Chapter Five
Olivia
I’m still trembling from the back-to-back orgasms he gave me but anger is rising in my chest. Miles still sees me as if I’m this dumb child that doesn’t know what she wants. I’ve scoured the internet. I know exactly what I want. I’m just not brave enough to voice it aloud.
Ignoring his words, I reach forward and start unbuttoning his dress shirt. His heated gaze burns through me but I keep my focus on my task. Once I’ve opened his hard tattooed chest to me, I shove the material off his shoulders so I can fully view his naked chest.
Good God.
This chest is nothing like his son’s lean one.
Hard lines and curves, colored with detailed ink, are a work of art before me. This man’s strength and beauty are almost too much. I could stare at him all day. My gaze falls to the seriously gigantic bulge in his slacks. He’s going to put that thing inside of me. It’s probably going to hurt. Another thrill shoots through me. When I reach for the buckle on his slacks, his strong hand grips my wrist.
“Olivia...”
His eyes have darkened to nearly black. Lust is prevalent in his gaze. He wants to devour me. I want it too. His teeth are already something I’ve come to enjoy. I want to know what it feels like for him to bite me everywhere.
“Once we start...” he trails off again.
I meet his stare with a firm one of my own. “I don’t want you to stop.”
His nostrils flare when I start unbuckling him. This time, he doesn’t try and prevent me from getting to my prize. The moment I have his pants undone, they fall to the floor heavily. I’m elated to discover he’s not wearing any underwear.
“If you want a code word,” I say, my words thick with lust. “We’ll have a code word.” I grip his thick erection and silently fret upon realizing I can’t fully wrap my hand around him. I’d felt how big he was but I didn’t understand how big until now.
“Scared, little girl?” he challenges. “Afraid I’ll hurt you?”
Heat radiates from him. Heat for me. “I already told you that’s exactly what I want.”
He gives my shoulders a slight push and I fall back onto the bed. His gaze is predatory as he steps out of his pants, peels off his socks, and then yanks open the drawer to his end table. I’m fixated on his sculpted ass that flexes as he bends.
God, he’s so beautiful.
With the whole beard thing going on, he’s every bit a Greek god like we learned about in school.
He retrieves a condom from the drawer and tosses it on the bed beside me. Then, his hand strikes out as he grabs my panties at my knees. With a torturing slowness, he takes his time dragging them off me. Instead of tossing them away, he brings them to his nose and inhales. His lips curl into a wicked smile before he tosses them on my chest.
“Put them in your mouth.”
I squeak out in surprise. “What?”
“Put the pretty panties in your mouth, brave girl,” he orders. “You may not be afraid of me hurting you but you’re still going to scream. The last thing I need is for Caleb to come down here and find out what his dad is doing to his precious girlfriend.”
Fury surges through me. “Ex.”
His gaze softens. “Ex.”
I snag the panties and obey him, pushing the lacy fabric into my mouth. It feels dirty but I’m turned on by having him be so commanding. With wide eyes, I watch him as he peels the foil on the condom and rolls the rubber onto his massive cock.
“I don’t fuck sweet, damsel,” he says, his brows pulled together in an almost apologetic frown. “Nothing about this will be sweet.”
I nod my understanding because I do understand. If I wanted sweet, I’d go find another boy like Caleb.
Turns out, I’m more of a sour kind of girl.
“This first time,” he murmurs as he climbs onto the bed and urges my knees apart. “I want to just enjoy you. Then we’ll talk about your needs more. If at any time I lose control and go too far, you have to tell me.” His gaze darkens further and he runs his fingers through his hair. “Promise me you’ll tell me.”
I nod again and shiver.
He licks his bottom lip in an erotic way that has my core throbbing. “I love how fearful you look right now.” His palm slides up my stomach and he lazily cups my breast. “The unknown can be such a beautiful thing.”
That’s for damn sure.
“Grab your knees and show me how wet your cunt is,” he orders. “I need to have a good look at what’s mine.”
Another chill washes over me.
My legs quiver in anticipation but I manage to grip my knees and shamelessly open myself up to him. He drinks me up with one appreciative glance.
“Baby,” he murmurs, his knuckle running along my clit, causing me to shudder, “I’m going to tear this pussy up. I’m going to hurt you.”
But he’s not hurting me.
He’s driving me insane with need with his dirty words and expert touches.
I’m about to spit the panties out and tell him to hurry up when he leans over me, his palm resting on the bed beside my head. Using his other hand, he teases my opening with the tip of his hard cock.
We both look down between us as he begins pushing his thickness into me. Sex with Caleb hurt a little but his cock wasn’t thick like this. This cock hurts more than a little. He’s stretching me to the point of pain. I start to squirm and wriggle away but a strong hand finds my throat.
“You’re going to take every inch of it,” he instructs, his brown eyes wild and untamed. “If you need to scream, you fucking scream around the panties. But this pussy is mine. Got it?”
I nod and my nostrils flare as I exhale heavily. He goes slow but my body resists. I’m wet though which helps him slide in easier. I’ve played with dildos long before Caleb and I were ever intimate so my body wasn’t completely foreign to having something inserted inside me. But this? He shames all of my dildos with his thick cock.
“Ahhh,” I cry out through the lace.
He stills and runs his thumb along my throat. “You okay?”
I nod again. His grip tightens on my throat making it harder to breathe. Our eyes remain locked. Despite him now slowly pumping in and out of me and his grip on my neck, I can see how he scrutinizes me for any signs of needing to back out. The small sliver of concern mixed in with the lust swimming in his gaze is enough to have me relaxing.
I trust that he’ll take care of me.
The moment I relax, he starts sliding in easier.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans. “Such a good girl.”
I melt under his praise and run my fingers through his soft brown hair. His eyes close as if he’s enjoying my touch. The thrusting of his hips intensifies. I’ve never felt so fully consumed by someone before. Miles fills me to the brink and then some. But he also seems to cloak me with his scent and overpowering presence. I get lost in his animalistic grunts and uneven movements.
He’s claiming me.
I feel it down to my toes.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his grip tightening around my throat. “So goddamned beautiful.”
I’m blissed out to the max—or so I thought—until he reaches between us with his free hand. The pressure intensifies on my throat as he rests his weight on me but my attention is dragged to the way he rubs at my clit as he drives into me.
Pain inside.
Pleasure on the outside.
* * *
I’m completely torn in a million different directions as he obliterates me. When my orgasm quakes through me, sudden and fierce, I black out. The sensation is intense and overwhelming. I don’t know if I’m coming or going. Flying or falling. All I know is that he’s got me and I’m loving every second of it.
He grunts and his entire body stiffens. The grip on my throat disappears as his cock throbs out its release. Then his mouth is on my face. Kissing me softly over and over again. I didn’t realize I’d gone limp on him but I can’t find the strength to lift my hands up again to touch his face. The panties get torn from my mouth and soon his tongue replaces them. His kiss is powerful and demanding. It isn’t a kiss we share, it’s a kiss he owns.
With shaky hands, I manage to lift them to cup his bearded cheeks. He pulls slightly away and rubs his nose against mine before resting his forehead on mine. His cock has softened some but he hasn’t pulled out yet.
“This is bad, damsel.”
I stiffen and my voice shakes when I ask, “Why?”
His lips brush against mine and that growl I love so much from him rumbles against my chest.
“Because I can’t just fuck and run. I’ve barely had a taste and I’m already dying for more.”
At this, I smile. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
He lets out a dark chuckle. “Olivia, I fucked you sweet today despite my warning that I wouldn’t. Now, I can’t get all these thoughts out of my head. The things I want to do to you. You’ve awakened my beast.”
Something about the idea of him being feral and attacking me has delicious shivers coursing through me.
“So, maul me, villain.”
His cock twitches inside of me and the sensation is weird as he begins to harden again. I feel raw and exhausted. And yet... I want him to drain every ounce of energy from me. To steal all the pleasure my body has to give. To claim me over and over again until I can’t move.
“Last chance to back out,” he murmurs, his mouth trailing kisses to my neck. The wiry hairs of his beard tickle and scratch me but his hot breath against my ear drives me wild with need.
“Back out?” I question, my voice slightly hoarse from his erotic choking. “If that was a tease at what’s to come, I’m ready to sign up.”
His cock slides out and I almost feel like the rawness is worse without him there. A dull throbbing begins to take over in his absence.
“Let me bathe you and then I want your pretty mouth all over my cock so I don’t do something stupid like take your ass,” he grunts, his gaze predatory as he slides off the bed.
Those words of his should scare me but a thrill shoots through me instead. “You’d be my first,” I drawl and bat my lashes to tempt him. Smearing steak all over your body in front of a lion promises only one thing. You’re going to get eaten by the lion.
“Oh, damsel,” he snarls, his voice almost furious. Decadent and dark and delicious. “I can save you from all of them. But who the fuck is going to save you—” he waves his arms around as if to gesture to the world before slapping his hard chest “—from me?”
I sit up on my elbows and challenge him with an arched brow. “Who said I wanted to be saved, villain?”