“I might hurt you.”
I shook my head, my hair sliding over the soft blanket at my back. “You won’t. You didn’t the last time.”
He groaned, lowered his head and took my lips again. “Oh, what I want to do to you.”
> “What? What do you want to do?” I asked, breathless.
He pushed off the bed and stood, paced back and forth in front of it. I moved so I was kneeling on the bed. “Cord.”
He looked at me with wild eyes. Almost feral. His cock thrust out from his unzipped jeans. Dark and thick, a pulsing vein ran up the length. The crown of it was wide, mushroom shaped. I couldn’t believe that had fit, but it had. I remembered every thick inch of it.
“I’m not scared of you,” I whispered. Or his big cock.
“You should be.”
“Do you know what I want?” I asked, feeling a little bold.
One dark brow went up as his hands settled on his hips.
“I want to see you. All of you.”
From one second to the next, he stripped, toeing off his boots, removed his pants, ripping the buttons on his shirt until he was so big, so bare before me.
“Wow.”
His shoulders were muscled and wide, his waist narrower. Dark hair surrounded flat nipples and tapered to his navel, then into a thin line that went straight to the base of his cock. His legs were massive—one of his thighs was probably the size of my waist. He could hurt me, or at least someone of his size, but not Cord.
“What else do you want?” he asked.
“Your turn,” I replied.
“I want your nightgown on the floor.”
I looked down at myself. I’d forgotten my breast was exposed. I should have felt ashamed, or at least surprised at my lack of modesty, but I couldn’t. Not with him. Not with Riley either, especially after what I’d done with him on the couch.
Grasping the hem, I lifted it up and over my head, let it fall to the floor. Cord reached behind him, flipped the light switch so the lamp beside the bed gave the room a soft glow.
“Do you always wear stuff like that to bed?” he asked.
“Nighties?” I asked.
He repeated the word as if he’d never heard it before. He gave one curt nod.
“Yes.”
“I thought I’d want you naked in bed. Always. But now I’m having second thoughts. That little thing barely covers your ass.”
“They make me feel…pretty.”
“Sweetness, you’re beautiful no matter what you wear. While they make you feel pretty, they make me horny as fuck. You can wear them anytime you want. Except right now. Now, I want you bare. Nothing between us.”
I was kneeling on his bed. Naked. And the way his eyes heated, the way his fists clenched at his sides, made me feel pretty.
“I can see that Riley’s been in you. His cum marks you.”
I glanced down, saw the red whisker burn on my breast, saw and felt the cum on my thighs. I felt it in me, slipping from me a little at a time.
“Is that…is that okay?”