He let her nipple go, palming her breast again. This time the touch was soft. “You are sweet. I know the world keeps telling you you’re not, but they don’t matter. What people say doesn’t matter. All that matters is what’s between us, what you want. I know exactly what I want and that’s to prove how fucking sweet you are.”
He stepped back, and suddenly the crop came down again, smacking over her ass and the backs of her thighs. Then he tossed the crop away, and she felt his fingers slide under the strings of her thong. The delicate material ripped, and he tossed it away, too.
“That wasn’t cheap, Michael.”
“It doesn’t matter since you don’t need it now.” He moved around her again, pulling his T-shirt off to reveal his chest. He was so broad and masculine. She loved how big he was compared to her, loved how muscular he was. She definitely loved the hungry look in his eyes. When he looked at her like that it wasn’t hard to believe he truly wanted her, and for more than just sex. She’d had many men look at her as a sexual object, but something about Michael’s hunger went deeper.
“You can’t make me not wear underwear. Even here.” It was perverse, but she couldn’t stop arguing with him.
“I think you’ll learn when I rip every pair up and you’re left with none.” His eyes seemed to burn through her. “Now do you want to argue with me or do you want me to get on my knees and eat your pussy until you scream?”
She went quiet because there was no reason to argue about that. If his mouth was on her, he couldn’t keep talking. And when she had her orgasm, when he got up and started to fuck her, when his cock was so hard he couldn’t breathe, she would say her safe word and walk away.
She would use him like he’d used her.
He crowded her, one hand going to the back of her neck, and then his mouth was on hers. His tongue dominated hers.
She would use him.
“That’s better.” His forehead touched hers. “But know every second I’m with you is the best part of my day. Every second I’m with you I’m a better person. I’m in love with you, and that will not change. Not tomorrow. Not the day after. Not ever. I’ve been with a woman who I thought I would spend my life with, and now I know I was wrong. I would have been so wrong to have married her because it’s you, Vanessa. It’s always going to be you.”
Before she could argue he dropped down and gripped her legs, pulling them up over his shoulders.
She was completely dependent on him, his strength holding her up. He didn’t play with her or tease her. He gripped her ass and shoved his tongue up her cunt.
Her eyes threatened to roll to the back of her head. His tongue was silky heaven against her pussy. He nipped at her, lapped at her, laved affection all over.
Yes, she would use him and walk away.
He sucked her clit, and the orgasm hit her like a shockwave. Her body shook as she came, Michael stroking her with his tongue over and over again.
He eased her feet to the floor and then stood, unhooking the cuffs and hauling her up into his arms. He strode across the room to the bed.
“I told you how sweet you were.” He settled her on the bed and had her hands out of the cuffs in no time at all. “See how sweet you taste to me.”
He kissed her, offering back her arousal to her. She could taste herself on his tongue and lips.
She wouldn’t listen to his sweet words, wouldn’t trust him again. She would punish him. She would tell him she was done.
He stepped back and shoved his pants down, releasing his cock.
Now was the time to tell him. Tell him he could go, that she had everything she wanted from him. Tell him he didn’t need that condom he was rolling on his cock because she wasn’t going to let him close again.
“I know you don’t believe me.” He climbed on the bed with her. “But I’ll show you. I fucked up, baby. I can’t make it up to you. I can’t take back what I put you through, and I can’t promise you there won’t be more hard times. But I will be with you. I will not let you down again.”
Somehow her mouth didn’t open. Those words didn’t come out.
Her arms went around him as he thrust inside, joining them together. He held himself still, staring down at her. One hand came out to brush over her cheek.
“It’s okay. You can cry. You should cry.”
His eyes shone in the low light, and she realized he was on the verge, too. He was emotional, and he was always in control.