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“Which is great, but why do I sense a but?”
“Because there is a but. I need your bossy, domineering ass back. I don’t need gentle. I want you to use your words. I want to hear the filth that used to slip from your tongue so easily. I need it hard and rough. I want us to be us again. I can’t cope with you tiptoeing around me. I call you Bear for a reason, and it’s not just the beard.” I ran my hand over his shaved head, which I was right about; it was the perfect contrast to his bearded face and, if possible, he looked even hotter.
He kissed me on the temple before he looked at me again. “It’s hard. I’ll be honest. I pressed on your wounds while you were bleeding out. I waited while you were in surgery. I helped you shower and carried you around when you were in too much pain to walk. I’ve listened to your nightmares, watched you fall apart, and worried about you. It’s hard to just slip back into where we were. I’m scared I’ll break you.”
Guilt flooded my body. “Shit, Matt, I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about how my getting shot made you feel. And with what happened to Emma and Alfie, I bet it’s even harder to deal with.”
He nodded. “You looked dead. I thought I’d lost you,” he whispered, his voice sounding strangled.
“But you didn’t. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” I rubbed my hand over the outline of his cock through his sweats in order to reinforce my point and he fisted my hair, groaning as he buried his face into my neck.
“You have no idea how hard I want to fuck you,” he murmured against my skin, making my heart race. “I want to watch your sweet pussy swallow me up and slam myself into you so hard that I steal the air from your lungs. I love how hard you can take me. "
“And there you are. God, I love it when you talk to me like that. Matt, I need you to fuck me like I wasn’t shot. I need you to remind me how strong I am. I promise if it hurts, I’ll tell you, but I want you to own me again. Fuck me like you own me, Bear.”
Helping me down from the counter, for a second I thought he was going to tell me he couldn’t, or that he was too worried about me, but then he lifted his head, his eyes blazing with need. He raised his eyebrow at me and said one word, his voice deep and commanding.
“Strip.”
Pulling off my sleep shorts and top, I was naked underneath. Standing in front of him, exposed, while he was still fully clothed sent a rush of arousal pulsing between my thighs.
“Are you wet for me, Rogue? How much do you want me right now?”
I pulled his hand to my pussy, so he could see how desperate I was for him, but he paused, only allowing his fingers to brush over my folds, making me gasp.
“Not so quick. I thought you wanted me to take control.”
“Yes,” I panted out, pressing my body to his with the need for something to ease the throbbing.
“Yes, what?”
I looked at him confused, and then a smile spread across his face as his eyes darkened.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
He growled, and my body arched with need.
“Better, Rogue. Now, you don’t do anything without me telling you to. Understood?”
I nodded.
“Words, Rogue. I want to hear your words.”
“Yes… sir.”
“Fuck, I love those words on your lips. On your knees, Rogue. Let me see those pretty lips around my cock.”
“Hell, yeah,” I giggled out, working the waistband of his joggers down as I dropped to my knees. I licked my lips and sank down his length while he moaned out my name.
I moved slowly, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard, his head hitting the back of my throat until my eyes watered.
“Rogue, I want to fuck those beautiful lips.” I hummed with approval as he fisted my hair, thrusting his hips against my lips. I gagged at the force, my chest heaving as his thick shaft filled my mouth, my naked body succumbing to his demands.
“Fuck, you look like a goddess. I can’t believe I get to call you mine.” He thrust a few more times before wrapping my long hair around his hand, tugging my head back until his cock fell from my mouth. Helping me from the floor, he pulled me, so my lips found his, taking possession of my mouth.
Without breaking our kiss, he kicked off his sweats, scooped me up, and carried me up the stairs. Laying me out on the bed, he stood over me wearing only his tight t-shirt.
