Safe With Me, Baby(3)

I only had half a second to appreciate him, but that’s all I needed to see that he was fucking gorgeous. Words written in calligraphy were tattooed across the top of his chest, and along one on his ribs underneath his left pec. Both nipples were pierced with small silver rings, and I wondered just how he would react if I were to suck one into my mouth.

I lost my train of thought, my nails digging into his shoulders as his mouth took mine, hard and long in a delicious kiss. With those sweeps of his tongue and nibbles of my lips, he built the need inside me. I was practically squirming with it when his mouth left mine and moved down to my right breast. He was rough, giving me the edge of his teeth and then soothing the sting with his tongue. His fingers tugged hard at my other nipple, sending streaks of fire straight to my core.

He built the fire inside me until I was pleading with him to take me. “Please.”

“Not yet, baby. I want to make this last. Once I get inside of you, it’s going to be so fucking hard to hold off.”

His head moved lower, his body shifting down the bed. My thighs parted for him, and he pushed my legs over his shoulders. I tried to move them away, feeling too exposed to him, but he gripped them in his strong hands and held me there.

“Let me, baby. I need to taste you.”

“Okay, boss,” I breathed out, earning me a raspy chuckle against my core as he cupped my ass and lifted me off the mattress and straight to his mouth.

“I told you I’d find other reasons for you to call me boss.”

If he was any other man and I was in any other position, I would have kicked his ass for that. Instead, I lifted my hips higher, making it easier for him to devour me. And that’s exactly what he did. With the first swipe of his tongue against me, I was lost.

He growled low in his throat as he fed from me. He used his tongue to suckle me before stabbing deep inside me. I writhed, my fingers clenched in the sheets while he built me higher and higher. Then he added a finger, and my orgasm crashed over me.

“Fuuuck,” I screamed.

“Yes,” he hissed out. “That’s what I intend to do. Fuck your tight little pussy until neither of us can take it anymore.” Then he was gone, sliding his body up and over mine, wedged between my legs. The shadow along his jaw scraped against my skin before he knelt up and positioned his cock against my entrance.

He pushed in, just an inch, and stopped. “Please,” I gasped, jerking my hips up in an attempt to drive him further inside me.

“I love hearing you say please like that, your voice filled with a need only I can fill. But I’m going to love the feel of your tight little pussy around my cock even more.”

He withdrew, his dark eyes on mine, and then he pushed forward again.

Slowly.

“Please.”

Gently.

“More.”

Inch by inch.

“Fuck me!”

My body resisted his invasion as his thick length stretched me. But even as I felt the sting, I also felt empty without him. I was slick with my need, writhing beneath him as my pussy clamped down against him. He rocked his hips, withdrawing partially before giving me what I’d asked for—what I so desperately needed. His mouth crashed down against mine, swallowing my scream as he drove hard and buried himself in me to the hilt.

“Mine,” he growled into my mouth.

My legs slid around his hips, pulling him tighter and holding him in place. He remained still for a little bit, giving me time to get accustomed to his size.

“Breathe, baby.”

“You’re so big.”

“And you’re so fucking tight.” Of course I was. It’d been forever since my one failed experiment at sex—not something I wanted to admit to, or even think about, while he was inside me.

“You ready for more?”

I swiveled my hips and nodded.

“Thank fuck,” he groaned. “Because I’m not going to last long and I want you to come with me.”

He began to thrust, with hard and deep pumps of his hips. Each drive of his body jolted mine against the mattress, but with his big hands pinning my hips in place, I took each stroke as he gave it to me.

“I’m close,” I panted.

He used his thumb, circling my clit and throwing me over the edge. My pussy clamped down on his cock, squeezing him as he slammed home a few more times before planting himself deep and exploding inside me.

“That was fucking amazing.” His voice was raspy as we both tried to catch our breath.

“Mmm,” I agreed, unable to form actual words at that point. I trailed my fingers along his chest and arms, tracing the ink I found there.

His fingers did some exploring of their own, eventually coming to rest on the scar on my belly from my recent bullet wound. “What’s this from?”