Chapter 29 #4
He tipped his head back to the ceiling and groaned. “I can’t…”
My brows crashed together at the rejection.
He clocked it and sat up, tugging me with him so I was sitting upright on the bed. “It’s not because I don’t want you. After everything I’ve told you tonight, I hope you never doubt it.”
“Then what is it?”
He hesitated. “Not every aspect of my reputation was wrong. I told you that day at the beach that I have certain...” He paused, licking his lips, “Certain tastes in the bedroom.”
I paused. “What? And I’m not one of them?”
“You’re more than one of them. I want to fuck you every which way from Sunday. You star in every single one of my fantasies, Dempsey. It’s just that I’m not…”
I waited, expectant.
“... gentle. And I don’t want that for our first time alone together.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and straddled him, determined to change tact. “So fuck me slowly then. Force yourself to be gentle if it means you can finally be inside me. You can fuck me hard and rough tomorrow.”
His eyes darkened, his fingers tightening on my body, and I grinned. Something told me getting rough with Boston was going to be one hell of a good time for me.
He leaned in, a soft brush of his lips over my cheek making me shiver. “I can be gentle with you. I want to be gentle with you.”
There was something teeth-achingly sweet about a guy the size of Boston agreeing to be gentle with me, but I didn’t have time to focus on it because he gripped my body and tossed me on the bed, making me laugh. “If that’s your idea of gentle, we need to rethink some things.”
He almost smirked. “I’ll be gentle, baby. With you and only you.”
I melted at him calling me baby. I wanted to hear it over and over again.
He stood at the end of the bed, taking his time to undress me until I was lying naked before him. He stripped off his own clothes, then he climbed onto the bed, covering me with his large body.
He hesitated, watching me.
“Please, get inside me right now or I’m getting up and walking out in protest, and you won’t see me naked again for at least a year as punishment. I can be really stubborn when I want to be.”
He smiled back at me, the first real smile I think I’d ever seen from him, and I pulled his face to mine, kissing him.
His tongue thrust into my mouth, making me groan at my need for him.
His fingers slid between my folds, parting me and slicking over my center.
Then he positioned himself over me, thrusting in deep.
“Fuck, Boston!” I cried out at being thoroughly filled.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded, biting my bottom lip at the feeling of having him inside me.
“I’ve just never… you’re really big.”
He stilled, planting a kiss on my nose. “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
I grinned in surprise. Had the brutal enforcer just kissed me sweetly and made a joke? And while he was deep inside me, no less. I didn’t get the chance to call him out on it because he slid out part of the way and thrust back inside, making me lose all sense of myself.
“Jesus,” I moaned, my back arching against him. “I need more.”
He did it again, my body inching up the bed with every thrust. And he was going slowly…what the hell was it going to be like when he picked up the pace?
“More, Boston,” I demanded.
His hips moved faster, pulling out and sliding into me, over and over. My core gushed, clenching around him as his breaths grew heavy.
“Dempsey, baby… you’ve got to stop clenching or I’m going to bust way too soon.”
I tightened my arms around his neck, clinging to his giant body. “What if that’s what I want?”
He hooked an arm around my waist, bringing me upright with him until he was on his knees on the bed with me straddling him. “Then I’ll give it to you.”
With one arm wrapped around my torso, the other gripping my hip, he bounced me on his cock like I weighed nothing at all, his hips thrusting upwards with every down motion on my hips.
“Oh my god, Boston, you fucking asshole,” I moaned, biting down on his shoulder.
He shook with what had to be laughter.
“Stop fucking laughing.” I panted, unable to catch my breath. “I’m going to come so hard.”
He thrust up and I moaned again, and again, and again. Pleasure built inside me, my pussy clenching him with every rock of his hips, until I couldn’t fight it a second longer.
Color exploded in my vision and pleasure crashed inside me, slamming into me as hard as Boston was. I spasmed around him and he groaned, deep and guttural.
“Fuck, Dempsey.”
He spilled inside me, his cock pulsing against my walls, and I clung to him through it all.
When we were both spent, we fell back on the bed, wrapped up in each other. We were silent for a long while.
Eventually, he reached out to brush the hair from my face. “Thank you.” His tone was more earnest than I’d ever seen him.
“For the orgasm?”
He shook his head. “For deeming me worthy of you.”
I wrapped my arms tight around him, determined to show him with my body how much I felt for him in this moment.
We fell asleep that way.