Loved By Him - Tattooed Brides

At least it’s not for a grade, I tell myself as I unlock the door to my apartment. I grab my suitcase and start filling it with clothes, shoes, makeup, everything I think I’ll need for the week. Then I hop in the shower. I take extra care in shaving and washing my hair. I am still blow drying my hair, singing Nobody But You by Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani at the top of my lungs. I like to hear myself over the noise of the hairdryer. I see something out of the corner of my eye. Jim startles me by walking right into my bathroom, but I stifle my gasp. I can see him behind me through the mirror. I am just wrapped in a towel. He has this look on his face like he wants to eat me alive, then he growls. Like actually growls at me. I turn off the hairdryer and set it down on the counter before turning to him.

“You just walk into people’s homes whenever you feel like?” I ask sassily. I am not even sure where that comes from as I am not a sassy person by nature.

“You didn’t answer the door,” he says shrugging, like that absolves him of the crime. “You should be more careful and lock your door. I could have been anyone.”

“But you are not just anyone are you?” I ask raising an eyebrow to him.

“No, I am not,” he says advancing on me.

“Am I dreaming right now?” I ask suddenly. It would be just like me to dream up this whole damn day.

“No, Trouble. You are wide awake,” he tells me.

“Trouble?” I question.

“Yeah. I know you’re gonna get me in trouble and I’d still ask for more,” he says backing me up to the counter. Then his lips are on mine and I am lost. He commands me without a word. My body craves him in a way that should frighten me, but it doesn’t. It can’t because this feels so right. This kiss is all-consuming. I feel as if my body is on fire. I moan loudly as his tongue sweeps into my mouth.

“Jimmy,” I moan as he pulls away from me, my hands clutching his sexy sweater.

“Mads,” he growls. “Where’s your bed? I was going to take it slow, but there’s no fucking way I can do that now.”

“Why not?” I whisper, my fingers moving to my now swollen lips. I don’t want him to take it slow. I want him. Now.

“You are too tempting. Too perfect.”

“I’m not perfect, I assure you.”

“You don’t see what I see,” he says. My tummy flutters and so does my dripping wet pussy.

“My bed is through there,” I say indicating the open pocket door to the left. The way my apartment is set up, there is only one bathroom, but it can be accessed from the living room and my bedroom. He lifts me into his arms, my towel barely hanging on. He tosses me on my bed and kicks his shoes off. Then the rest of his clothes. Suddenly, he is standing naked at the foot of my bed. My legs fall open as does my mouth. The first thing I notice is that he has way more tattoos than I previously thought. His cock is massive. It’s hard, huge, and pointing straight at me. He grabs his dick and strokes the length up and down. Up and down. My mouth and pussy waters at the thought of it anywhere near me. My towel is itchy all of a sudden, so I rip it from my body and toss it away. He sucks in a breath.

“Perfection. Just like I thought,” he says staring at me. I watch with hooded eyes as his gaze travels down my body, landing on my pussy.

“Are you just gonna stare at me, Professor?” I ask. The look on his face when I call him that tells me he wasn’t expecting that.

“Yes. Don’t interrupt me, Mads. I want to savor you before I destroy you.”

“Destroy me?”

“You’ll never want another man again,” he says.

“There has been no other man,” I admit. This time, I can’t decipher the look on his face.

“Really?” he asks incredulously.

“Surprised? I am sure you are not used to virgins, Professor.’ I say pulling the afghan at the foot of the bed up to cover my body. “I’ve heard the rumors about you,” I tell him. His head snaps up.

“What rumors?” he growls.

“Just that you pick a new girl every semester. You’re a fuck and chuck kind of guy. I am okay with that. I still want this,” I tell him. “Do you want my cherry?”

“Madalinn, I assure you that there is no truth to those rumors,” he says pulling the blanket off of me. “There has never been another woman for me. There never will be. Do you get it? You’re it for me.”