and kissing me brutally, calling me a princess in between curses and swinging me up, up, so my legs can wrap around his hips. He enters me with a hard upward drive, his eyes rolling in the back of his head, his whole body shaking for several moments before he gets it under control.
“Christ. Christ. What have you done to me with this pretty young cunt?” He bounces me roughly, his steel rod filling me to the very edge of pain, pleasure, possession, setting a ruthless pace from the beginning. He jackhammers me from below, clicking my teeth together, the flesh of my bottom shaking, a scream building and building in my throat. Lord, what is this? We’re not human right now, we’re mating animals, his grunts desperate and depraved in my ear, my sobs almost childlike. It’s filthy and necessary and I never want it to end.
But it does. It has to, because of the friction his inches create deep inside of me, where that source of pleasure has been living, uncharted. Neglected. He hits it over and over again like a button and I blast into orbit, clawing and fucking him back with frantic rolls of my hips.
“God help me,” he says raggedly, stumbling forward with me, capturing me gently between his heaving body and the rock structure, his mouth loving and awestruck in my hair. “God help me, I’m in love with you.”
“I’m in love with you, too,” I whisper, meaning it down to the very marrow of my bones. It shouldn’t be possible, but it is. Every pound of my heart knows this is the real thing.
And he doesn’t even know my actual name.
Chapter 7
Matthew
I’m a ticking time bomb.
I’m unwell.
A man on the edge of madness, waiting to see if the girl I’m obsessed with will betray me. By the end of today, I will know. I’ll know the direction my life is going to take. I’m either going to be the happiest man alive or I’ll want to jump from the very top of this building.
She is on the other side of my office, smelling of cedar and roses and my seed, diligently answering the phone and taking messages, making notations in my schedule. She senses me looking at her and we trade a long stare. That single glance from her is like a breath of mountain air, a shot of adrenaline, a soft, warm blanket. It makes my heart beat truer. My soul mate. Both of us know it’s true. Somehow we’ve found each other among the wilds of the city, despite the tragic way our pasts interconnect. She’s not faking it. There’s no way.
