This man dizzies me.

Hours ago, I cursed the very ground he walked on. Now, I’m giggling and spinning around like a schoolgirl because he bought me a “fuck” house. I mean, that’s essentially what it is, after all. But I don’t even care. He’s trying. He knows he messed up by being a jerk today and is trying to make up for it.

When I open the refrigerator, I let out a gasp to see it’s fully stocked with food. He comes up behind me and presses his hard cock through his slacks against my ass. “Hungry?” His voice is husky and inviting.

“Yes,” I murmur, rubbing my ass against him.

He slides his palm under my shirt and pinches my nipple through the lace of my bra. “I’m starved. I’ll cook you something.”

I let out an unladylike snort of surprise. “You’re going to cook?”

He laughs as he grabs my hips and moves me to the side. “I always cook.”

It’s true. All the times I’ve been over with Brock or one of the other boys, Eric has been the one to cook. Mostly, he grills out and they eat a lot of salads. I grin stupidly at him as he sets to pulling steaks out. We spend the rest of the evening cooking, cleaning, and laughing. When Eric isn’t so serious all the time, he’s actually pretty funny. I’ve never seen him so relaxed. It gives me hope.

“I love the sound of the ocean,” I tell him once we’re settled on the couch in the dark living room. He’s opened the sliding glass doors and the moonlight pours in, blanketing us in its light. The warm ocean breeze slides in and fills the space around us. Crashing waves in the distance are relaxing, and I can’t help but yawn.

“Me too,” he agrees, his fingers running absently along my back.

“This is nice. Being with you like this.”

“You calm me,” he says softly.

I tilt my head up to look at him. His normally styled hair is kind of messy from my constant touching and a lazy grin tugs at his lips. In this moment, he’s carefree and young.

I make him this way.

My heart expands in my chest.

The hard, emotionless, powerful Eric Pearson is relaxed and happy in my presence. I’m no longer sleepy as my body begins to thrum with need. I pull away from him and stand beside the sofa. His hawk-like gaze is on mine, intense and focused. I love the way his eyes follow the movements of my hands as I slowly peel away my clothes. His cock strains against his slacks, and I’m desperate to have him inside me.

“What’s your favorite part about me?” I purr, my palms roaming over my breasts.

He boldly rubs his cock through his pants and shrugs. “All of it. The whole package.”

“You have to pick one thing,” I tease.

He makes a motion for me to turn around. His large hands cup the curves of my ass. “This. It’s so damn enticing. There are things I want to do to your ass you’re not prepared for.”

A shiver of want ripples through me. “Maybe I want them. You could prepare me.”

He lets out a throaty chuckle that has me rubbing my thighs together. “Straddle my legs and put your hands on the coffee table.”

I move across his legs stretched out in front of him and bend over. Everything feels open and exposed to him. When he runs his palms up the outside of my thighs, I let out a sigh. His lips press kisses to the inside of my thigh near my pussy, and I moan.

“I want this,” he growls as he squeezes my ass cheeks and pulls them apart. His tongue slides along my slit to my asshole. I squirm against the foreign sensation.

“You want to lick it?” I ask in breathy astonishment.

With firm pressure, he pushes his tongue inside the tight hole. It’s wet and hot and burns a little, but it’s also completely exhilarating. He slides it back out and slaps both my ass cheeks. “I want to fuck it, angel. I want to put my tongue in there first. And then, I’m going to finger your hole. I’m going to stretch it out so you can take my fat cock. What do you think about that?”

I groan at his words. My legs shake with need. “I want to see what it feels like.”

His tongue pushes inside me again. Just as I’m growing acclimated to the sensation, he starts massaging my clit. I whimper and tremble. My tits jiggle as I find myself rocking against his tongue, forcing him to fuck my hole with it.

“Too much,” I whine.

He ignores me and grips my hip with a strong hand. Pulling me to him, he dives his tongue deep inside. It’s strange and kind of gross if I let myself think about it. As soon as I start pondering things like E. Coli, he pinches my clit, and I cry out, my knees buckling. He growls against my hole, and I lose it.

“Eric!” I scream his name as though it’s the answer to all of life’s questions. He doesn’t let up until I’m coming down from my dizzying high.

The moment he eases his tongue out of me, he’s barking orders. “Bedroom now. I want your pretty ass in the air. I’m taking it tonight.”

I’m zoned out, still buzzing from my orgasm as I make my way to the room. He disappears into the bathroom for a few moments. The water runs as he brushes his teeth. When he emerges, he’s completely naked. The only thing he wears is a feral grin and an evil glint in his eyes. He pounces on me, and I don’t try to get away. I let him capture me because I love being in his strong arms with his thick dick slapping against my skin.

“It’s going to hurt,” he growls, no softness whatsoever in his tone. “A little girl like you wasn’t meant to take a big cock in her ass.” He slaps my butt cheek before reaching over to rummage in the drawer. I assume he’s after a condom, but I hear the pop of a cap behind me. “But we’re going to make you take it anyway, aren’t we?”

I nod as he climbs on the bed behind me. I try to look at him over my shoulder, but can’t see what he’s doing anyway. Settling for staring out the dark window overlooking the beach, I fist the covers and push my ass toward him.

Slap!

I whine, but love how the spark of pain sends currents of pleasure straight to my core.

“You can’t decide halfway through you don’t want this,” he says, his tone deadly. “That’s fucked up, Rowan. Either we do this, or we don’t. There is no middle ground.”

“I want it,” I breathe.

His lubricated cock slides along the crack of my ass, but doesn’t enter me. I wiggle my butt at him, earning me a husky chuckle. God, he’s so sexy. This man could do anything to me and I’d somehow find it erotic. I crave him like my next breath. I want him with everything in me.

“You’re my boyfriend,” I tell him boldly, as if I have any power of negotiation over him.

His palm cracks across my fleshy bottom again. “No,” he murmurs, his voice a gritted whisper. “Boyfriend is a title for a pussy. I’m your goddamn man.”

With those words, he grips my hip with one hand and begins pushing into the tight hole of my ass. Where his tongue felt forbidden and exciting, this feels like an invasion. Fiery and painful and wrong.

I let out a scream as I yank at the covers, desperate to escape the pain. He doesn’t go slow. Instead, he drives all the way into me, and an explosion of intense burning assaults me. My screams are silenced, though, when he reaches forward and wraps his hand around my throat.

“I know it hurts,” he croons as he thrusts his hips against me. The slap of flesh is a hypnotic sound that distracts me. “But you’ll learn to love it.”

I choke as he brings me up off the bed and upright. He keeps one hand on my throat as the other roams to locate my clit. Tears stream down my cheeks, but all I can do is hang on for this excruciating ride. He rubs at my clit before sliding two fingers into my wet pussy. I groan at the sensation. I’m completely full of him. My ass throbs in pain, but my pussy is throbbing with need. His fingers fuck me hard, and the urge to pee overwhelms me once more.

“Eric,” I sob. I want him to stop. I want him to never stop. My brain is confused. My body is responding even though I hurt. It doesn’t make sense.

“Shhh,” he breathes, his hips rocking against me. He nips at my shoulder, and my pussy clenches around his fingers. “Do you feel it?”

The building.

The fire inside me burning.

So intense.

“Y-Yes.”

“You know what I want,” he snarls. “Give it to me.”

His hand works faster. He knows exactly where to touch me to make my body do things I never knew were possible. The intensity in my core becomes so out of control, I feel like I’m losing my mind.

And then, it happens.

Again.

A hot gush of an orgasm. Violent and messy. My scream is lodged in my throat as I soak us both. He’s strong and holds me upright as he keeps the momentum of his hand inside me going, his hips never stop their thrusting.

I’m his.

I’m his to use, violate, and adore.

Rolling my eyes back, I give myself fully to him. I trust he won’t let me go and allow his body to overpower mine in every way. My orgasm rolls into another one that sets off his. Heat floods inside me, burning my brutalized insides, but I love it.

“Mine,” he breathes against the side of my neck, his body slowing to a stop. “All mine.”

As he slides out of me and helps my weak body to the shower, I can’t help but think how right he is. I was his all along. I was just waiting for him to come along and claim me.

Now that he has, I’ll never let him go.