He pushed into my mouth, inch by glorious inch. Sealing my lips around him, I teased him with the tip of my tongue as he slowly eased in and out. His groans mixed with his salty, musky taste like a damn aphrodisiac.
“Good girl, fuck, that’s it.”
By the tremor in his legs, I could tell he was struggling to hold himself back, but he maintained his steady movements, and that just wouldn’t do. I swirled my tongue around his tip, sucking hard, and he jutted forward, picking up speed.
Lying with my head resting on the edge of the bed, I was completely at his disposal as he fucked my mouth in earnest. I couldn’t pull back or control the speed, I could only open my throat and enjoy the ride.
He leaned over me, continuing his erratic thrusts, and reached out to roll one of my nipples between two fingers, pulling ever so slightly. My nipples had always been incredibly sensitive, and I moaned around his shaft.
He moved to my other nipple, and I was a writhing mess. I’d have been begging him to fuck me if I didn’t have a mouthful. Wanting to set him on fire the same way he was doing to me, I reached up, cupping his balls and giving them a light squeeze.
He bucked, ramming sharply down my throat and making me gag. “Fuck.”
He pulled out, my lips making a popping sound at the sudden break of suction. He moved so fast, my mouth was still agape when he cradled one large hand behind my neck and the other under my ass and launched me to the center of the bed.
He hovered the bulk of his body over me and stole my lips in a possessive claim. He plundered my mouth, sucking and sweeping like he’d lost all control. He maneuvered himself until he prodded at my entrance, and only then did he pull back to look down at me.
“Tell me you want this.”
“I want this.”
“Tell me you want me.”
I hesitated momentarily, scared to admit it out loud. But in this case—in a purely physical sense—I felt safe admitting at least that truth. “I want you.”
He pushed in an inch, teasing. I wiggled, lifting my hips, desperate for him to fill me.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
I smacked at his chest, “Just fuck me already.”
“No.”
“Garrett, please.”
He reached up, pinching my nipple and making my back arch, seeking the stimulation. “Tell me you’re mine, Madison.”
“Goddammit, I’m yours, I’m fucking yours!”
In one forceful thrust of his hips, he impaled me. I cried out, unprepared for the sudden stretch of my inner walls.
He let out a long, drawn-out groan, leaning his forehead on mine, “You feel so damn good, baby, you fit me like a glove.”
I heaved in breaths, tensing up from the unfamiliar pressure. It wasn’t anything more than a mild discomfort, and he stayed still, letting my body acclimate. “You could have done that a little less caveman-like.”
“I told you, you’re not breakable.” He pinned me under his gaze, “You want to know why no other man could ever get you off? Because you’ve never been theirs. You’ve only ever been mine. Your pussy was fucking made to take me.” He flexed his hips, driving his point home.
“And I’m going to spend the whole night proving it to you. Tell me you’re ready.”
I nodded, probably looking like a bobble-head with my eagerness. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
“Thank fuck.” He pulled out slowly, watching my face for any sign of pain, and when I didn’t give any, he drove deep, all the way to the hilt.
Some people had sex. Some made love. But Garrett? He fucked, and he fucked hard. His grip on my hips was bruising, and he slammed into me again and again in a punishing rhythm, obliterating the friendship zone into nothing but dust.