Rely on Me - Elizabeth Knox Page 0,38

I don’t wanna force this on you. You’ve been through so much the last few days.”

I feel tears welling behind my eyes, seeing how the man before me puts my every need before his. It makes my heart swell with those giddy little feelings you get as a teenager, usually on your first big crush. I smile lightly, running my hand against his cheek. The bristles of his beard are soft from how well kept he keeps it. “Fredrik, I want to do this.” I declare, looking into his eyes until he processes what I’ve said.

“I’m not a gentle man, Mouse. You’re gonna have to show me . . . how to treat you the way you deserve.”

“Don’t fret, Fredrik. You won’t break me.” I tell him, pressing a chaste kiss to his mouth.

Removing my arm from around his neck, I take my sweater off and toss it on the ground, leaving me in a mint green balconette bra. Fredrik’s eyes float down and it’s obvious he likes what he sees. He licks his bottom lip, gnawing a bit as well.

I don’t know if his heart is pounding a mile a minute, but mine sure is. There’s so much anticipation. “I hate to ask you this, but . . . have you been tested lately?” I ask him.

“Nah, not lately. Don’t worry, I’ll wrap my shit up for you. I’ll go get tested after all this is done too, ‘cause fuck . . . I wanna ram my cock so deep inside you. I don’t want anything between us.”

Heat swarms in my core at his words.

Mammoth sets me down until my feet touch the ground and I shimmy out of my jeggings, starting to go for my matching thong, but he quickly kneels on the ground. Hooking a thumb under the material, he slides it down my legs until I kick it off. His nostrils flare as he inhales my scent, leaving chaste kisses on my upper thigh and finally on my lower lips.

With his left hand he takes two fingers and spreads them apart, dragging his tongue around my labia until he starts French kissing my clit. I lean further back against the wall and moan lightly, “Oh,”

The clinking of metal indicates he’s working on his pants, and the sound of a zipper going down fills the air. I glance down, hoping I’d see something, but I don’t see anything besides his eyes looking up to me as he takes his mouth from my clit and heads toward my entrance. He pushes it past, darting inside me and the feeling is indescribable. He’s fucking me with his tongue, groaning like a starved animal.

I watch as his right hand makes motions between the both of us. I’m certain he’s giving himself a hand job right now.

Fredrik removes his tongue from me and heads back to my clit, striking just the tip. It sends what feels like electric volts through my body. “I don’t want to wait anymore,” I tell him, loving the way he’s trying to shower me with affection and caresses, but dammit, I need him inside me.

He chuckles, digs into the right pocket of his jeans and pulls out a condom. Within a second he’s standing up, sliding it over his cock . . . which is massive. It’s fat and long. Instead of being afraid I’m excited, knowing whenever he fucks me I’ll always feel it the next day. Of course, I should’ve known he’d have a fat cock . . . I mean, look at him. He’s massive everywhere else too.

His cock twitches as I stare, “I think he likes you,”

I smirk, going over to the bed and down on my knees, wanting him to enter me from behind. He takes my initiative and I feel body heat oozing off him as he grows closer. His cock presses up against my ass until he lines it up with my entrance and slowly starts to force himself in. “I’ll be as gentle as I can,” He whispers against my ear.

I turn my head to the right, trying to make eye contact with him. “I don’t need you to be gentle, Fredrik. Fuck me the way you want. Fuck me like I’m yours.”

He wraps his left hand around my throat, presses his lips right against my ear and hisses. “You are mine. Don’t forget that, Mouse. I’ll be a nasty motherfucker with you some days, and others I’ll try to be lighter. It’s my choice, ‘cause I wanna