He dizzies me. His mouth overpowers me easily. Just like every other aspect of Eric Pearson’s life, he dominates in the bedroom as well. I’m freaked out about how Daddy will react when he finds out I’m seeing Eric, but I can’t find it in me to dwell on it. He’ll be pissed, but I’m a grown woman.

“So beautiful,” Eric murmurs against my mouth.

He tastes like me, and it’s so weird, but I like it. His palm is tight around my neck, and the other one caresses my breasts in a reverent way. I love how he makes me feel cared for and adored. His fingertips brush along my necklace and a possessive growl rumbles from him.

“I need inside of you.”

My heart thunders at his words. I nod and allow him to guide me over to the bed. His arm wraps around my back as he lowers us onto the bed. It’s all so romantic. I’m falling too hard and too fast for him. What happens when I go to college in the fall? Will we still see each other?

“Wrap your legs around me,” he orders, his voice deep and demanding.

I obey, letting out a moan when his thick cock rubs against my clit. He’s so much bigger than Brock. I’d been intimidated by Brock, wondering how he’d fit, but I’m almost terrified with Eric. He makes no moves to enter. Simply rubs against me in a slow, sensual way. His mouth sucks and bites on my throat until I’m clawing at his shoulders in need.

“Please…” I don’t know what I’m begging for. I just need more connection.

He reaches between us and grips his dick. With soft whaps, he hits my clit with his dick. It drives me crazy with want. “Words. Tell me what you need.”

“Make love to me,” I breathe.

He chuckles, and it almost sounds dark. Like if you told the devil a joke. Sinister and evil. It turns me on. “Tonight, we make love, angel.” He kisses my mouth. “Tomorrow, I fuck you until you scream.”

I whimper and dig my heels into his ass so I can lift my hips. I’m desperate to have him. He finally gives in and rubs the tip of his cock against my opening. It feels good. Then, he presses into me. Immediately, I stretch to accommodate him, and it hurts.

“Ow,” I whimper.

“I know,” he says softly. He’s barely got the crown of his cock pushed into me and I’m afraid. When I lift my gaze to meet his, seeking assurance, I find his steely eyes burning a hole through me. “You must trust that I always know what’s best for you,” he says, his voice hard. With those words, his hand clamps down over my mouth. My eyes widen, but then he drives into me with a hard thrust that feels as though he’s ripping me in two. The scream lodged in my throat fights for escape.

Pain.

Oh my God.

This hurts so bad!

He pulls almost all the way out, then drives into me slower. Everything burns and stings. Tears slip from the corners of my eyes. Once my body becomes acclimated to his intrusion, he removes his hand and replaces it with his mouth. I sob into his kiss, and he takes away the pain by distracting me with the hottest kiss known to man. I go from wanting to escape to clawing at his hair and pleading for him to go faster.

Our bodies, both slick with sweat, slap together. The sound is erotic, and I want to record it. I love it. His large palm grips my breast, and he pinches my nipple. It’s like he’s everywhere all at once. I can’t keep up with all the sensations. He powers into me, and I’m unable to do anything but hold on for the ride.

His hand slides between us, then he’s rubbing against my clit, like I can handle any more stimulation. It’s too much, and my eyes water. I can’t take all the assaults of pleasure.

“Too much,” I cry out.

He ignores me and rubs faster, his hips thundering against me. When I’m about to lose my mind, I explode with another orgasm. It makes me clench around his giant cock, sending more waves of pleasure pulsating through me.

“Oh, Gooood!”

He grunts, thrusts harder, then exhales. His cock swells within me as his thrusting becomes uneven. All energy leaves him at once because he relaxes against me. His mouth peppers kisses all over my face, and I melt under his adoration.

My thoughts drift to Brock.

Brock was attentive, but he wasn’t intense like this. There’d be no way sex with him would have even compared to the sex I just had with his father.

“Time to go home, angel. I don’t want your daddy to worry.”

He kisses me once more before pulling out. It makes me feel empty and used up. But then he flashes me a heated grin full of promise, filling all the holes inside my heart.

“I wish I could stay,” I say with a pout.

He chuckles as he pulls off the condom. Even soft, his cock is intimidating. It drips with his orgasm, and I can’t help but lick my lips.

“Next time he’s away on business, you can stay over. I promise.”

I stare at his toned ass as he saunters into the attached bathroom. I’m still stunned at the fact that I just slept with that man. I’ve lusted after him for years, but he was always a fantasy that would never come to be. He was way out of my league. But here I am, stretched and abused by his cock. It’s incredible.

He returns carrying a wet cloth. In a sweet gesture, he kneels and wipes away my mess. It’s such a tender and sweet move. I fall even harder for him. This is so bad. I’m going to fall in love with this man, I just know it. And for all I know, he just wants to have sex with a young woman. Eric isn’t the type to ever bring the same woman around twice.

Once he’s done, he deposits the cloth into a hamper, then finds some track pants. He pulls them up over his naked ass, but leaves his chest bare. I lick my lips.

“Don’t look at me that way,” he growls. “I promised you sweet, and I gave you sweet. If you keep staring at me like you want to suck me dry, we’re going to be here all night and you won’t be able to walk by morning.”

I wince at that visual. My pussy hurts. If what he gave me just now was his version of gentle, I’m nervous about what he considers “fucking.”

“Come,” he orders.

I walk over to him and give him a shy smile.

“When you’re in this house, nothing outside of making me happy matters. Understood?” he asks, his expression almost cold.

“Yes,” I agree quickly.

“So, if I want to parade you through the house wearing nothing but my teeth marks, I will. No matter who sees. Do you understand?”

Shame courses through me. “They’ll see me naked?”

“Perhaps,” he says with a shrug. “But it doesn’t matter. Don’t worry about them. You’re to only worry about me.”

“Okay.”

“Go dress.” He narrows his eyes, challenging me to say no.

I swallow and lift my chin. “When will I see you again?”

“Tomorrow,” he assures me.

“After work?”

“You’ll know when I’m ready for you.”

I’m slightly disappointed, but give him a nod. I walk past him, but he hooks an arm around my naked waist and pulls me to him. His mouth finds my ear as he gropes my breast. “I want you. Every second of every day. I will see you tomorrow without doubt, even if I have to walk over there and steal you from your father. Got it, angel?”

Relaxing against him, I nod. “Got it.”

He lets me go and then disappears into the bathroom. Soon, I hear the shower turn on. With a sigh, I leave his bedroom. I don’t see anyone, so I hurry to where I left my clothes in the middle of the foyer. I pick up my bra and struggle to put it on quickly. I manage to yank up my panties, only slightly wincing, then my shorts. I’ve barely got them fastened when I hear a voice.

“You fucked him.” The words are cold and accusing.

Hayden.

“I don’t answer to you,” I bite out as I bend and snatch up my shirt.

He steps out from behind the staircase. His cheek is painted with four scabs from where I clawed him. I used to crush so hard on Hayden, but now he bothers me. It’s like he’s always creeping around me. If he’d have kissed me, then came for me the next day, we could have been a couple all along. He wasn’t interested, though. It’s like he’s not into me unless someone else is.

“Nice bra,” he mocks. “I bet Dad loves it. Did he put those hickeys all over you?”

I yank the tank top over my head. “Fuck you, Hayden.”

He storms over to me, and I back up until I hit the wall behind me. I don’t know what the hell his problem is, but he freaks me out. I’m about to kick him in the nuts when he gets pulled away. Rage, like I've never seen before, screws up Nixon's normally cool features. He hauls off and punches his brother.

With a roar, Hayden turns around and lays Nixon out with a powerful punch to the side of his head. Nixon crumples to the floor, completely knocked out.

“Nix!” I cry out, rushing over to him. He blinks at me in confusion. I turn my scathing glare to Hayden. “Get the hell away from us!”

He has the sense to look remorseful for hitting his brother. When the front door opens and Brock walks in, Hayden stomps up the stairs. Brock doesn’t meet my eyes as he rushes over to his brother.

“What happened?” he demands, his voice sharp like his father’s.

“Your brother is an asshole,” I tell him.

Brock lifts his gaze to meet mine. I see sadness in his eyes, but I am so done with him, it isn’t even funny.

“Do you have this?” I ask.

He nods.

“Good. I’m out of here.” I lean forward and kiss Nixon on the forehead. “Text me later and let me know when you’re feeling better.”

I get to my feet and run the whole way home without looking back.