Dani went all-out tonight—for me.
Black silk hugs her tight curves—the barely-there panties emphasizing her long legs and the bra pushing her chest up to the fucking ceiling with every breath she takes. The vast expanse of exposed skin on her stomach is taut and absofuckinglutely perfect in the soft candlelight. Her eyes lock on mine and never waver. I’ve never seen her look so determined. It’s clear she’s on a mission.
Shit.
My girlfriend thinks she needs sexy lingerie in order to get me to fuck her. Dani should never have to question how much I want her, need her. The fact she went to these lengths only assures me I need to get my shit in order and now.
She approaches me slowly; each step she takes closer has my heart racing more.
Jesus, she’s a fucking goddess.
When she reaches me, she doesn’t say anything, just grins before she leans down to kiss me. I’m expecting something hot, deep, and probing, but I get the opposite. Her lips barely graze mine before she pulls back and turns to crawl up on the bed.
She stretches out and I turn my chair so I’m facing her.
“You going to join me up here?” Her voice holds promise and expectation.
Tonight’s the night.
This needs to happen now. I’ve pussed out long enough. Time to man up.
I try to keep my trepidation off my face as I join her on the bed. She watches me closely and as soon as I’m settled, she reaches for my belt. A laugh bubbles up from my chest and her eyes flip up to meet mine in question.
“What’s so funny?”
I run my hand up her arm and push her hair back from her face. “Is there something you want, Dani?”
Her lips drop into a slight frown and she glares at me. “Are you really going to make me say it?”
I chuckle and bring her face to mine, pressing my lips to hers to silence her protest and take the frown away. When I pull away, I smile and nod. “Yes.”
She scowls and returns to her task, yanking my belt from my pants and tossing it on the floor beside the bed before going in for the button and zipper.
The room is dark enough I’m confident she won’t see much if I let her fully remove my pants and if we’re really going to do this tonight, I don’t have much of a choice. I shift and help her slide my pants off, leaving me in my boxer-briefs and button-down shirt.
Instead of reaching up to start unbuttoning it, she grabs the lapels and yanks, hard. Buttons go flying across the room as they’re ripped from the fabric.
“Damn, Danika, impatient for something?”
She swings her leg across my waist and leans in until her mouth is against my right ear. “You want me to say it?”
I nod.
“Fine, I’ll say it. You. I’m desperate for you. I need to feel you inside me. Having you in my mouth isn’t enough. I need your cock inside my pussy, now.”
Sweet fuck. Her dirty talk practically has me ready to blow.
I’m hard as granite.
Maybe I can really do this.
Her tongue slips along the rim of my ear and I tremble, my fingers digging into her hips. She slides her right hand down over my stomach and under the elastic of my boxers until she finds my engorged flesh. She grasps me and her tongue dips into my ear, sending me even closer to the edge of control. I want to be inside her even more than she wants it, I can guarantee that.
Nothing is going to stop this tonight. I’ve got this under control.
Her hand strokes my cock and then squeezes around it. “I need to feel this big cock of yours pounding into me until I can’t take it anymore.”
He stills under me and turns his head away with a quick jerk.
“Savage? What’s wrong?”
His hand finds my wrist and he yanks me off his cock while his eyes avert mine.
Oh, no…I am NOT getting rejected again.
“Savage?” I pull my hand from his grip and move to turn his face to mine, but before I can, he grabs my waist and lifts me off him, setting me on the bed to his side. “Woah, what the fuck?”
Is this seriously happening?
“Sorry,” he says, glancing back at me over his shoulder as he lifts himself back into his chair. “I’m not feeling well all of a sudden. It must be something I ate.”
Before I can formulate a response, he’s across the room and the bathroom door slams shut, effectively preventing any further questioning.
Did he actually pull the “I have a headache” excuse?
I slump down onto the bed and grab the nearest pillow, pulling it down over my face so I can scream into it without making Gabe think Savage is murdering me in here.
It feels good.
Cathartic.
When I bring the pillow away and take a deep breath, the cool air helps calm me, but only marginally.
I just don’t fucking get it. Five hundred dollars of La Perla and it got me exactly nowhere! He couldn’t get away from me fast enough.
Is this some game for him? Some way to still exert his dominance? He strings me along but doesn’t seal the deal?