Chapter 21
“Fuck,” I gasp, my fists twisting the sheets as he slams into me from behind. The sound of his body slamming into mine fills the room.
We don’t have a safe word. This is so intense. Part of me wants to say stop. I know he would if I said it. He’s not like the other guy. But the other part, the louder part, wants to see how far he’ll push me—how far I’ll let him.
My head jerks back as he yanks my hair by the roots. I gasp, and my spine arches.
“You have the best fucking pussy,” he growls into my ear. “Don’t give this to just anybody. Make them fucking earn it.”
The words rip through me like both a warning and a worship. I hate how much I like hearing that from him. He’s right. Everything he just said is true and somehow … caring?
I exhale loudly, barely able to hold all the sensations in. My scalp tingles from the pull, my chest is flushed, my heart fluttering.
He releases my hair and shoves my face into the mattress. It’s rough but not cruel.
And I smile. I fucking smile. I don’t even know why. Maybe it’s because I’ve never been manhandled like this—or maybe it’s because I’ve never wanted someone to toss me around this much.
He groans, deep and low, as he thrusts hard again. That sound makes my pussy clench.
“Baby girl,” he grunts, thrusting harder, plowing into me. Then, a flash of pain courses through me as he lands a slap on my ass. The sound practically echoes off the walls.
I nearly ask what was that for? but his words fill the air.
“You’re thinking too much. Focus on coming on my cock.”
I don’t know if I can.
“Please, baby,” he says, slowing his rhythm.
The tone change makes me smirk. He’s begging now?
His hand slides around me, two fingers landing on my clit. I jolt at the contact, already oversensitive yet wanting more.
“Tell me you’re going to come on my cock,” he demands.
I bite my lip, his fingers circling, building. My body’s teetering, but something still holds me back.
“No games,” he says. “Fucking tell me.”
“I want to,” I whisper, “but I don’t know if I can.”
He pauses just enough to murmur, “You mean you never have?”
“Yeahhh …” I say, slow and uncertain, raking through past hookups in my head. Maybe once. Or maybe I faked it.
He leans into me, his chest against my back, heat radiating off his skin.
His breath hits my ear. “Why are you so fucking perfect?”
I blink. That makes me perfect?
My throat tightens—not from pressure this time, but from something worse: emotion. I’ll remember him forever.
Limerence. My therapist gave me that word. I’ll obsess. Rewind. Wonder what if.
But this is just a fuck. You’re not going to date an old-ass man, Morgan. Be so fucking for real right now.
“I’ll love having this title,” he says, pulling out of me. I blink again, trying to refocus, but then he effortlessly flips me over, draping my legs over his shoulders as his blue eyes pin me down.
“I think you need instructions,” he says, palming his erection and dragging it over my entrance. “So, I’m going to tell you how to come on my cock.”
“Yes, Daddy,” slips out of my mouth before I can think.
It shocks me, heat racing across my skin as my cheeks burn. I think my whole body is blushing. That word wasn’t some roleplay thing. That was raw. I’ve only ever said it with an edge before. Sarcastic, joking. I’ve never said it like this.
He pauses, lips parting slightly. “Stop thinking so hard and just listen, baby girl.”
Then, he pushes into me, slow and full, until I feel everything, every claiming inch.
“You’ve done so fucking good all night,” he says, steady as he thrusts. “Just give in one more time.”
I nod, his voice silencing my thoughts and turning me on more.
“You’re going to come on my cock, baby girl. I don’t give a fuck how long it takes. You’re doing it.”
“Okay,” I say softly.
“I want to hear different words,” he says with a cocky smirk.
My lips twitch, knowing what he wants to hear. “Yes, Daddy,” I pant.
He grumbles, his eyes signaling how much he likes that word, and then slides two fingers back to my clit.
We hold eye contact as he moves slowly in deliberate strokes.
He pulls almost all the way out before plunging back in.
I bite my lip, beyond turned on, and enjoy the sensation of him filling me.
“Close your eyes, baby girl.”
I flick my lids shut as a smile spreads across my face.
“Gorgeous,” he breathes, and then his hand loosely rests around my neck. “Maybe you need to be choked again. Maybe you need it rough to fall apart.”
I like the idea of him choking me again. My hand lifts, finding his at my neck. I give it a squeeze.
“I’m in control,” he whispers.
Then, his mouth crashes to mine, all tongue and teeth, urgent. My knees press to my shoulders as he fucks into me hard, his fingers still circling my clit, soft and fast.
“Ask nicely,” he growls.
“Choke me,” I pant, winded. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please, Daddy.”
His thrusts slow as his grip around my neck tightens. “I like how that sounds coming from you, baby girl.”
He speeds up his fingers on my clit, pressing just the right way in just the right rhythm.
“Tell me when you’re close. I’ll cut off your air then. Until that moment, I’ll fuck you just like this, building you up.”
My breath comes in shaky gasps as my whole body trembles. The orgasm is right there, climbing, climbing—
This one will shatter me. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come tonight, and already, I know no other guy has made me come this much, this hard. I don’t think I’ll ever come like this again.
I want to come on this cock. His cock.
“Yeah,” I pant as my body trembles harder. “I’m clos—”
Before I finish the word, I can’t breathe. His big hand suffocates me while he thrusts slow and deep.
“Come for me,” he grunts. “When you do, I’ll fill you up. You’re going to be dripping with me.”
I attempt to hum, loving his voice and words, but nothing comes out. My vision gets spotty—I should feel scared, right? But I trust him, and all I feel is the orgasm building. I bite my lip, and he kisses me deep.
“Now,” he commands, releasing my neck, and I shudder.
Gasping in fresh air, I feel myself contracting around his cock. As my vision returns, all I see is this man staring at me like no man has ever before. He’s in awe, and yet I feel owned. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, then pulls out and tosses me to my stomach.
He grips my hips, yanking them back, and slams into me again. With me on all fours, his dick hits the top of my pussy again and again. He fucks me hard, bottoming out each time. I’m screaming, whining, making sounds I’ve never made, completely overstimulated.
He grunts, and then the thrusts slow. Satisfied sounds come from him as his hands run down my back.
I collapse into the bed, closing my eyes, basking in the euphoria.
“Pushing this back in, baby girl,” he says as two fingers enter me, “so you can smell me tomorrow.”
I close my eyes, internally screaming. He is fucking nasty. No, we are nasty. Cue the I’ve been a nasty girl audio, because I am smiling too much right now.