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“Savage.” I jerked my head away, but he grabbed my hair, forcing me to look back at him. I was turned on by this. I hated him, but dammit if I didn’t want him.
“That’s right! You haven’t seen that side of me, Vixen,” the pet name rolled off his lips like venom, “keep pushing me.”
I wanted to keep pushing him, to see what he would do next, I wanted to get a reaction out of him. I put my hands to his chest and shoved. His body barely moved. His hand roamed from my waist to my back, pulling me in tighter to him. My hair in his hand jerked, pulling my head back further as he stared down at me. He leaned in, barely grazing his lips against mine. I put both arms up to his chest again shoving him away. I walked up and slapped him in the face. My chest rose and fell furiously, my heart felt like it was going to tear its way from my chest. We both stood there staring at one another, his chest rising as quickly as mine. Neither of us moved, our eyes locked on each other. I stepped forward, putting my hands on his chest, trying to push him back. But he stood his ground, looking down at me. He grabbed my wrists pulling me into him. “Why are you fighting this?”
I jerked my hands from his grip. ”I’m not fighting anything.”
“You can try to deny the tension between us all you want. But I know you feel it too.”
I pulled away and took a deep breath. “Just sex, you won't catch feelings for me?”
He laughed. “I think I can handle that.” His hands came to my waist, his thumbs resting on the skin under my t-shirt. “Like I told you, you have to take it if you want it, you have to initiate this Vixen.”
I stared into his eyes, reaching up and unbuttoning his shirt, throwing it to the side. Looking down at his chest, getting a good look at his tattoos. Both arms were covered. A set of roses with thorny vines covered his left pec, running up to his back. His arms had burn marks and other bruises covered him. I traced my fingers down his chest, to the top of his pants. Unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants, letting them fall to his feet.
He stepped out of his shoes and pants, grabbed my waist, pushing me backward towards the bed. His fingers traced up both sides of my ribs, goosebumps covering my skin, as he lifted my shirt up and over my head. His hands ran down the back of my shorts, gripping my ass, pulling me to him. His grip tightened, lifting me, laying me down on the bed. He leaned down, his lips pressing to mine, his tongue rolling along my top lip. His hand traced down my body to the top of my shorts. His eyes jerked to mine. “Do you always sleep without panties on?”
I nodded, a gasp escaping my lips as his hand rolled down my vagina. His pupils dilated, and he let out a long deep breath. His thumb pressed into my clit, before two fingers pushed inside me. I took a deep breath in, my bottom lip pulling between my teeth.
“Oh Vixen, you are so wet for me.” His fingertips massaged inside me, pushing against the top of my vagina. He continued thrusting his fingers in and out of me. His thumb running up and down my clit, pressure on the way up, a light stroke on the way down. A moan escaped my lips as he added another finger. “That's right stretch, get ready for me.”
He pushed off me, his fingers still working inside me as he stood up, pulling his boxers off with his other hand. I leaned up on my elbows, watching as his cock stood at attention. He was bigger than Michael. I looked up into his eyes, wondering if Michael was small or if he was big. His fingers picked up speed, as he stood there, our eyes locked on one another. He pulled his hands from me, taking my shorts off. He crawled over me, looking into my eyes. “Grab me.” My hands shook as I reached down, gripping him in my hands. “Use me, rub yourself.”
He pushed up on his arms, watching as I rubbed the tip of his cock up and down against myself. My need for him, to feel him pushing me. I arched my back into him, but he pulled away. “Not yet, keep rubbing yourself.” I quickened my back-and-forth motion. “That's it, good girl.”
I threw my head back, why did I like him calling me a good girl so much? “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Give it to me.”
“You want me to fuck you, Vixen?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.” He taunted.
“Fuck me!”
He grabbed my hand, replacing it with his as he positioned himself, starting to thrust inside me. He leaned down, crashing his lips to mine. I ran my fingers through the hair on the back of his neck, his tongue pushing its way into my mouth, hard, savage, needy. He pushed in deep, and my breath hitched as a mixture of pain and pleasure vibrated inside me. He pulled my nipple between his teeth, rocking in and out of me. “Oh my, ahhhh!” My heart was racing. I could hear it thumping in my ears. I started panting. He thrust harder, faster.
“Come for me like a good girl.”
I threw my hands to his back, my nails digging in. “Oh shit, oh shit!” I felt my body tense, myself clench tight around him. His lips crashed to mine, thrusting a few more times before a grunt rolled off his lips. His body collapsed on mine. He kissed my cheek, before rolling himself next to me. The two of us panting, staring at the ceiling. I glanced over at him, my toes curling as the throbbing continued between my legs. He looked at me and smiled. I turned back to the ceiling, what the hell was that?
