“Yeah?” He pulls my neck back slightly, by the hair and whispers, his face over mine, “So what do you want me to be?”
“I want you to be what you said I make you. I want you to be bad.”
Don’t all normal girls want to turn bad boys good?
But then, I’m not normal, am I?
I want him to forget his good ways and be bad.
I want him to have me so he can do with me whatever he wants. All as long as he gives me what I want.
Him, however I can get him.
A rush of air escapes him and fans my lips, all rich and delicious. He lets go of my hand on his chest and brings it over to my face. He cups my jaw with his long fingers and says, “You want me to be bad.”
I continue unbuttoning his shirt. “Yeah. Because you know what, I think you are bad.”
“How do you figure that?”
“You tore my dress, remember? And only bad men tear a girl’s clothes off.”
He tightens his hold on my jaw. “They do, don’t they? I am a bad man, then.”
“Yup. So you just wasted time being good.” I shake my head at him. “Besides, I have a secret.”
“You have a secret.”
“Yes. I would’ve let you do it last night.”
“Do what?”
“I would’ve let you put it in.”
I’m somewhere down at the middle of his shirt when I say this and his reaction makes my hands stumble. In fact, his reaction makes me gasp and grip his shirt tightly, so tightly that I’m on the verge of tearing his clothes off tonight.
At my words, he pulls my head back so suddenly that my neck is all stretched up now. He brings his face so close to mine that his beard is brushing my jaw and chin with every breath I’m taking.
And his eyes.
God, his eyes are all violent and explosive, as explosive as his chest that’s crashing into mine with his heavy breaths.
“Put what in?” he growls.
“Your cock.”
“Put it where.”
“Anywhere.”
His furious fingers in my hair curl and uncurl like a time bomb. “Anywhere. What’s anywhere, Jailbait?”
“Anywhere means anywhere you want, Strawberry Man. I know what men like, you know. You think I’m so naïve and all but I’m not. I know they like pussy. But I also know that they sometimes like to put it in the ass.”
His stomach hollows out. “You want me to put it in your ass?”
“If you want to. I’ll let you put it in wherever you want.”
He stares at me for a beat, unmoving, unbreathing, before a gust of breath escapes him and he actually looks up at the ceiling. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? You want me to die. That’s what you want. That’s why you’re offering me your tight ass when I haven’t even fingered your pretty pussy yet.”
I would’ve laughed at his conclusions if my pussy wasn’t spasming at the mention of her name. If I wasn’t creaming my panties like a lusty slut.
“You could have last night. You could’ve fingered me and fucked me and done anything you wanted to me.”
“I could’ve, couldn’t I?” he says, while he shoots me a penetrating stare.
“Yeah. It’s yours. I’ve been saving it for you, anyway.”
I witness his pupils dilating, then. I’ve never seen it before and it’s glorious. So, so glorious. Like dark ink spreading through water. Night falling in the sky.
“Saving what for me?” he rumbles even though I know he knows the answer.
He wants to hear it from my mouth.
“My virginity,” I whisper. “I’ve been saving my virginity for you, Mr. Edwards.”
I don’t know why I said it that way but now that I have, I don’t wanna take it back. I love that I can call him Graham now, but I also want the right to call him Mr. Edwards.
I want the right to all his names.
They’re mine.
The current that goes through him, the aggression and possession in his hold prove that it is, indeed, mine.
“You have, haven’t you?”
I go to nod or say something but he grabs it, in the next moment.
He grabs the very thing we’ve been talking about. The hand on my jaw goes down and he clutches it, gropes my entire pussy in his rough hand. He fists the silky material of my pajama bottoms and squeezes.
I whimper out his name. “Graham…”
“You’ve been keeping her all nice and tight for me, haven’t you? You knew I’d come for this. You knew I’d come for this tight pussy. You knew that, didn’t you?”
“Yeah. Yes, I knew.”
He gives it another squeeze as he drops his forehead on mine. “Yeah, you did. You knew I was dying for her. You knew I wanted her so you kept her safe. She’s mine, isn’t she?”
“Y-yes. She is. She is. She…”
I trail off when he rubs the heel of his palm on my clit, making me jerk and moan.