“Hayden,” Michael groans, making me smile. I’m winning. At this point we’re only four days away from getting the doctor’s approval for sex. Michael has proven to be very stubborn and has resisted every attempt I’ve made. It probably hasn’t helped that I’ve been giving him a steady barrage of blowjobs to help tempt him. I never meant to go all the way. I only wanted to tease him enough that he gave me what I wanted the most—him inside of me. Once I got started, however, making him lose control became a favorite pastime. The last week I’ve stopped—cold turkey. I told him he could only come inside of me from here on out. He grunted at me then, and the last two days he’s downright snarled at me. It’s not been easy, but I haven’t caved—and I really, really wanted to. I decided tonight was it. Enough is enough. So, I waited until I knew he was asleep, crawled under the covers and slid his semi-hard cock into my mouth.

I didn’t have long to wait. I can actually feel his cock growing in my mouth.

“Mmm…” I hum around his cock, teasing his head with my tongue.

“Fuck, woman,” he groans his hands finding my hair and wrapping it around his fists. He pushes my mouth further down while thrusting his cock deeper into my throat. “You’ve got a mouth like a fucking vacuum cleaner,” he growls, as I fight to keep from gagging. I slowly back off, and move my mouth back up his shaft. I flatten my tongue and feel the vein on the underside of his cock literally pulsate. I grin as I release him from my mouth with a loud “popping” noise. My man is not exactly a poet, he’s brutally honest—gruff, but sincere. He’s definitely rough around the edges. I like that a lot more than hearts and flowers, however. I trust everything Michael tells me. I know instinctively I always can—no matter how much I might not like it.

“I love the way you taste, Michael.”

“God, I wish you could see yourself right now, Hayden. You’re so fucking beautiful,” his dark voice rumbles a second before he reaches out and clasps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me up to him. His lips crash onto mine, wild, heated and out of control. He invades my mouth like a warrior going into battle—devouring me…owning me.

Before I realize what he’s doing, he turns us on the bed so that now instead of sitting with my back to the foot of the bed. I’m now facing the dresser across from us. We break apart and I’m gasping for breath—the kiss was that explosive, that demanding.

“Michael,” I whimper my body automatically leaning back into him, wanting more.

“Turn around,” he orders gruffly. His voice is so deep it vibrates through my body, seemingly on a direct path to pussy, making me even wetter. I don’t even think to deny him. I turn around, giving him my back, and thanking God that I stripped before I woke him up. His rough hands slide up my stomach methodically. They move to my sides each finger pressing into my side, as if he is memorizing every inch of my body. Slowly his hands move to my back and he pushes me until I’m forced on my hands and knees—in front of him. He moves my legs so that my ass and my pussy are open to him. I can’t see what he’s doing, even though I do try to look over my shoulder. It’s then I look up and see him staring at me through the mirror on the dresser. “You sure you’re ready?” he asks. His concern is still evident—despite the desire you can hear dripping from his dark voice. He moves his hands along the inside of my thighs, sliding through the wetness that has already pooled there. My face heats, as more of my desire flows out against his hand when he growls his approval.

“God yes. I miss you Michael. Please.”

“Don’t want to hurt you, Beauty,” he mumbles, sounding more and more like the caveman I’ve accused him of being. I nearly combust when I feel his hand move up and cup my pussy. “So fucking wet. Always so fucking wet and ready,” he moans. His fingers caress me, moving over my clit and through my juices, gathering them on his fingers. This time it’s me who growls out in frustration when he doesn’t thrust them inside of me. His hand tangles into my hair and he yanks on it hard, forcing my head up so I have to look at him through the mirror. I watch as he sucks my cum from his fingers and I’m pretty sure I have a mini orgasm.

His hand goes down and just a moment later I feel his hard, wide cock, sliding against my soaked pussy. The head teases against my sensitive skin and I thrust against him wanting him deep inside of me. He slaps my ass reprimanding me. My body jerks with the sting of pain.

“Michael,” I cry out, as he brings his hand down again. I grow still—afraid to move. I feel the broad head of his dick push against the entrance of my ass. I can feel the way my cum has coated his head, but he can’t mean to fuck me like that. He’s so big. He pushes a little more, stopping before he actually goes inside. The pressure drives me crazy, but I’m afraid it will hurt. Still, I wouldn’t deny him. For a second fear, relief and hunger all war with each other.

“Not yet, but soon I’m taking your ass, Hayden. I just want to make sure you’re ready for me, before we do,” he whispers. He leans down, placing kisses along my spine and I can’t deny the disappointment that bubbles up inside of me. Michael wants me like that and I want him to use me anyway he wants. I belong to him. I don’t worry about my own pleasure, because I know without a doubt that if Michael is in charge, he will always make sure I have nothing but pleasure. I’m about to demand he quits toying with me when I hear him murmur, “Don’t let me hurt you, Beauty,” he whispers and a moment later his cock is pushing inside of me.

Finally.