Part 19 (1/2)

Stop talking, you... Body on fire, she let herself melt into him.

His skin slapping hers, he snarled, ”You are the best, Red.” He drove into her, holding her like a doll. ”Stay the week with me.”

”You ever gonna shut up?”

He s.h.i.+fted his weight, holding her now with one hand. Big Daddy's golden eyes gazed into hers. Not amused, he said, ”Don't ever tell me to shut up.” He nuzzled her nose with his. ”We'll talk about your choking-smacking thing-later.”

She wanted him to strike her, she couldn't figure out why, but she did. Something told her he didn't get into degrading a woman.

Respect. Power. Wors.h.i.+p.

Taddy rode him faster. ”Harder.” She came again. Holy s.h.i.+t. ”Fuuuck.” His domination had made her come, especially when he told her he was the boss and he wasn't into treating her like a wh.o.r.e.

You are the best, Warner, the best...

”You like it rough, my little Red.” s.h.i.+mmying to the bed with her in his arms, he rested her on the mattress.

She fell back on the pillows in awe. He stunned her. He scared her. He amazed her.

Nostrils flared, his chest heaved as heat radiated from his body. His man-buds hardened to her touch. Lifting both legs up, he reprimanded, ”Look at this mess you've made, Red.” Palms over her c.l.i.t, he tapped on her mound with a suction and release several times. Tap. Tap.

Her body shook. She came again. f.u.c.k. ”Lick me up.” She bit down on her pointer finger, playing up the coy, disarrayed state.

Lowering his mouth to her wetness, he thrust his tongue deep inside, his nose buried inside her walls as well. He tongue-f.u.c.ked her then grunted, ”Dirty little girl. You're my dirty girl. Say it.”

”I'm not a talker, Truman.” Taddy didn't realize it until now, but for some reason being with Warner made her quiet. She'd started to pull into herself, and just as she couldn't determine why, she wanted him to strike her-she hadn't a clue as to why she was withdrawing.

Nevertheless, she was.

When she'd dominated men in bed, normally she'd tell them what to do. Whether it was licking her toes, ma.s.saging her shoulders or shaving her legs-they'd do it. Although tonight, in his arms, she couldn't talk or think, she fought the urge inside her to not feel. That took a lot of energy and effort on her part, not to feel. He wasn't one of her friends or an employee. She couldn't.

He spread her legs wide. ”Say it, Brill.”

For Pete's sake. ”I'm your girl.”

”No! Say it.”

”I'm Big Daddy's dirty girl.”

”And what do you want Big Daddy to do to his dirty girl?”

”Lick me clean.”

s.e.x with Warner became a euphoric trip to Candy Land. She'd never imagined it could be this extreme, genuine and vocal. Such a New Yorker! Their kissing and petting night in St. Barth's came off sweet and almost cute in comparison to tonight's savage alpha-to-alpha exchange.

Taddy wondered if Warner had built-up s.e.xual frustration, perhaps for not getting with her sooner. A force this focused was a new experience in her Manhattanite jaded long list of been there done that. However, this? Never ever in a million plastic surgeons, Pilates instructors, chauffeurs or butlers could she have imagined he'd be so wonderful.

In amazement, she realized she didn't have to close her eyes. She didn't have to dream about the NFL player Brayden Brooks or play ”Honey Hive Filled Love” by Waris Sugar in her head. There were no names of Baden Cosmetics to describe this. With Warner, she couldn't focus on anything else but him. It was him. Oh G.o.d. The thoughts that raced through her mind were overwhelming her. So much that she felt another quake through her body.

”You wanna come again, Red?” Warner smiled, pumping harder. ”You didn't ask last time. You just covered my d.i.c.k in your c.u.m.” He pulled out and looked down at her for a response. ”Talk to me.”

d.a.m.n you, Chatty Cathy.

”Answer me.” He kept his c.o.c.k out. ”Stop being quiet.”

”Yes.” She jerked her head up, holding on to his shoulders, begging him to move back inside her. Her body ached when he stopped filling her. This closeness was better than anything she'd ever experienced.

Embedding himself inside her, he shoved everything he had right back in to where it belonged. Warner hammered again, driving deeper into her. He needed this as much as she did. Taddy could tell his body hungered for hers. She wondered for a split second if his soul was as starved for love as hers was. She hadn't thought about this emotion in years. She kept remembering Kiki's conversation in the car. f.u.c.k you, Kiki, for putting these thoughts in my head. It's not me. I don't do this. I don't know how to be in love. I can't.

”Baby girl, you're zoning out on me.” He kissed Taddy, insisting on her attention. ”What are you thinking? Why so silent?”

Because I'm confused and don't want to have any feelings for you. ”My body has had a year's worth of o.r.g.a.s.ms in one evening. I'm-overwhelmed.” Her mind had tripped on honey clouds and peppermint sticks again. Except she couldn't daydream or fantasize, Big Daddy seemed to provide all she needed. On that, she came again. ”Sorry.”

”I like that you're thinking. I hope it's about me. Tell me.” His rhythm slowed, finding a perfect cadence.

”I'm enjoying you. Okay?” Taddy felt as if she'd already said more than enough.

”Likewise. You better get used to this.” He laughed, nibbling at her neck. ”The more I enjoy, the more you cream.”

”I get wet-so wet-very wet.”

Warner kissed her, gazing deep into her eyes. He loved it, she could tell. ”What are we going to do about your s.e.x spigot?”

”Stop my spout up.” She raked her acrylics over his chest. G.o.d, you're ma.s.sive.

On his knees, he pushed her legs back with her a.s.s up. She felt a cold rush from the air-conditioning vents strike her a.s.shole as he pulled his body back and exposed her. Her skin between her thighs goosed up as he ran his fingers through her mound. He came down over her like thunder and lightning.

Screaming in fits of joy, Taddy rolled her eyes into the back of her head, glimpsing black. So good! Her body felt satisfied when he was inside her. She held onto the mattress for balance.

The white sheets popped up on their corners and released the elastic footing.

He could smash her into a million pieces if he wanted to. Warner had to be the strongest man she'd ever met.

Faster. Wetter. Deeper ”Is it too much?” He slowed his pumping into a soft rhythm and wiped his forehead, then kissed her while waiting for an answer. His eyes stared through her.

”I'm getting used to your size.” She eased herself over onto her stomach. Jesus Christ bananas. Worried he might see how she felt, Taddy needed a break from staring into those eyes of his.

Big Daddy positioned himself behind her. ”Okay, Red.” He pulled her long hair off her face and held on to it like a horse's lead, guiding her. Sliding inside with force and then back out again slowly, he picked up friction again. Warner could easily tap her cervix, causing pain, but his body was in tune with just how far to go. He came in at the perfect angle, sending every hair follicle on her scalp to attention. ”Throw your c.u.n.t back at me, baby. Give it to me...”

”You feel so good. That's it. Yes!” On all fours, she could take his c.o.c.k much better. However, she missed not being able to see Warner's face. She didn't think she'd fall under his spell of sweet intimacy with hardcore f.u.c.king, but she had. Taddy could o.r.g.a.s.m under him a million times over. His body may be man, but his talents, those felt supernatural.

With no warning, he pulled out, wrapped his arms around her waist and turned her face up onto her backside.

”Whoa.” She felt whipped.

”I can't do that position with you.” He held onto her legs.