“Fuck me,” I beg.
I don’t care if I sound pathetic, I need him now and no part of me can wait.
When he continues to kiss me, I grow restless and push him onto the bed.
“I’ll take matters into my own hands then,” I declare.
He grins up at me.
“There she is.”
“There who is?” I ask, taking his cock in my hand and stroking it.
“My vixen. I fucking love it when you unleash the part of yourself you keep so carefully chained. I love it even more that I’m the only one who gets to see it.”
His words hit my heart and if I was the swooning type, I would definitely swoon right now. But I’m not and I desperately need him inside me.
“Shut up,” I growl. “I need you in me now.”
His big hands clasp my hips. “Take what you want.”
I do.
I slide down on him with a moan as he stretches and fills me. I nearly weep with the feel of him. The part of me that felt empty only moments ago is now full.
“God, I love watching you fuck me,” he murmurs, cupping my breasts.
I look down to where we’re joined, mesmerized by the way his cock drives in and out of me. A moan escapes my lips and I place my hands over his on my breasts.
I feel wild, uncontained.
The girl who never let her hair down, who kept her nose buried in a textbook and never did anything fun, who believed boring was good, it was safe, has realized how wrong she was. Life’s more exciting when you step out of your comfort zone—even if it means taking a chance on the guy you think is all wrong for you.
I press my hands to his solid chest and his roam my body, settling on my ass, rolling my hips forward onto him.
I moan, scratching my nails down his chest, leaving behind red marks. He hisses between his teeth.
I jolt when I feel one of his fingers pressing somewhere it should not be.
“Hollis, no,” I warn, but it’s weak sounding from my breathlessness.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
“Yes, but—”
“Then fucking trust me, Mia,” he growls, sitting up.
He rubs his finger round and round, kissing me while he does, distracting me.
As my body relaxes he pushes his finger in slightly.
I gasp.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.
His other hand comes up to cup my breast and he lowers his head, taking a nipple into his mouth.