His Price(22)

“I have my reasons,” he said, lips hovering just above my cheek. The warm oxygen spread over my skin, pacifying the nerves streaming my insides.

How can I hate this man and still want him? It's wrong! I wanted to slink away, tear myself from his eyes. But I couldn't.

Hegan had me glued in place, my panties wetting to his voice, to his touch. Every inch of me was screaming at myself to stop; but a carnal desire had filled my belly.

I wanted him, wanted to feel him inside me. Maybe it was my alter ego taking control, wanting to send me into a world I never dipped a single toe in. I wasn't sure, but he was everything I hated and all I wanted.

Hegan brought his lips just above my collarbone, barely touching my flesh; but breathing heavy enough so I could feel him there. He forced his presence onto my skin, goosebumps jetting up instantly.

My arms hung by my sides, limp and motionless. I knew it was wrong for me to want him this way, this badly. My head tried to push the pause button, halt the feelings floating up into my body. But I couldn't stop it.

Gripping my wrists, he pulled them into his chest. My fingers rested gently against his hardened muscles, slowly dragging over each mound. Dipping into the creases and trailing down to his abs, his skin was smooth steel, firming with my touch.

My body had betrayed me, quivering to his mouth as it laid a gentle kiss against my throat. I should have been resisting him, instead I molded into his form. Feeling his lips, soft and heated across the small piece of bare skin; my head fell back, eyes closing tight.

“You taste sweet, Babe.” His tongue danced up my neck, reaching my jaw line. “Now I'm wondering how your mouth tastes.” Pressing his lips firmly onto mine, his tongue pushed deep inside my mouth.

And I did what I never expected I would.

I kissed him back, swirling my tongue around his. Heat melded my body, mixing with a raw desire. It swept from my head down to my toes, pooling in the fire growing between my thighs.

What the hell am I doing? What is he doing to me?

This was so out of character for me, so far from the person I was. I felt like Copper had cemented her grip around my soul, driving me into the life I had been hiding and fading into.

But I didn't want to stop, I didn't want him to stop.

Hegan's hands crept up my back, wrenching around my roots and tugging my head back. He stared into my eyes for a brief second, then threw his mouth onto my throat, nipping and biting at my skin.

My lungs had seized, trying to inhale, but getting nothing. I couldn't breathe, every muscle was frozen, resting there for him to caress.

He dropped a single hand, tearing open my top. The buttons did little to keep me concealed. The fabric ripped open easily, exposing my breasts. My nipples were hard, poking through the thin lace fabric of my black bra, his thick fingers thumbed the hardened beads.

A hushed moan fell off of my lips as I dug my nails into his scalp. Tugging hard, I twined deeper inside his hair. “Hegan,” the hot whisper expelled into the air. Arching my back I felt his cock press into my thigh as my legs parted.

“That's it, Babe. You're going to enjoy what's coming next.” Slipping his shorts down, his hard-on bounced out from inside. He palmed the swelling length, squeezing around the base.

I knew I shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be falling into the man who had just told me I was bought like a piece of meat. But everything about him chimed around me, gliding over my skin in waves.

His hand ran across the edge of my jeans, stopping at the zipper. In one swift tug, he tore my pants open. Sliding them over my hips to the floor, panties following them down in unison.

My body was buzzing, electrified and charged. A wild heat burned through my bare thighs, creeping its way up to my chest. I don't think I blinked once the instant his cock was out; engorged and shiny, ready to fill me.

Before I realized it, Hegan slid his hands under my ass, lifting me onto the counter. The cool stone chilled my flesh as he pushed my thighs open. My brain was melting inside my skull, words were lost among the sparks and colors shooting off inside.

Inhaling heavily, my lungs tried to force oxygen down. The new air hit my ribs like hot needles, piercing my breaths between gasps.

Any thought that even tried to brush my mind for him to stop, washed away. I wanted him to fuck me. My pussy was dripping, glistening wet. A white haze had seeped over my eyes, my body craving every inch of his cock.

Dancing my fingers across the thick muscle, I stroked him up to the ridge, padding the tip with one finger. A drip of pre-cum rested at the edge, swirling it over the head, his neck craned back as he moaned loudly. Sweat trickled over his chest, the bare flesh now shining in the light.

Hegan had torn my brain to bits, carving into the muscle, flicking the switch that turned me animalistic. I was lost in him, ready for whatever he threw my way.