Chapter 6
Marjorie
By the time we’ve collected our luggage from the truck and wheeled it down the street to the B I’m issuing one of my own. “I dare you to fuck me with everything you’ve got!”
Before the words are even out, he’s on top of me. He plunges inside me, filling me so fully, so completely, that it almost hurts. Then he begins to move within me, slowly in and out, giving me time to adjust to his size.
“Faster,” I beg. “Harder.”
He releases a primal moan as he does as I ask, taking me with reckless abandon. I wrap my legs around him, and he shifts to move my ankles to his shoulders, pummeling me deeper than I’ve ever been fucked before. I cry out in pleasure and pain, digging my fingernails into his arms as he slams into me again and again.
And when we’re finished, and we’ve both collapsed against the sheets, I know I was right: when it comes to Oz, I’m completely, utterly helpless. I stare at his beautiful face long after he falls asleep. Then I kiss him lightly on the lips, not wanting to wake him.
“Love me, Oz Metzer,” I whisper. “I double-dog dare you.”