Compared to his other women she was fat and frumpy. She’d seen the tall, beautiful women who decorated his arm every night. There was no way she’d match up to their superior beauty.
“Rebecca Harding’s sister Catherine told me that you took her home in your truck, and just before her house you stopped the truck, bent her over the seat, and fucked her ‘til she screamed in orgasm. Another one is Tracy Hall. She said you got her to suck your cock in the men’s room while guys were wandering in and out.” Rachel felt her pussy spasm at the remembered bragging of the girls she’d known had been with him. Jealousy filled her as well. All of the girls he’d been with liked to talk about what he did in the bedroom. His desires had intrigued her to the point of searching porn sites online. Paul was a man who liked rough sex and from what she saw on the movies she’d watched, that turned her on. She liked the thought of Paul being in control. She hated listening to his women even though she yearned for the moments when they gossiped about his prowess in the bedroom. “No one complained. They all said you were the master of pleasure.” She stepped right up close to him. Her nipples were incredibly tight and grazed the front of his shirt. “I want the pleasure that only you can give me.” Rachel was so nervous. She really wanted to gain his attention but at the same time was afraid of being pushed away.
His hard, muscular hands came up and grasped her arms, firmly. She wondered if he would push her away from him as if she was some kind of insect. Instead, he pulled her near tightening his hold on her. His eyes seemed darker and his breathing more rapid than she was used to. There was a threatening edge to the way he touched, moved, and sounded.
Rachel couldn’t pull away from him. The sensible part of her brain was screaming for her to run, that she wasn’t ready for him. Another part of her, the one dying for his affection and for any kind of attention he’d throw her way, stayed put. She had no choice other than to stand and wait. Turning back now was not an option.
“You’re sending us straight to hell.” He growled the words seconds before his lips descended on hers. The instant his lips touched there was nothing calm about his kiss. Paul dominated her lips, forcing them open with his tongue so he could plunge inside. She whimpered but accepted his brutal kiss. One hand moved from her arm to the back of her head stopping her from moving. He controlled everything. There was nowhere for her to go other than where he chose. Once he forced her lips open, Paul kept up a thrusting motion with his tongue between her lips. The action he was making made Rachel think of him taking her and how his cock would feel inside her. She moaned, begging for more of his attention. His taste was intoxicating to her senses. He tasted so male and raw. Her imagination didn’t do him justice. Paul was real, pure, and she knew he was the one in control of their time together. In her fantasy she was the one who said stop or go. Right now, in that moment, Paul was in control.
His rough shirt rubbed her naked nipples while the belt of his jeans pushed into her belly. She loved the feel of him surrounding her. In his arms she felt safe even as his lips took hers and devoured.
“Stop! Enough!” Paul pushed her away from him but still firmly held onto her arms, stopping her from leaving him altogether.
“You want me, Paul,” she said, breathlessly. Rachel couldn’t believe it. The man she was totally in love with wanted her just as much as she wanted him. She wanted to jump up and down, euphoric in the pleasure of knowing she could succeed in getting him.
Chapter Two
That kiss had been really something. Paul had never felt so consumed with passion with any other woman. Rachel was the only woman to make him feel like that. Staring at her bruised lips, he couldn’t deny he wanted her. Wanted was too subtle a word. He craved her. His feelings for her were verging on dangerous obsession. There was no hiding his desperation for her. It was all he could think about. But how could he risk his friendship with Mitch? They’d been friends for as long as he could remember. He couldn’t even allow himself to think of Rachel finding someone else, could he? Gazing at her plump red lips, her swollen tits, and rounded body made Paul yearn in ways he shouldn’t. Thinking of another man’s hands touching her, loving her, repulsed and angered him. No, he couldn’t let another man touch her.
There was no way he was going to stand by and watch Rachel go out and get pawed at by some guy only hoping to get a leg over. If Rachel let anyone else touch her, they could make her first time terrible. No, he wasn’t going to allow some horny, out of control guy get between her thighs. Rachel was his woman, and he’d do what was possible to make her demands come true, even if that meant sacrificing his heart for the rest of his life. Paul doubted there were any guys who would willingly go out with her after what he’d done to them. Over the years he’d purposefully pushed any of the guys interested in her away, and he would never tell her the truth as to why the guys stopped asking her out. He was the one responsible, more so than Mitch. Guys who just wanted a quick lay and to leave got a firm warning, and if that didn’t work he used his fists. Rachel deserved more than a quick screw.
His cock was thick, hard, and throbbing with the need to get inside her full, luscious body. She was pure temptation waiting for him to take her. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly. Rachel’s breathing increased, and her nipples were red, swollen, and erect begging for his mouth. Her stomach was nice and rounded. Everything about her screamed supple and sin. Rachel’s body tempted him like no other. To other men she would probably be overweight, but to him she was the epitome of a woman and pure perfection. He could not find fault with her. Every time he saw her, he wanted to reach out and grab her full hips to pull her close to him. Her hips were flared out from a smaller waist, and he imagined grabbing her, bending her over and thrusting his cock deep inside the depths of her pussy. Paul had spent so long imagining the different ways of claiming her. Her legs would hold him in, gather him close and never let him leave.
His want for her only continued. He could not find a single flaw with Rachel. There was nothing to stop temptation. Here they both stood in his kitchen, Rachel, the woman of his dreams, completely naked, asking him to show her all the teachings of sex.
And still he stood there resisting what he wanted most.
He was an asshole.
Regardless of what her brother thought Paul knew he was the perfect man for her. No one else would treat her with respect and cherish this gift she would be giving him. None of the men would be thinking about the future or wanting more from her.
“Paul.” Her arms moved up to cover her full breasts. He had spent too long berating himself, which only succeeded in leaving her nervous and scared. Paul saw the vulnerability in her eyes, and it tore at him. Her eyes should be shining brightly with happiness emanating out of her, not scared about rejection. He’d thought of this moment so many times. In all of his thoughts, he said yes. Never had he anticipated her actually propositioning him, but she had, and he was messing it up. He’d dropped his arms leaving her free to leave. She just stood there waiting. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears.
He never considered how much guts it must have taken for her to do this. Rachel wasn’t an overly confident person, and he saw the uncertainty in her whole body.