My amazing man.
His hand came to my chin and he tilted it so our eyes met. “Baby, are you gonna stop fucking me with your eyes for long enough to get your clothes off?” he asked gruffly.
“There’s nothing stopping you from taking my clothes off while I continue what I’m doing.”
His brows rose, and his lips twitched. As his hands moved to the button on my jeans, he murmured, “You’re lucky I like a woman with some fucking balls.”
Oh god, I really am.
My body lit up with desire at his words and I tried to help him as he roughly stripped me. We needed to hurry this process along because my need for him had intensified. When I stood naked in front of him, he slowed his movements and let his gaze roam over my body. I waited for as long as I could, but he made it near impossible to drag this out for too long. Donovan Brookes was not a man any woman could resist, and I was so far gone on him that he had me ready to go with just a look.
“Donovan, I need you to -”
He cut me off by placing his fingers to my lips and silencing me. His other hand curled around my waist and pulled me closer to him. He bent his face to mine and whispered in my ear, “I need my mouth on your pussy. You good with that?”
I was sure I almost came with all the sensations screaming through me.
Fuck.
He can do that with just his words.
I nodded, and he pushed me backwards against the wall. As he dropped to his knees, I had to wonder what I’d ever done to be rewarded with a man who loved my pussy as much as he did. A moment later, his mouth found me, and I sagged against the wall and closed my eyes, letting him give me pleasure in his favourite way.
His hands gripped my ass and his tongue worked its magic. He’d already gotten me started with his words, though, so it didn’t take him long to make me come. I threaded my fingers through his hair and held tight as the orgasm surged through me.
Donovan moved quickly once I came, and he had me on the bed under him in a matter of moments. His intense stare looked down at me as his cock pushed against my pussy, but he didn’t say anything.
Oh god, he’s gonna fuck me into a state of complete bliss.
Our hunger charged the air around us as we silently watched each other.
This was going to be fast.
Hard.
Shit, I couldn’t wait any longer.
I tilted my hips so his cock slid through my wetness. He hissed and thrust inside me.
Yes.
My arms clung to him as he pulled out and thrust back in, over and over. I shut my eyes and let my body take over as I gave myself to him completely. Donovan could have me to do whatever he wanted with. He owned me, body and soul, and as he fucked me, I savoured the delicious sensations spreading throughout me.
I knew he was chasing something tonight. A release, yes, but there was something else there, too. Usually, he connected with me during sex, with his eyes or his lips. Tonight, there was none of that as he fucked me. He dropped his head next to mine and grunted with each thrust, his movements growing wilder the closer he moved towards his orgasm.
I came, but he kept going, nowhere near coming. Something held him back, and as he kept pushing for it, I opened my eyes and whispered in his ear, “Feel it, baby. Stop thinking.”
I knew he heard me because he grunted louder on the next thrust, and he must have processed it because a couple of thrusts later, he slammed into me and stilled, his body tensing as he roared out his release.
I held onto him until he finally looked up at me. His eyes held all his secrets, and tonight they were telling me how much he was struggling. I laid a hand gently against his cheek and murmured, “Talk to me.”
He stared at me for a moment before rolling off me. Positioning himself on his back with one arm resting under his head, he said, “I killed the man who murdered Ashley, and I thought it would give me peace. I killed my father and thought the same thing.” He stopped talking and turned to look at me. Drawing a ragged breath, he said, “I’m not feeling any kind of fucking peace.”
The fact my man had killed people should have affected me in other ways, but all I could think was he’d rid the world of people who didn’t deserve to be here. But what did affect me was the way he wrestled with every bad thing in his life. It caused him anguish and I wished more than anything that I could take it away for him.
But I couldn’t.
I rolled onto my side and nestled myself against him. I laid my arm across his body, hugging him. We didn’t say anything, but there wasn’t much else to be said. I stayed there with him for a while, but eventually I let him go so I could go to the bathroom and clean up. I pressed a kiss to his lips and murmured, “I’ll be back in a minute.”
His hand ran up and down my back as he said, “Okay, baby.”