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“You feel … so fucking good …” Michael tells me, those gray eyes dark with desire. “Want me to take over?”
Words fail me, so I just nod.
Raising his knees, he plants his feet and pulls me down until I’m lying against his chest. With his arms wrapped around me, Michael fucks into me quickly and sets my nerve endings ablaze.
“Fuck, yes. Again,” I groan when he slows down. “Just like … hard … like that.”
Michael does what I ask. He fucks me hard, his thrusts strong and sure while he holds me steady. His hold on me makes me take every thrust of his hard cock, every slam inside me pegging my prostate. My dick rubs against his abs and the friction has me on the edge of losing control.
Then Michael bites me on my neck and I can’t stop the orgasm if I tried. That bit of pain and the immense pleasure he’s giving me pushes me over the edge and I explode hands free against his stomach. I curse and shout, writhing on top of him, pushing back on his cock as much as I can.
When my release has rolled through me, Michael rolls me over and throws my legs over his shoulders. “This won’t take long.” he says while he fucks me fast, his hand gripped around my waist, pulling me into his thrusts. “Your ass was made for my dick.”
He bends forward, taking my mouth in a bruising kiss. I moan in his mouth, my oversensitive prostate screaming but it feels so fucking good.
“I’m … fuck … fuck …” Michael mutters against my lips as his strokes falter and his cock swells inside me. “Fuck, Damon.” He stills, hands holding my hips tight.
Then he collapses on top of me, kissing me slow and sweet.
“I take it you get turned on at the thought of taking care of me,” I whisper when we stop kissing.
His laugh is warm and full, just how I feel. “I do. I love that you’ll let me.”
I hiss when Michael pulls out, and I watch him walk to the bathroom to discard the condom. Michael is … god, he’s like an Adonis with his big, hard, body and handsome face. Like a Greek God come to earth to tempt me. To take care of me.
Yes, I will allow him to take care of me. I want it. I can make my own money as a software developer, but I want someone to finally take care of me the way I deserve. After years of taking care of everyone else, I want to know what it’s like. I won’t take advantage. I’ll take care of him too.
After cleaning me up, Michael crawls into bed with me. “Did I hurt you? I know you said hard but—”
I put my fingers to his lips. “You didn’t. It was great. So great. I loved it.”
“So did I. I need you back on top of me. Watching you up there …” Michael gets a faraway look in his eyes and a filthy smile on his face. “When you’re not sore.”
I nod enthusiastically. I want to have Michel filling me up all the time. Is it possible for a virgin to turn into a cock hungry whore as soon as they get some? Because I think that’s what I am. But only for Michael. When Michael walks around in front of me, all I can think about is how his dick feels in my mouth or how good he feels inside me.
Cuddling closer to him, I sigh when Michael kisses my forehead. “So, you’re coming to Canada?” he asks.
“Yes. You want me there?”
“More than you know.” He kisses my forehead again. “It’s going to be great. I can’t wait. What do you want to do while you’re there?”
I shrug. “Not sure. I want you to show me around. Maybe find a job if I can get a visa. I can work, right?”
He pulls back from me and tips my chin up. “Of course. You can do what you want. Why would I stop you from working?”
“You said you wanted to take care of me.”
Sitting up, Michael turns me until we’re facing each other. “Baby, when I say I want to take care of you, I mean I want to make sure you’re okay. Make you feel good mentally, physically, and emotionally. If you’re having a bad day, I want to be the one that comforts you. Taking care of you means more than financially. It means everything.” I nod and smile. “And yeah, I want to spend money on you. I want to give you the finer things in life. But I don’t want to hold you hostage. You’re your own man. If you want to work, you can.”
My lip trembles as I say, “Michael, I want that.” I wipe the tear from under my eye, overwhelmed that this is my life. My life so far has been trials and abuse of all kinds and waiting for something better.
Maybe Michael was right. Maybe my mom has been giving me signs this whole time, telling me who I should be with and where I should go. I should go with Michael and be with him. For as long as he’ll have me.
My shoulders sag and I chuckle. “You know, Abel tried to set us up years ago.”
Our eyes meet and he smiles. “I know. He tried hard that first day I saw you two walking out to the car. I was interested then. But I was focused on my work with Savage and knew there was no room for anything real. Quin had two boys and those relationships crashed and burned because of our job. Before Abel, Savage had a man and that didn’t work. I thought I’d be stringing someone along. I didn’t want that.”
“I understand.” I do. It would have sucked to get a taste of Michael and have it snatched away.
