“You said another woman’s name,” I breathe, unable to move, hating that he’s so damned honest and yet loving it at the same time.

“It was you.”

“It wasn’t.”

“It fuckin’ was.”

“Jesus, Mack, just stop. You humiliated me.”

“Then I’ll show you that when my cock was inside you, I was thinkin’ about you and your sweet cunt.”

“Stop.”

“I’ll show you.”

“No.”

“Yeah.”

Then his arms circle my waist and he lifts me effortlessly. He carries me down the hall to his room, which I’ve never really been in except to throw a diaper filled with poop at the woman he was fucking. He drops me down onto his bed, which has a rich red cover that matches his white tiled floors and black curtains. It’s a little vampire-ish, but I’m not complaining. His bed is comfy.

He hovers over me the moment he’s gotten me to my back, and his lips are on mine. I want to protest, to throw him off and tell him I’m not having anything to do with him, but I can’t. His lips are so soft, his body so hard, and he’s making me feel every stroke of his lips against mine. He kisses me until my breath is gone, my body is melted chocolate, and little moans are breaking free.

“See that mirror,” he growls, taking my pajama bottoms and yanking them down.

I turn my flushed face to the mirror running alongside of his bed. It’s huge, and I can see us there. I stare for a moment, transfixed. Mack is so dark—his eyes, the olive tone of his skin, his long, thick hair. I consider myself quite an olive girl, but in comparison to his Native-American tone, I look pale. My hair is fanned out over the pillow, my cheeks are pink, my eyes are sparkling, and my knees are up around his waist.

“Don’t for one fuckin’ second take your eyes off that mirror. I want you to see that when I’m inside you, I’m inside you.”

I swallow, not moving my eyes from the mirror and watching as he removes my clothes. I can see the curve of my breast, and my dark nipples, as he runs his fingertips over them. Then he slowly slides his fingers down my belly. When he reaches my knees, he turns and meets my gaze in the mirror. His eyes are intense, powerful, dominating. He presses my knees, forcing them apart, then he dips his head between them.

I jerk and my eyes flutter closed.

“Open your eyes,” he orders.

I flick them back open, staring at myself. Oh, God. His powerful body is down between my legs, his big, muscled arms curled around my thighs. All I can see of his face is his dark hair as he devours my pussy, his head moving as he licks and strokes, sucking my clit and probing his tongue into my depths. His long, lean, muscled body is bent over the bed, his knees on the ground.

His teeth graze over the skin covering my clit, then he tilts his head and licks the smooth skin of my outer lips, then his head is out of my pussy and he’s kissing the skin above it, then he dips down and runs his tongue up the inside of my thighs. Oh. My. Lord. My body bucks, and I watch in the mirror as my back arches and my breasts tingles, my nipples forming hard peaks.

“Mack,” I breathe, and even my lips are red and swollen.

He hums against my flesh, then his tongue is in my pussy once more. He fucks me with it, driving it in and out while one of his fingers works my clit. In seconds I’m screaming my orgasm, my back arching off the bed, my head tilted back. Mack fucks me with his mouth until my shudders have died down. Then he’s on his feet, taking my hips and pulling me to the end of the bed.

Before I know what’s happening, my legs are over his shoulders and he’s watching me in the mirror. His eyes are intense as he presses his cock to my entrance. I can see him about to enter me, and to give me a clearer view he uses his hands and pushes my legs up, holding them out so I can see everything. His cock pressing to my entrance; the curve of my pussy.

“Now watch, watch as I fuck you, and know it’s you in my head.”

Then, he slides in. I’ve never seen something so erotic in my life. He pushes in slowly, no hard pounding. Inch by inch, he slides into me. I watch his face change as he fills me. The tightening in his jaw eases and his eyes grow hooded. My eyes do the same, and my lips part on a gasp as he fully sheaths himself.

“Do you see that?” he rasps.

I nod, whimpering when he starts fucking me. My entire body shakes as I watch his hips rotating, the muscles on his ass bunching and pulling as he pushes in and out of me. God, so good, so fucking good.

“Do you see that?” he growls again. “Do you see my cock inside you?”

“Y-y-y-yes.”

“Feel it. Put your hands on it, and see that it’s all for you.”

Oh, God.

He takes my hand and brings it down between my legs, and presses it to the base of his cock. He keeps fucking and I feel it sliding in and out, our combined warmth, my arousal, all of it. I can even feel the way my pussy hugs his cock with each thrust.

“Now put your fingers in your mouth,” he orders hoarsely. “Suck it off, and taste how fuckin’ sweet you are. Understand that when I’m inside you, I’m thinkin’ about you and your sweet pussy.”

I lift my fingers, my back arching, and suck off my arousal. He growls loudly, and it’s the most I’ve seen come from him. I’ve never experienced Mack so vocal, or so honest, or so passionate, and I love it. I love this side to him that I know he keeps hidden. For whatever reason, he felt the need to show me he didn’t just fuck me and not mean it. I don’t know why he felt the need to do it, but I’m so glad he did.