Ugly girl

My shirt comes off, and at the rush of feeling his naked chest against my skin, I’m left needing more and my bra is quick to go.

His rough, calloused hands roam over my body making me feel more alive than I’ve ever had the right to feel. Knowing there’s only one way this is going to end, I murmur against his lips. “You should know that I haven’t done this since…you know.”

He looks down at me, worry brimming in his dark eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he questions. “Just say the word and I’ll stop.”

Studying his gaze, I realize that no matter what, he’s going to take care of me and that stopping would be a tragedy. Whatever this is between us, it’s real and despite our fucked-up start, this has the potential to be something incredible. Do I love him? No. I’m not even close to that, but I feel like I could and I sure as hell want to find out how far this thing could go.

Loving him would be a rollercoaster, but having a man like Slade Cruz loving me in return… Wow. I can’t even imagine how intense and amazing that would be. Every day would be like a wild rollercoaster that I’d never want to get off.

My hand comes to the back of his neck and I pull him back down to me. “I don’t want to stop,” I whisper against his lips. “I’m ready.”

His lips pull up into a smile against mine as he presses them down, kissing me the way that every woman dreams.

I reach down between us, loving the feel of his tight abs as I pass. I push down the top of his sweatpants and his erection instantly springs free, heavy, long, and hard. He’s so thick that my fingers can hardly stretch right around him, but damn it, I’m no quitter.

Challenge accepted.

I begin working my hand up and down his length and he buries his face into my neck, groaning low in the back of his throat while ridding me of my pants. The second they’re kicked off my feet, my legs are wrapped around him and his fingers trail down until they’re rubbing circles over my clit.

My thumb rubs over the tip of his erection just as he pushes two thick fingers inside of me and begins working my body. My head tips back and he instantly takes advantage of my sensitive skin.

He kisses my neck, gently pinches my nipple and worships my pussy. Within minutes, I’m coming around his fingers, hard and fast, making my eyes roll to the back of my head, my nails dig into his back, and my toes curl in appreciation. But he’s not even close to being done yet.

Slade adjusts himself and reaches over to his bedside table and comes back with a condom. I take it from his hands with an excited grin. “Let me.”

He hands it over and I tear it open with my teeth while keeping my hand working up and down his length. I bring the condom down to his tip and watch him as I slide it down, torturously slow.

His eyes close and satisfaction rocks through me. I love that I have the ability to make him feel this good. “Fuck, Virago, I’ve got to have you.”

With the condom on and ready, I tilt my chin, brushing my lips over his. “Then what are you waiting for? I’m all yours.”

His eyes turn to molten lava as he positions himself at my entrance. He slips his arm around my waist, holding me as he slowly pushes inside me. He stretches me wide and so damn full that he has no choice but to take it slow.

We both groan as he seats himself fully inside me. “Fuck you’re tight.”

I grin against his lips. This is going to be fun. “If you’re not going to hurry up and move, then roll the hell over so I can take charge.”

He pulls back and raises up onto his elbows again, looking down at me with fire in his eyes. “Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?” he teases, pulling so damn slowly out of me then pushing back in, making all of my insides scream for mercy.

“Oh, God,” I moan, clenching down around him and making a wildly sexy smirk pull over his lips. “Please. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

Slade drops back to me with his lips on my neck and his fingers lacing through mine. Squeezing my hand, he finally starts to move and I see stars.

My body screams for him, so good and strong. He works me, kissing, touching, nipping, giving me every last thing I need. His fingers squeeze harder, grunts and groans are pulled from within him as I pant and call his name.

My body is pushed to its limits and then finally, my world explodes and I detonate as he growls my name, coming with me as I clench down around him. He keeps himself moving, letting me ride out my orgasm until my body goes weak.

Slade collapses down beside me, pulling me on top of him and encircling me with his arms. I curl into the warmth of his inviting chest, relaxing into him with a sigh. “Why the hell have I waited so long to do that with you?” he murmurs, taking hold of my ass as I struggle to catch my breath.

I stare at the wall, unable to form any kind of sentence for a few drawn-out moments. “That was…I don’t even know what it was.”

“Yeah,” he agrees with a soft laugh vibrating through his chest as he reaches around me and deals with the used condom. He tosses it across the room to a trash can and I have to grin at the basketball hoop he has attached to it.

He pulls his blankets over me and runs his hand up and down my back as I listen to the steady beat of his heart. “Are you still denying that there’s something going on here?” he questions.

I smile against him, burying my face into his chest. “I want to but I don’t think I can anymore.”

“Damn fucking straight,” he says. “You were mine the second you walked through the doors.”

I roll my eyes at his cockiness. We both know he’s exaggerating. There may have been an attraction on that first day, but to say that I was his is a big leap. “You wish,” I say, finally taking a chance to look around his room when a familiar leather jacket catches my eyes. “Is that my jacket?” I ask, indicating to his desk chair that has my jacket carelessly thrown over the back of it.

“Yeah, I think your bra is there too,” he says, reminding me that I’d run out of Damian’s room so fast that I’d left all my things there. “You know, I’m still pissed that you went to Damian that night instead of me.”

“You weren’t pissed enough not to join in.”

“Would you have preferred I sat back and watched my best friend fuck my girl?”

“I wasn’t your girl then, and no,” I say with a grin spreading wide. “I’m definitely glad you joined in, but I don’t get why you did. Most people would have just walked out.”

“You said you wanted to forget, and Damian, he would have just fucked you and you would have walked out of there regretting it all and not having forgotten a damn thing. Besides, I wasn’t going to miss a chance to see what you tasted like.”

My cheeks flame as I recall the memory of his head between my legs and the way he licked his lips afterward. I’ve never seen anything so erotic. The image still flashes in my mind every single night before bed.

“You’re an idiot,” I tell him, attempting to throw the blankets back, only to have him stop me.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home,” I say. “Where do you think I’m going? It’s the middle of the night.”

“Stay here tonight. I’ll drive you back in the morning.”

“You’ll drive me all the way back up the street?” I grin, teasing him. “My God, I’ve hit the jackpot.”

“Shut up. I don’t want you walking down the street in the middle of the night, just stay here with me and sleep.”

My lips pull into a tight line as I think it over. “I don’t know,” I tell him. “My knife…”