rolled off me.
Desperate, wanting to come again more than I wanted my next breath, I threw my leg over his, intending to straddle him, but he caught my thigh with his huge hand. “I said, no.”
“Why?”
“Give it a rest, woman.”
Okay, this was bullshit. “Why did you get pierced if you didn’t want to have sex?”
He snorted. “I never said I didn’t want to.”
“Then why not with me?”
His palm landed on my throat and his fingers curled around my neck. His dominance bleeding out, he stroked his thumb over my jaw and across my lips. Then he buried me with his quiet voice.
“My hardware would destroy that tight cunt, woman. I’m not going to hurt you.”
His palm hot on my throat, I swallowed against his firm hold and tried to ignore the swelling of my heart with the seed he’d just planted with his last sentence. “Go slow.”
“No.” His thumb dragged across my lips again, but this time harder.
Feeling his touch all the way to my core, desperate to have his body against mine, I slowly moved my leg over his.
His eyes locked on mine, he didn’t push me away.
My heartrate skyrocketed, my body hummed, and I practically wept with victory. Slow, praying he didn’t stop me, I crawled on top of him.
His nostrils flared and his cock pulsed but his hand remained firm on my throat.
Yearning to taste his dominance, my thighs stretched wide to accommodate his sheer size, desire grew between my legs, and I argued for more. “Say yes.”
His hand tightened but his eyes turned a thousand shades darker. “Don’t push me.”
“I think you like me pushing you,” I challenged. “I think you want someone who can keep up with you.”
“You think too much.” He ground his hips.
My eyes fluttered shut and I moaned before focusing back on him. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me,” I whispered.
It happened so fast, I wasn’t expecting it.
Flipping me on my back, shoving my shirt up, he came down so hard between my legs, I gasped. But then his mouth sealed over one of my nipples as his thick fingers found the other and he bit down.
A half scream, half groan got caught in my throat.
Rough and hard and hot, his tongue swirled around a nipple I was sure would be bruised tomorrow as my legs came up of their own accord. Digging my fingers into his unbelievably perfect ass, I ground my hips against him.
His mouth moved to my other nipple as he caught the one he’d just sucked between his fingers.
Need, more painful than any withdrawals I’d ever experienced, made me start to rock against him. Feeling like a zipper digging in when you dry-fucked a guy with pants on, his piercings rubbed against me through his boxers and my leggings. The sting of pain only making me more turned on, I gripped a handful of his hair and yanked.
His head came up, but he rocked into me. “You on the pill?”
Anticipation raced through my veins in the sweetest rush that was better than any high. “Yeah, but condom.” Air hissed through my teeth on a sharp inhale. “Oh my God, is it going to feel like this inside me?”
“No.” He ground his hips once more and pushed up.
“Wait.” I reached for his huge biceps. “Where are you going?” Did he change his mind?
“Nowhere.” He grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged it over my head. “I don’t have condoms.” His fingers slid between the waistband of my leggings and my stomach as his eyes landed on mine. With a seriousness that was devastatingly carnal, his voice quieted. “You clean?”
His question, his fierce gaze, it shouldn’t have been hot.
But this dominant, controlling, beast of a bodyguard with a pierced cock, dark eyes, and an even darker expression was asking me if I had any STDs, and I couldn’t catch my breath. At the very least, him, this whole conversation, it should’ve been frightening. But the only thing I was afraid of in that moment was him stopping.
“I’m clean,” I promised.
“Same.” His hungry gaze swept over my breasts then he fisted the waist of my leggings. “Off.”
The tremor started in my core and radiated out as my cheeks flushed and my nipples hardened to the point of pain. I lifted my hips and he dragged the cumbersome material down my legs and tossed it aside.
Drinking in every inch of my naked body, he stood from the bed and grabbed himself through his boxers. “On all fours,” he demanded, the shade