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“I gave you that one, my love. Now the rest is for me.”
“Wait. What does that mean?” Her eyes pop open and she watches me crawl down her body and open her legs wide.
“Don’t come,” I say against her wet, pink lips, giving them a gentle kiss.
“Wait. Please, Ryder.”
I smile at her begging already. Stroking my tongue back and forth across her pink nub, I pull her hips close and, at last, suck on it. My hand moves up and down on the tip of my cock while I keep sucking. She’s greedy and not trained and she’s gonna come. When I pause and lift my head, she screams, “No!”
Standing, I grab the back of her hair.
“Please, I’ll never touch myself again,” she says hoarsely.
“I know you won’t.” She looks at me, almost startled, as I lean forward and shove my cock into her mouth. Instantly she gags and tries to take me. I look down at my thick cock barely halfway in her mouth and tighten my grip on her head, making her take me farther. In and out, I thrust into her as I close my eyes and let the fucking ecstasy take over.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I grunt. My balls and stomach muscles tighten. I’m ready to come, but she won’t get that satisfaction.
I jerk her head off my cock. She screams, her eyes wild, holding tears of frustration. Leaning forward, her red, wet lips open, waiting for my cock again.
“What? Talk to me, Julianna. You want my cock?”
“Yes,” she hisses like a feral animal, arching up.
“Tell me,” I say hoarsely, my body so tight, the need to come almost painful as I jerk my cock.
I look up at the ceiling, trying to breathe, then gaze down at her.
She licks her lips, then says, “I love you.”
My eyes shift to hers, as if those words were what I was waiting for. Wave after wave of pleasure racks my body. My cock pulses and jerks, shooting my seed all over her tits.
“Christ.” I stroke myself one more time. Catching my breath, I lean over to untie her.
“Did you hear me?” She lies there while I rub her wrist where the rope was.
“I did. That wasn’t what you were supposed to learn. Go take a shower.” I turn, needing to get away from her, and pick up my discarded jeans to get my cigarettes.
She sighs and slips off the bed, stretching her arms up, then sashays by me, leaving the bathroom door open. I have to fight my need to grab her and bury my face in her hair, kiss her lips, demand she say those words over and over.
Weakness.
I hate it. After lighting my cigarette, I jerk on my jeans. Goddamn it, why did I even come up to my room? I need to focus, not tie Julianna up and jerk off on her tits.
I grab my phone off the dresser to check my messages. We need no more fuckups. I have a number of texts. None are too important. Only prospects filling me in on shit and Frosty saying he went to get Chinese food.
The shower turns off and her smell envelops me. Closing my eyes, I know I need to get the fuck out of here.
I’m pulling on my boots and a black T-shirt when Julianna walks out, naked, hair brushed off her face. She steps into my closet and emerges wearing pink panties.
“I’m not sorry,” she announces, pulling her hair up in a haphazard bun, red ringlets falling around her face.
“I’ll be back,” I say, pocketing my phone.
“Are you going to pretend that I didn’t say it? And this feeling we have is nothing?”
That stops me and I turn to her, gritting my teeth. By not getting dressed, she’s fucking with me.
Inhaling deeply, I let the warm smoke make its way down my throat. “I told you not to believe I’m something I’m not.”
She shrugs. “I’m sorry.” Her voice is sarcastic. “But we can’t control who we love.”
“Fucking stop. You have no idea what you’re dealing with.” I turn to leave.
“I don’t because you don’t tell me.” She darts around me, blocking the door.
“Cute.” I shake my head, glance down at my boots, then up at her face. “Move.”
“Tell me why you don’t believe in love?” Both her hands are propped against the doorframe. Her body smells like candy apples.
I cock my head. “I didn’t say I don’t believe in love.”
Her eyes lock with mine. I’m ready to lift her up and move her until she reaches up to touch my chest, her hand lying on my heart.
“Who hurt you so much that you won’t let me love you?” she fires right back, her words worse than any gut punch I’ve taken. Pain and need make me want to shake her, as if that can wake her up. I should just tell her.
