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He chuckles and pulls out of me, flopping onto his back and staring up at the wrecked ceiling.
“Let me check you over,” he says softly.
“No. I’m fine.”
He glances down at his dick where there’s some reddish fluid and sighs. “Yeah, well, I made you bleed.”
“Who fucking cares?” I shrug and then my eyes slide to his as he moves out of bed and grabs some tissue, pushing my jellified legs to my chest and wiping at my ass tenderly.
“Jesus, Diablo, but you drive me crazy,” he whispers. “Next time, tell me to be gentle.”
“Fuck no. This was my punishment, yes?”
His eyes slam into mine. “Yeah. Be a good boy for me.”
My lips curl up, and I shake my head. “Ha, you wish. That will be a cold day in hell.”
We grin at each other as he cleans me up and then re-bandages my arm before pulling me onto his chest and clutching me against him tightly.
“Next time, we’ll go slow.”
“Next time,” I snort. “Keep dreaming. That was awful. I won’t be doing it again.”
“Bet you’ll beg for it.”
“I beg for nothing.”
“We’ll see.”
My eyes slip shut and the haze of sleep drifts over me. “Just gonna close my eyes for a minute.”
“Hmm… Just for a minute, Diablo,” Skylar says, and then I feel the press of his lips against my head.
And I fall asleep dreaming about him.
* * *
I wake up a little later, horny and needy. It is a problem, one that I don’t really want to fix. If this is a problem then it needs a new definition.
I don’t know what this man has reduced me to, but I need him again. Disgusting really, and yet I still reach out and slide my hand across his impressive abdomen. My fingers slip through the hair of his happy trail.
“I’m so sick of you. Holding me all the time—I don’t want it at all,” I whisper, nudging Skylar awake. He pries his eyes open and stares down at me. Those forest-green eyes.
“Shut up. I was napping. You ruined it.”
“You’re supposed to be protecting me and here you are…sleeping.”
He holds me closer, the length of his cock thickening against me. I nuzzle my nose into his neck and lick my way up the vein protruding there. His breath hitches, and I smile against his skin.
So it wasn’t a one-off, a moment of pure insanity. He wants me. Little, hot mess me.
“Don’t think your sore ass can handle me again,” he says softly, reaching down and grabbing the globes of my ass, kneading them roughly. “I went too hard on you earlier. You’re too sensitive.”
“Fucking try me. Superman, like I said.”
“Hmm,” he says as he slips a finger down to my entrance and presses against it. I hiss at the dull pain shooting through me.
I gasp, and he chuckles. “Yeah, not going to split you open again. I don’t want to actually hurt you.”
