My lips stopped moving when he loomed over me like that, full of hostility.
He regarded me coldly, his head slightly turned. “I’ll make you forget he ever existed.” He grabbed the back of my neck and looked into my face, possessing me aggressively just the way he used to. He controlled my entire body, holding on to my hair to keep me rigid. He had the power to control my breathing, to even control my heartbeat.
“You already have.”
His eyes narrowed but softened at the same time. “Boys don’t count. They never count.” He finally released me and turned his back to me to walk into the kitchen. All the muscles of his back shifted under the skin as he carried himself.
“I didn’t sleep with him.”
He stopped walking but didn’t turn around.
“I didn’t even kiss him…”
His arms hung by his sides, and his breathing increased slightly. Just when enough silence passed that it felt like an eternity, he moved forward again—dismissing the conversation like it never happened to begin with.
He dug his large fingers into my ass cheeks, moving my lower body and tilting my hips to take in his length exactly the way he liked. He sat upright against his wooden headboard, his intense eyes focused on my lips. He watched me move forward and back, my tits shaking with the movements. He clenched his jaw and breathed deeply, his fingers squeezing my ass every time I took all of his length.
His eyes moved up to mine again, a hostile look of love on his face. Sometimes when he looked at me, it was an expression that stretched between love and hate. But that was the way he expressed himself. His feelings for me were so profound, but they hovered between the two extremes.
I was careful not to touch his shoulder, to only grip his right one and hold on to his chest when I needed something for balance. But I couldn’t stop myself from riding him every chance I got, making up for all the nights I slept alone. I didn’t just want sex. I wanted him, and I wasn’t ashamed to feel that way. Bones gave me such good sex. Whether it was his size, his confidence, or just the way he looked at me, I didn’t know. No other man could make me feel the way he did.
He pressed his face close to mine and groaned from deep in his throat, his large dick throbbing inside me. He’d already made me come from grinding his pelvic bone against my clit, from giving me that predatory look that made me turn into prey. Now he was going to make me come again, to make good on his word to make me forget Antonio ever existed.
Even though he’d already accomplished that.
His hand moved to my lower back, and he pressed against me, getting me to grind against him harder. He teased me with his lips, brushing his hard jaw against me, turning me on with a kiss he never gave me. “In ten seconds, you’re going to come all over me, baby. Because I said so.”
I kept riding his length, pushing myself down until I was sitting on his balls. I pressed my hands against his chest, my hips starting to buck harder because his dick felt so good. His authoritative confidence turned me on, the way he commanded me with such ease. He was a man of few words because he made every single word count.
He bored his gaze into mine, his pretty eyes a contradiction to the ferocity in his gaze. “Nine.”
My nipples hardened when the countdown began. Knowing there would be an explosion in so little time made my body prepare for it. Bones was so confident that he could make it happen, and that confidence made me melt right on top of him.
“Eight.” He squeezed my right cheek before he gave it a hard slap.
I shivered at the hit, my body shifting forward.
“Seven.” He gripped my right tit, squeezing it hard before he flicked his thumb over my nipple. “Six.” He dragged his fingers down the valley of my breasts, picking up the sweat my body produced, and slowly glided them down to my belly button. “Five.”
My pussy was already starting to tighten.
He kept his eyes on me, not needing to watch his movements. “Four.” His fingers reached my clit, rubbing it gently the second he felt my wet folds.
I shivered, my nails clawing into his chest. My hips didn’t move as fast because there was overwhelming stimulation in so many places.
He pressed his face close to mine as his fingers kept working my clit. “Three.” His soft lips were on mine, and he kissed me, controlling my mouth while his fingers played me like a violin. He breathed into my lungs and then pulled my bottom lip between his teeth. He gave a slight nibble before he released them. “Two.”