He takes a step forward, pausing right at the edge of the bed.
“I fucking knew that dress was a good idea,” he growls. “Are you ready, Juliana?"
“I think—”
“No,” he snaps, the iron certainty in his voice making me flinch. “Not I think so. The answer is fucking yes. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I moan, as my womb makes my clit tingle and my whole body starts to pulse.
“Good,” he growls.
He climbs onto the bed, the mattress creaking underneath his massive giant’s weight. When he’s on top of me – holding himself up with his fists buried in the sheets on either side of my head – I feel like nothing can hurt me.
He’ll protect me.
Forever.
He initiates the kiss this time, his tongue sliding into my mouth, moving around it. It’s like it’s on fire, the way the heat licks at the insides of my cheeks, the way it moves around and down and through me.
I wrap my arms around him and grip onto his muscular shoulders, not an inch of him yielding from my dug-in fingernails.
Suddenly, he rears up like a bear, staring down at me.
“Fuck,” he snarls. “I need to see you naked. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“And you,” I gasp, stunned at how steady my voice is.
I push the nerves down, just about, even if they’re still there, still very much alive.
His smirk twitches.
“Good girl,” he says. “I fucking love when you get confident and sassy.”
Love.
No, he just used it the way people do when they say, I love pasta.
It means nothing.
And yet it means everything to me.
He springs up off the bed, and then leans down and grabs my shoulders. He heaves me up as though I’m weightless. I’ll never get used to the way he handles me, the same way the football players used to handle the cheerleaders in high school, tossing them around as though they were made of air.
With Jett, I’m floating on air.
He slides his hands down my body, and then grabs the hem of my dress and starts to lift. I raise my arms instinctively even as dozens of self-hating thoughts flurry unfairly through my mind.
He tosses my dress aside and steps back, staring at me with his jaw pulsing, as though he’s debating devouring me instead of having sex with me.
“Fuck,” he snarls. “Cunt and tits out—now. Leave the heels on. Understand?”
“Yes,” I moan, moving my hands behind my back to unhook my bra.
I keep my eyes fixated on him as he shrugs his jacket off. He grabs the front of his shirt and tears it violently. The buttons scatter and he shrugs off the shirt, too, revealing a torso of ridged, massive muscles.
His abs are deep crevices and his pectorals are huge and round and rock solid. He has a V going down toward his groin, making me think of his huge cock, the way it swelled in the underground apartment.
Beads of sweat glisten against his skin, making his muscular form shiny, highlighting the defining lines of his body.
He growls when my breast spill free, his hands twitching.
“Cunt,” he growls. “Now.”
“What about…you?” I manage to gasp, even if the words have to travel across a river of anxiety to reach my lips.
He smirks. “Fine, but hurry up.”
I lie back on the bed, but always keep my eyes on him as I wriggle out of my panties. I watch as he kicks off his shoes and then unbuckles his belt. He lets his trousers fall and then grabs the waistband of his underwear, giving it a savage tug.
He tears it away from his body, and then his cock springs free, all ten-plus inches of it.
The end of it is soaked in precome, the base of it alive with pulsating veins. It’s so hard, it looks as if it could erupt any second. The helm is engorged and massive, far bigger than my virgin hole.
I bite down as I pull my panties past my calves, kicking them off my heels, staring at the rugged beastliness of his naked body.
“Fuck,” he growls, climbing back on top of the bed. “You better be wet already. Otherwise, I’m taking you raw. I need you. I’ve waited my whole life for your soaked, needy hole, Juliana. I want to be a gentleman – I really fucking do – but how can you expect me to, when you look so horny and hungry for it right now? Tell me to fuck you, Juliana. Say please like a good girl.”
“P-please,” I gasp, my voice sounding hollow.
Please let this work, please let this work, please let this work.
I scream the prayer in my mind over and over again.
He holds himself up with one hand and then reaches down with the other, guiding the end of his cock to my hole. He strokes it up and down, my pussy giving a flutter, something deep inside of me getting lava-hot and swelling.