Part 20 (2/2)

”Rough play is fun-but you will respect me in and out of bed.” With his c.o.c.k embedded in her a.s.s, he pumped once, then twice. ”Especially since we're new to each other.”

”Yes,” she muttered. Her hands reached for his triceps, holding on to them.

”You will never tell me to shut up. And I will never choke you when we're in bed.” He didn't appreciate what she'd requested of him earlier.

Eyes widening, she nodded.

”You will never hit me.” He removed his hand from her mouth, wiping the blood from her lips.

”I understand.” Taddy lifted her head from the pillow and tried to kiss him.

He jerked his head, not ready to accept her apology. ”Have you ever been in a relations.h.i.+p?” He pumped. Her a.s.shole constricted.

”It's been awhile.” She looked away, inching to the bed's other side as his c.o.c.k slid out.

Pulling her back in to him, he sank his d.i.c.k deep inside. His gaze returned to hers. ”I can tell. You're feral, like something from the wild.” He kissed her with a slight laugh, pressing his lips upon hers. Cautiously, she opened her mouth. Warner shoved his tongue inside, deep-throating her. Let your walls down, Taddy.

”I never said I wanted to be tamed.” Taddy arched her back.

Here we go again. ”Is that so?” He thrust down on her a.s.s, pulling her with force onto his c.o.c.k.

”Warner!” She put her palms on his chest to push him off. Her nails, the acrylic tips almost pierced his skin.

”I have what you need.” He pressed his body on top and kissed her.

”Whatever.” She pushed her hands against his chest. He could fall back, allowing her to pretend she didn't need his affection. But he knew better. She grew defensive and ridiculous.

”I have what you want.” He kissed her stiff upper lip. ”Kiss me back, Red.”

”Spare me.”

”So I'll ignore whatever garbage flies from your smart mouth.”

”Warner, I'm Taddy Bri-”

”Quiet.” He kissed her lips and lifted her legs high. Sliding in, he allowed her a.s.s muscles to guide his next o.r.g.a.s.m.

In bliss, she screamed and reached for a pillow, placing it over her face to stifle the ecstasy. Perhaps she knew he didn't intend to stop drilling until he came.

He pushed her legs back and her c.u.n.t split wide. Tush up, he jackhammered her a.n.u.s. ”Yeah, Red.” He dove in deeper.

Taddy's hot a.s.shole swelled tight around his d.i.c.k, resembling a virgin's c.u.n.t.

”Come for me, Red.” He scissored his fingers over her m.u.f.f. Stroking the hood, protecting her c.l.i.t, he studied her face as she removed the pillow and relaxed. That's it, Red! Gently, he pulled her folds back, feeling the hard kernel underneath. Vibrating with excitement, her c.l.i.toris felt good under his fingers.

She creamed, then giggled as if embarra.s.sed by her ability to come.

”My girl!” He cheered her on, rejoicing in her beauty.

Using her o.r.g.a.s.m to re-lube her a.s.s, he thrust in harder. It was his turn now.

She held onto her ankles when he climaxed.

He came in her a.s.s, the seed bouncing inside the latex. Fragrant s.e.m.e.n filled the condom.

Her once-crimson face blanched. Taddy cried.

”Did I hurt you?”

”No! I loved it.”

He tore the condom off and threw it onto the floor, holding her in his arms. ”Why are you crying?”

”I don't know why I hit you.”

”Are you afraid of getting close?” Warner didn't expect this from her.

Her eyes closed as she nodded. ”Other than my friends I don't let a lot of people into my life.”

”I hope you can make room for me.” He held her tight. ”Sleep here, next to me. Don't go to your room. We'll talk about it some more in the morning.”

Taddy kissed him back. Tears ran down her face as she sobbed. Unsure if she'd hit him again or leave the room, her hand came around his shoulders, wrapping her body tight around his. ”Please-hold me.”

She needed him.

Gathering Taddy into his arms, he rested her face on his chest and wondered if she pushed everyone away from her who tried to get to know her better.

G.o.d did I screw up. The next morning, lying there next to Warner, Taddy was so mortified by her behavior, she couldn't face herself. How could she even look at him? A take-charge billionaire like Warner couldn't be bossed around. He didn't work at her company. What had come over her?

The desire to be choked?

Taddy had starred in her own p.o.r.no in her head and spat at him while he stood, thrusting inside her, trying to be intimate and be real with her. She'd thought at first she'd done it to be playful. Looking back, she understood Warner had let one slide. Taddy had acted out to hide the real emotions coming over her. She'd been enjoying something other than l.u.s.t, other than her usual s.e.x cravings, and wasn't prepared to identify or label them.

The slap across his beautiful face?

One minute she'd enjoyed being in his arms, his c.o.c.k planted in her a.s.s, and then fear had consumed her. He'd use her. He'd throw her away. She couldn't bear it, so that's why she'd slapped him.

After her hand had struck his handsome face-he didn't pull her hair, call her a wh.o.r.e or tell her to invite her friends over for some girl-on-girl action. No, this was like nothing she'd seen in the Manuel Coq de la Grande movies. Or like anything she'd experienced with the guys in the city. Warner just looked down at her with disgust and disappointment. Was it a mistake to hook up with him? At dinner, when she'd taken his hand, she'd hesitated. It would be a night like no other.

She could run a Fortune 500 company, no problem. She could be a boss. She could be a friend. However, real intimacy could ruin her. Part of her, rich with desire, wanted to cuddle with Warner and try to redeem herself. Another element wanted to run for the door. Leave a note stating she'd fallen ill and returned home to New York.

d.a.m.n this press conference.

Her eyes squinted as the French Riviera sun came through the windows. Warner moved, letting her know he was awake. Taddy rolled over. He was staring at her. His face searched for an answer from her, for what had happened last night. She didn't know what to say. ”Good morning, Big Daddy.” Taddy forced a publicity-perky voice.

”You wanna talk more about last night?” Warner folded his hands over his eight-pack, straightening the sheets out below him.

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