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“For not pushing me to tell you more about my past. For spending the day with me without asking any questions.” After taking a deep breath, he continues, “A lot of things in my life aren’t pretty, babe, and I’m afraid once you find out all my stories, you’ll never look at me the same.”
Standing on the tips of my toes, I drape my arms over his shoulders and lock eyes with him. “I won’t. I love your possessive side, and the sweet parts.”
Shaking his head, he grumbles, “I left so much destruction in my wake, I killed—” his voice cracks. “I’ve got more scars on the inside than you’ve seen on my body. Before you came here, an old army buddy of mine called to tell me a brother of ours attacked his wife because of his PTSD. I’m scarred, Storm, and scared to become another cautionary tale,” he huffs out a breath. “I’m broken, and you’re so beautiful. I couldn’t live with myself…” he says, trying to hide the emotion in his voice.
“No, I don’t believe that. You’re strong, brave. You saved me, remember? Let me try,” I whisper, running my fingertips over his temple.
He closes his eyes for a brief moment, a beautiful smile lighting up his face before it’s gone in an instant. “I can’t believe I found you,” he drawls, kissing my palm, not answering my question.
I want to tell him how I feel. I’ve fallen for this broken man. I’m falling in love with him, I truly am.
With a boyish grin, he leans forward and picks me up by my legs, throwing me over his broad shoulder. I yelp and place my hands on his ass while he walks down the hallway, carrying me like a sack of potatoes. “Rafe, oh no, stop.” I laugh.
He flips me on the bed, my butt bouncing on the mattress.
“Take off your clothes, kid,” he orders.
I stand on wobbly legs and do as he tells me. I love the way his voice changes as he deals out his commands.
“What’s that smile?” he asks, rubbing his thumb over my lip, watching me with heat in his eyes.
“I like how you order me around,” I say, pushing the snow pants down my legs.
“I know you do,” he says, kissing my neck and helping me out of his puffy jacket I’m wearing. He’s already down to his Henley, his defined muscles on full display. I reach for his belt and the button to open his pants. My hands are trembling so much that he has to help me. With a shit-eating grin, he pushes down his jeans and steps out of them. Tugging the shirt over my head, he leans forward to press my sweats down until I’m standing in my underwear and tank top. My panties have been damp the whole day by the looks he gives me. I gasp, staring down at my body. The fabric is clinging to my pussy.
Locking in on the wet spot, he grunts, “Fuck me, kid, I love seeing you this wet.” He wipes at his brow.
My chest rises and falls rapidly while I stare at his erection, the outline of his broad head pressing against the waistband of his boxers.
“Take off your top,” he demands slowly, his eyes moving up and down my body. I pull the flimsy material over my head, my nipples getting hard instantly. He pushes me down on the bed, and I sit on the edge, leaning back on my arms. A moan escapes from my parted lips when he pulls his boxers down his defined legs, his erection springing free, and slapping against his abs.
He lets out a low groan, staring at my white underwear as I part my legs wider for him, while he falls to his knees in front of me. I look down to follow his gaze. Holy shit, I’m so wet, my pussy lips are clearly outlined against the fabric.
He rests his warm hands on my knees, spreading them ever so slowly. “This cunt is always ready for my cock, isn’t it?” he teases, a half-smile forming on his face. His deep voice has an edge of danger to it. He reaches out and guides the lace to the side, his calloused fingers teasing my slit. “I’m going to miss this.”
I whimper and shiver when the pad of his thumb moves upward through my folds, the sucking sound bringing a smile to his face. He stops below my clit and raises one brow before leaning forward to stroke his tongue upward, not breaking eye contact.
“Fuck. Rafe,” I pant. My head falls back, letting him open my legs even farther with the cotton digging into my ass.
“You smell so good,” he sighs, cocking his head slightly. Leaning forward, he drags his tongue from my bottom up to the place where his thumb is parting the fabric. Smiling, I fall back against the sheets, squirming my butt from left to right.
He chuckles, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Relax kid, your ass is going to be all mine in a minute.” Remembering how his dick felt as he pushed deep inside, a sigh slips past my throat.
He rolls my underwear down my legs and stands at the foot of the bed, looking at my naked, trembling body. “Do you know how beautiful you look right now, all wet and ready for my cock, with my palm print marking your neck,” he says, grabbing his shaft, moving his hand up and down until pre-cum glistens on his fingers.
I press my legs together, the wetness seeping from my center.
“Good girl,” he coos.
My breathing increases rapidly when he tells me, “I’ll be right back.”
I scoot up the bed and drop back into his pillow, turning my head as I smile when his smell hits me. I let my fingers move over my breast down to my bellybutton before disappearing them between my folds. On a gasp, I slip them in easily. I’m drenched, rubbing back and forth. I can hear myself.
“Forgot this,” he smiles, flipping the bottle of lube in the air before catching it.
I look up, alarmed, my eyes wide as he makes atsksound. “Did you want to get yourself off without letting me watch?”
“I—I,” I stutter, not knowing what to tell him. No one has ever watched me pleasure myself.
