“Please,” I pleaded, begging for relief. “Free me like you did her.”
“Were you jealous?” he asked as his finger flicked my clit with expert speed.
“I wanted to see her come,” I said truthfully. “But I wanted it to be me.”
“Ahhh, and I wanted your attention. That is passion, Taylor, no?” He still had me gripped in both of his hands as I braced for freedom. His hand stilled, and I damn near burst into tears. “I asked you a question, Taylor.”
“Yes, yes,” I said in agreement, pushing against his hand for more friction.
He lifted me from his lap, so I straddled him and pulled my skirt up so it sat at my sides. I moved to unzip his pants, but he stopped me by placing my hands on his shoulders. I leaned in for a kiss, which he granted with a greedy tongue. He pulled my legs further apart so my sex was hovering over the bulge in his pants and then snapped my underwear away at my hip so it lay on my opposite leg against my thigh. Pulling away from our kiss, I looked down at the exposed dripping mess between my legs.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Keep your hands on my shoulders,” he ordered roughly. I nodded as he slipped his middle and pointer finger in my shuddering mouth and I sucked quickly, wetting them. The wet digits moved between my thighs, and I damn near jumped at the spark that ignited with the regain of his touch. His fingers worked quickly as I studied the beautiful heat residing in his ever-changing brown eyes.
“Obedience pleases me, Taylor.”
I looked upward, briefly unable to hold our gaze, and felt the sharp slap of his hand on my thigh. It was painful, and I bucked into his teasing fingers as my angry eyes met his. His smirk told me he liked my reaction.
I felt the wave of pleasure begin to pulse and bloom as he plunged in and out and then covered my needy clit with my desire before diving back in. He repeated this until I began to come apart at the seams, my body begging for relief though I remained wordless.
“Patience,” he whispered as I played into his hands. The SUV slowed and stopped, and I moved to pull my skirt down.
Removing what was left of my panties, I tucked them into my purse as I questioned him. “I don’t play Russian roulette with my body. Are you covered?” He seemed surprised by my question. I had an implant in my arm that ensured no surprises but needed reassurance from him regardless.
“I do not, either. This is not an issue.” I nodded as the door opened. All members of The Rabbit Hole had to be tested monthly, so I didn’t bother arguing with him. When I recognized where we were, I looked up at him in question.
“Shouldn’t you be extended an invitation?”
“Your home is the only place we will have,” he said, taking my hand and leading me toward my condo.
“Do you know everything about me?” I asked, slightly irritated.
“Only the geographical, the rest I will learn from you,” he answered as I slid my key into the lock.
“I’m afraid there isn’t much to—” My breath was knocked out of me as he slammed my back against the door, knocking it closed. Before I had a chance to react, his mouth was on me, and his hands caressed every surface of my body.
“Enough talk,” he barked as he pulled away, ripping the bottom half of my blouse open. He pushed my skirt up again so it cradled my hips and lifted me off of my feet. Carrying me down the hall, he spotted my bedroom and sat me down gently on my king bed. We matched breath for breath as I explored him while he undressed. His shoes and jeans went first. His build was more than I could have hoped for. Thick bulging ridges covered his stomach and chest, leaving a wonderland of exploration just inches away from my fingertips. His legs were thick, muscular, and perfectly proportioned to his upper body. I stayed motionless as he revealed the rest of himself to me. My mouth watered as his boxers remained, the only thing between me and the view I’d been wanting for months. Daniello walked up to me near the bed, his ripped stomach in full view and a light dusting of hair leading down into his briefs.
“Take,” he bit out on edge. “Take what you want just this once,” he insisted.
I wasted no time freeing him from his shorts and attaching my lips to the sparse hair on his abdomen. Flattening my tongue, I explored every divot, every hard ridge, and down past his waiting cock to suck his large sack, and then descended even further to lick the sweet spot behind it. His moan was welcome as he ran his large hands up and down my back to encourage me. He was perfectly groomed, which I appreciated as I gripped him hard in my hand, looking up to his stone face. Teeth gritted, jaw firm, he was holding back, and I was further convinced as his length twitched in my hand when my mouth finally enveloped him.
“You like my taste,” he bit out as I sucked hard, leaving a trail of hot steel in my wake. I pulled and gripped my jaw around him as I got another groan out of him. Somehow, I knew it wasn’t an easy feat.
When I looked up at him, he broke the connection from my mouth. I reached for the buttons he hadn’t torn on my blouse, and he slapped my hands away, pulling at the shredded tails of my shirt and lifting them up so my arms were encased. He left me that way, arms trapped above my head as he laid me down, pushing up my bra over my peaking tits.
“Is there any part of you that is not perfect, Taylor?”
I was just thinking the same as he hovered over me, his strong cheekbones and sculpted lips capturing my attention as well as his dark lashes that fluttered as his mouth captured my waiting nipple.
It was then I knew that the minute his cock entered me I wouldn’t be able to handle our connection. It was too much. My alabaster skin looked beautiful in comparison to his dark tan. His silky black hair fell over his face as he drifted from one breast to the other. Then he sank his teeth in. I screamed out in an attempt to protest but was useless with my arms bound above me. My whole body bucked as he bit harder and I felt the skin break. Tears sprang to my eyes as he pulled away, soothing his bite with his tongue. He grinned, knowing if my hands were free, I would’ve slapped him. He lifted my leg and rammed into me without hesitation. The tears threatening broke free as I looked up at him in shock, my whole body tensed with the pain of being impaled. I choked on the breath I attempted to regain as he stared down at me.
“The answer is no. There is not a single part of you that is not perfect. Feel me, Taylor,” he gritted out as I tried to relax around him. His strokes were unforgiving, and he was hurting me as promised. I waited patiently for him to free my arms as his thrusts blinded me with pain and ecstasy in equal measure. Seeming to read my mind, he pulled my arms free from my blouse, and I immediately dug my nails into his flesh, drawing blood. His knowing grin told me I’d just rewarded him. He swiveled his hips and closed his eyes as he slowed to a stop.
The sheer size of him was intimidating as he looked down at me. I gripped his torso with my thighs, wrapping my
legs around him as he towered over me, motionless.
“Now that I know the feel of you, Taylor, I will want more.”