He lets me go and spins me around, pressing my back against a wall. “Paris...” He tugs on the bow of my slip and looks into my eyes. “Tell me you want me.”
I can’t speak. My heart is seconds away from falling out of my chest and all my thoughts have dissolved.
As if he can sense that I’m incapable of talking, he gently presses his lips against mine, whispering, “Say it.”
“Yes...” I feel his hands slipping underneath the silk and cupping my br**sts.
“Yes, you want me, or yes I have to ask you to say it again?”
I suck in a breath as he presses his dick against my thigh, as he lowers his head and kisses my neck.
“Yes...” I whisper. “Yes, I...I want you.”
His lips suddenly land on mine and he loops his arms around my waist, gently lifting me off the floor.
Consumed by his kiss, I wrap my legs around him—murmuring as he carries me back into his room. Without taking his lips off mine, he reaches into a drawer and pulls out a condom.
He bites my bottom lip hard before setting me down onto floor—keeping his mouth locked on mine as he puts it on.
I’m panting, trembling in anticipation, and as he pulls me close again I tilt my chin up to kiss his lips, but he spins me around and bends me over.
Before I can take another breath, he slides his dick into me—making me scream.
“Is this how you want to be f**ked?” he whispers, pulling me back by my hair, forcing himself into me again and again.
“Yessss!” I brace my hands against the floor, trying to steady myself, but it’s no use. He’s controlling this—he’s controlling me, and he’s not letting me set the pace.
As I give in, he grips my waist and slowly moves me upright, never stopping his thrusts. His hands move up to my br**sts and squeeze my ni**les, pinching them so hard that I cry out even louder. I feel his lips on the back of neck, feel his teeth digging into my skin, and I damn near lose control.
“Blake...”
“Yes?” One of his hands trails past my stomach—straight to my clit. Using his thumb, he gently circles it as he continues to pound into me. “You said something?”
“Fuck, Blake...”
“Fuck me?” He stops mid thrust. He grabs my hair and tilts my head back. “Is that what you said?”
My breathing is erratic. I can’t get a single word out so I simply shake my head.
“You’re not enjoying this?” He pulls out of me. “I’m not f**king you rough enough?”
“No...” I try to catch my breath. “That’s not what I mean...I meant—”
I don’t get a chance to finish because the next thing I know, he’s picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder, carrying me into the master bedroom. The one I’ve been occupying.
He tosses me onto the bed, and then he pulls me to the edge by my legs. “I’m not doing this right?”
“Blake...” My chest is heaving. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?” He lifts my legs and places them around his waist.
“I meant—” I gasp as he slides into me, as he bends down to bite my ni**les.
Staring into my eyes, he doesn’t say another word. He slides deeper and deeper, and with each scream I let out he squeezes my ass.
There are no kisses, no soft caresses, no sweet murmurs from his mouth. He’s just f**king me.
And I’m loving every second of it.
I moan each time he slaps my skin with his palm, each time he tells me I “feel so f**king good,” and each time he prevents me form taking control.
As tremors start to build inside of me and my legs start to shake, I shut my eyes. I try to pull away from him, try to move my legs from around his waist, but he doesn’t let me.
He holds my thighs in place and kisses my stomach—licking his way from my navel to my br**sts, and before he can reach my lips, I let go. Screaming.
My entire body is shaking in ways I can’t even begin to explain, and no matter how hard I try to control it I can’t. I’m coming again and again and again, and he’s still torturing me with his tongue, still holding my legs captive.
Shit...
I feel his release shortly after, and then I feel him collapsing on top of me.
Seconds later, he rolls off of me and stands up—walking away.
He’s leaving? Just like that?
I’m too elated to be upset right now, but once this euphoria wears off, the “wham bam thank you ma’am” realization may hurt a little.
On my back, I scoot across the mattress until my head hits the headboard. I’m about to shut my eyes and replay what just happened, but I feel Blake sliding into bed next to me.
He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me on top of him. “Does that take care of numbers five and eight?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“I didn’t have an orgasm.”
“You had four.”
I blush. “Yes...That should um, take care of those numbers...”
“Good to know.” He smiles and brushes a strand of hair away from my face. “Are you sore?”
“A little...”
Kissing my lips, he grabs my hand and slides it down his thigh—placing it onto his hardened dick.
I gasp as he uses my hand to rub it up and down.