“Barely.”
“Barely’s all I need,” he said, his expression wicked, dirty. He leaned in and kissed me, and I curled my arm around his neck and kissed him in return. I loved the way he kissed me. It was utterly consuming. “Because you took your punishment so good, I’ll let you choose how I fuck you,” he said.
I didn’t want to choose. I didn’t want to think. “How do you want to fuck me?” I asked him instead.
His nostrils flared, and he held me a little tighter. “You’re not ready for the way I want you, cupcake.”
Fire shot through my veins, and somehow, I was more turned on than before. I wanted that. I wanted him to give it to me. “Yes, I am.”
He cupped my breasts over my shirt and massaged as he watched me. “I want to fuck you raw, Addie. Nothing between us, my cock deep in your wet-as-fuck pussy. I want to sit on that chair over there with you in my lap, riding me like your life depends on it, pussy juice all over my thighs and your tits bouncing in my face.”
I stared at him, kind of shocked. Manic was a dirty talker, I’d learned that quickly, but this wasn’t just dirty words, this was what he wanted from me. Though, I got the feeling he was still holding back, that as incredibly hot as that sounded, it wasn’t what he’d truly wanted to say.
He grinned. “I planned on revealing what a dirty fuck I was slowly, but we don’t have time. So you’re gonna get it all while I have you.”
My belly fluttered, my body firing hot all over again. I wanted to please him. I needed it. I ran my hand over his monster chest. “I want that, what you described. Please, Levi.”
He sucked in a rough breath when I used his name. I hadn’t called him that since the last time we were together, it’d felt too intimate, but you couldn’t get much more intimate than this.
His biceps tensed as he climbed off the bed, then strode to the chair. I sat up as he toed off his boots, then his socks, and shucked off his jeans. My gaze slid over him. I loved Manic’s body. He was big everywhere, thick, muscled. His skin was almost completely covered in ink and manscaping wasn’t a word he’d heard of.
Taking him in now, he was every inch the biker mountain man.
He kept his eyes on me as he sat in the chair. “Top off, Addie.”
I stood, pulled it over my head, and tossed it aside.
His thick thighs were spread, that big, beautiful cock jutting out, so hard and ready. He crooked a finger at me, and I stepped between his thighs and put my hands on his shoulders.
“I’m on the pill,” I said, but he hadn’t exactly been celibate.
His hands lifted to my waist and he gripped metight. “Got tested, Addie,” he said before I could ask. “And I haven’t been with anyone since you. Didn’t fuck any club pussy, babe. Fooled around, but I wasn’t into it. Only one girl I wanted.”
“You didn’t sleep with Mercedes?”
His gaze locked on mine. “No.”
My heart did another stupid flip and I straddled him. The chair was wide, and I rose up on my knees, so my breasts were at his chin and reached back, undoing my bra.
Manic’s hands covered my breasts a moment later, massaging, pinching my nipples. He didn’t say anything, didn’t direct me. He waited. I don’t know why I was suddenly nervous, but the way he watched me, so intense and hungry, had me panting all over again. I trembled as I leaned in and kissed him.
He grabbed me instantly, one hand in my hair, the other gripping my aching ass, and he hauled me closer so I was plastered against him. The kiss was out of control, and I let it pull me out of my head. I didn’t want to think about anything serious or sad or scary. I just wanted to feel.
So I reached around and gripped his hard length, trembling harder when he growled, and lowered myself. The head of his cock, hot and thick, brushed against my opening, and I applied more pressure.
The fat head slipped inside, stretching me, forcing a gasp from my lips.
“Fucking tight,” he said against my mouth. “That’s it, baby, take it all, let me fill you up good.”
He did; he filled me so incredibly good. He was so big and, like last time, it was a bit of a struggle taking all of him, but I loved it. I rested my head on his shoulder as my inner muscles adjusted and fluttered around him.
Manic rubbed my back, then his fingers were in my hair, and he fisted lightly, making me lift my head.
He pressed his forehead to mine. “That tight-as-fuck pussy was made for me, Addie. Now show me how much you missed having me inside you.”
My breath was choppy and my heart beat madly. I’d missed him so much.
And yeah, I was going to show him.