“Turn over,” he ground out. “Now,” he hissed.
Excitement erupted inside of me as I flipped onto my back. I didn’t know what to expect and didn’t even care. I trusted this man completely and was eager for all the things he’d show me, for every experience he’d give me.
“Put this under your stomach,” he instructed, grabbing a pillow and smacking my ass.
I snatched the pillow from his hands and did as I was told, propping the pillow under me and lifting my hips.
“Give me that ass,” he demanded as his big hands glided over my ass. “Goddamn,” he muttered. “Clutch the pillow and stick that ass in the air,” he instructed.
I hugged the pillow to my middle and spread my legs, my ass propped in the air and his hands found my hips, dragging me against him. He didn’t ease in like the times before instead, he slammed his cock into me. I felt full, ready to burst as I pushed my ass against his pelvis and he continued to crash his hips against me.
“That what you want, Lace?” He ground out, letting go of my hips and cupping my breasts in his big palms forcing me to arch my back.
“God, yes,” I croaked, glancing down at his tattooed hands that covered my pale flesh.
“Got the sweetest cunt. You want to come baby girl?” He questioned breathless before he pulled his cock out from me.
“Blackie,” I protested, but before I could say another word he flipped me onto my back.
“Want to see your pretty face,” he explained, maneuvering my legs so one rested on his shoulder and the other tucked against his side.
A fresh sheen of sweat glistened over his body, his hair still wet from the shower fell recklessly around his face and his eyes darkened as he pushed into me.
He was beautiful.
And he was mine.
No one would take that away from me.
No maker.
No one.
I knew he was close by the way his face contorted and his pace quickened. Yet, he was determined to get me off rotating my hips. Each swirl of my hips had my clit grinding against him, giving me the friction I needed to fall off the edge. I tried to sit up and reach for him, finally succeeding as my hands took purchase of his hips. I hung on for dear life as I felt my orgasm take over my body.
“So fucking pretty when she comes,” he groaned. “Shit!” He pulled away but my hands grabbed his ass and forced him back. He’s pulled out every time since that first time, covering me in his release and while it’s hot as hell and I get off on it I wanted to know what it felt like for him to be inside me when he came.
It was safe, but he didn’t know that.
“I’m on the pill,” I said, breathlessly as I lifted my eyes to his. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I chanted, circling my hips as I tried to hang on to control. “Blackie!” I screamed as I dropped my head against his chest.
He cupped my chin, forcing my head back so our eyes met.
“Said, I want to see your face and fuck, girl, you’re going to look at me when I come inside you,” he declared. “Eyes up here,” he insisted, pointing his index and middle finger at his eyes.
It was like an out-of-body experience—looking into the eyes of the man I never thought I’d have, sharing one of the most intimate moments between a man and a woman.
“Keep ‘em open,” he hissed, fighting to keep his eyes open too, pumping me one last time and filling me with his release.
I’m pretty sure I fell even harder for him, something I didn’t think was possible.
He bent his head and took my mouth with his, kissing me tenderly.
I fell harder.
Even harder.
I was gone.
His hips slowed as he pulled away from my mouth and took a deep breath.
“See,” I rasped in between breaths. “You can keep up,” I tried to laugh, but it wound up becoming a lazy smile because I was too exhausted to even laugh.
But he did.
He actually chuckled before he kissed my cheek loudly as my leg dropped from his shoulder and he released the other. They dropped onto the mattress with a thud, everything ached and I loved every minute of it.
I whimpered as his cock left me, wondering if we could stay intertwined like that forever. He flipped onto his back and collapsed next to me, trying to catch his breath.
I reached for his hand, addicted to his touch and laced our fingers together as we laid in silence, listening to one another breathe.
“Can’t let you go,” he said so low I barely heard him.
I turned to him, nervously as he kept his eyes trained on the ceiling.
“What?” I questioned hoarsely.
He waited a beat before turning his cheek and staring back at me.
“You asked me before I left what will happen with us,” he started.
Here it comes.
No.
“You’re my girl, Lacey. Ain’t nobody in this world I want other than you,” he said.
“But?” I whispered.
“But Jack finding out isn’t what I’m worried about,” he revealed.