Chapter Nineteen
H e surged .
His giant cock in one hand, his body a work of muscled perfection, his face a storm of anger and determination, he grabbed my ankle and pulled.
My still smarting ass slid across the bed.
He brought the head of his cock to my entrance and stilled. “Period,” he demanded.
“I— oh my God .” My core pulsed with aching need. “Um, two weeks ago?” Maybe. I think.
His rough palm on my inner thigh, he stroked the length of me without entering. “You like that? My cock bareback against your cunt?” He rubbed hard against my clit. “You fucking feel that? From your clit all the way to your hard-as-fuck nipples?”
Holy.
Shit .
He didn’t wait for an answer, because he knew. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
“Is this what you wanna look at?” He bit out, fisting himself. “My cock sinking inside you?”
“Yes,” I panted, more desperate than I’d ever been.
“Then fucking say it,” he growled.
That’s when it hit me.
This alpha, unwavering, dominant man needed me to give him permission. All the back-and-forth, all the questions, all of his bluster and crude words, he was still giving me a choice. This was my call. Despite everything he’d said, I was in control.
My whole body shivered in that knowledge, and anticipation soaked my core. “Come closer,” I whispered.
His chest rose with a sharp inhale. “Not an answer.”
“Fuck me bareback, Falcon.”
He thrust.
Hard and fast and punishing, he sank to the hilt, and a fullness I’d never felt stretched me to the point of pain. My hands flew to his hard thighs, and I cried out as he groaned.
One hand on my hip, the other on my nape, he forced my head up and unleashed a command. “Look.”
My gaze traveled down his six-pack, to his strong, muscled thighs as he kneeled between my legs, then dropped lower to his thick, vein-popping shaft buried almost all the way inside me.
Oh my God .
My nails dug into his flesh and I shivered.
His hand fisted in my wet hair as his hips slammed into mine. “Goddamn lock and key,” he muttered, staring at where our bodies were joined.
Holy shit, he was big. “What?” My voice shook.
Green-brown eyes dark with something I didn’t understand cut to my gaze. Staring at me, he pulled out a few inches then slammed back in and repeated himself. “Lock and key.”
His hips ground against my clit and I groaned. Lock and key. Lock and key . The phrase looped through my head, but his assault on my body eclipsed all its meaning, and I simply stared at the joining of our bodies.
Falcon Gunther was inside me.
Me, the farm girl who had no experience with men but could smile for the cameras and command a seven-figure paycheck. Except that money had never felt more insignificant than it did right now.
Huge and looming and alpha, and so, so dominant that I couldn’t take it all in, Falcon “Tank” Gunther was all man. Except I could take it in. My poor pussy both aching and quivering for more, I wanted to drown in this. I wanted to drown in him. I wanted every single ounce of dominance he was offering and more.
Not understanding what I was asking for, I sealed my fate. “Harder.”
It was as if I pulled a trigger.
He moved that fast.
His huge hands cupped my ass and he stood. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my back hit the cold wall. Grasping my thighs, he started thrusting. But he wasn’t just fucking me. He was staring at himself going in and out of me like he was transfixed.
My pussy on fire from being both stretched and pounded, my nipples aching, my body trembling, I held on to his neck, but suddenly, it wasn’t enough. “Tank,” I panted.
His sharp gaze cut to mine.
I didn’t hesitate. I leaned forward to kiss him.
He dropped his hold on one of my thighs and grasped my throat as his forearm landed between my breasts. My head against the wall, he pinned me in place.
His expression locked down. “Did I tell you to kiss me?”
Shocked, my mouth opened, but no words came out.
“Did I say you could touch me?”
What the…? “Are you serious?”
His steely gaze unforgiving, he didn’t so much as blink, but his huge cock pulsed inside me.
I fought a groan. “I can’t kiss you?”
He ground his hips. “You want to come.”
It wasn’t a question, so I didn’t answer it, but I dropped the leg he’d let go of.
His nostrils flared, and he raised an eyebrow. “Change your mind?”
I didn’t know what the hell kind of game he was playing, and I wasn’t sure I ever would. Intuition, instinct, I didn’t know which, but something was telling me that this man was either deeply wounded or completely emotionally detached. It didn’t matter which. I was never going to win with him. And having him inside me was only playing with my emotions. I didn’t need that kind of false hope.
“Put me down, Falcon.” Despite begging him only moments ago for exactly what he was giving me, I was suddenly tired, of everything. How could I fuck a man who wouldn’t even let me kiss him?
Ignoring me, he leaned closer. “What pisses you off more? That you’re not in control or that I didn’t let you kiss me?”
His cock still buried deep inside me, his hand on my throat, the cold tone of his voice—I should’ve been afraid. But I wasn’t. In fact, I realized it wasn’t exhaustion I was feeling. I was pissed off. “Your shiny newness is wearing off.” Suddenly in touch with my anger, I let my gaze drift down his body. “Muscles or not…” I looked back at him. “Your game is played out.”
“I don’t play games.”
I didn’t hold back. “That’s exactly what you do. You can’t even fuck normally. You’d bleed out on a power trip before you let someone kiss you, let alone give up a single ounce of control. And seriously? It would’ve been a kiss, not a commitment.” I glanced down again. “Which is ironic considering you’re taking the risk of fucking me without a condom. Which could lead to one hell of a lot more of a commitment than a kiss if you fuck up.”
His jaw clenched. “Your wet cunt’s constricting all over my cock, your nipples are hard as fuck, and you groan every time I so much as breathe near you.”
“So?”
“You’re bitching me out, but you’re not gonna tell me to pull out?”
Indignant, I scoffed. “I told you to put me down.”
“Tell me to stop fucking you,” he challenged.
We glared at each other .
His chest rose and fell steadily, my heart pounded, and a thousand thoughts ran through my head. Did I win if I told him to fuck off? Did I one up him if I told him to pull out? Would I have a shred of dignity left if I let him fuck me till I came?
In the end, none of it mattered.
My traitorous pussy pulsed, and a condescending tip up of the corner of his mouth sealed my fate.