“Fuck,” he groans out, fisting my hair. “You have to stop. That’s going to make me come.”
I pop the orb out of my mouth and grin. “You mean this?” I latch onto the other one and circle my tongue around the ball, reminding me of how I would suck a jawbreaker, the candy that never quits.
“Yes, that!” he shouts, curling the top half of his body over my head.
He rips his cock from my mouth again and wraps his fingers around the base, squeezing until the vein looks like it’s about to pop. “I don’t want to come until I’m inside you,” he struggles to say between breaths.
His hand presses against my chest to flatten me against the bed. He situates himself, spreading my legs with his knees. Quin hovers over me, his gorgeous brown eye glossed over with need. Starting from his ass, I drag my fingers up his body, around his shoulder, up his neck, grazing his cheeks—and then I slip my fingers under the patch.
He jerks his head away. “What are you doing?”
“I want to see all of you.”
He shakes his head. “Not like this. Not when you want me. I don’t want you to look at a monster.”
I slip the patch over his head and toss it across the room, dragging my fingers along that side of his face. I feel the ruined skin, the rough patches gliding against my fingers. I apply pressure to his temple to force him to look at me and he closes his good eye so he doesn’t have to see me.
“Quin, look at me, please.”
The desperation in my voice must have won him over because he opens his eye. He doesn’t seem happy about it. He has wrinkles forming between his brows and his cheeks become red with a hot flush.
I touch every part of his face, every gorgeous inch. I stretch my neck and lift my head, kissing the place where his eye used to be. His breathing is quick and ragged. His fingers grip my arms so hard I almost yelp, but I know this is him holding on for dear life.
Again.
If he falls, he wouldn’t get back up this time.
“I love you,” I whisper, kissing the orbit of his eye. “You’re beautiful. I wouldn’t have you any other way. All of you, all of your scars and insecurities, all of your pain, Quin. You’re the only man that does this to me.” I take his hand and press my head against the pillow so I can see him. He’s as white as a sheet. He hates having sex without his patch and before I never could get it off him, but I won’t take no for an answer this time.
“Feel that?” I hold his hand against my chest so he can feel my racing heart. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
His confused expression eases and he lifts his gaze from my chest to my face. “But—”
“No buts. Your one eye is better than any two-eyed man I’ve ever been with.”
His lips part in shock and then it hits me with what I said. “Oh god,” I begin laughing and so does he, his perfect white teeth shining bright as he brings his face closer to mine.
I get to see something no one else does.
I get to see a permanent infliction of what the past did to him. One side of his face shows who he used to be, while the other shows who he is now.
Never breaking eye contact, he sinks his wide cock inside me, parting my folds for his length. My breath is stolen, and my lungs scream for air as he kisses me.
The bed shakes as he pounds in and out, taking me higher. Nothing is said anymore.
There’s no need.
This is it.
We’re bound, we’re owned, we’re claimed by one another.
He grips my hands, and we clutch as hard as we can. Our gasps and groans mix as the bed slams against the wall, shaking the lamp on the nightstand next to us. Every drive of his cock becomes harder. I’m about to lose him to lust and I can’t wait. I love it when he becomes unhinged.
“You feel…” he ends on a violent sounding growl, propping a hand on my hip. He looks down, watching himself disappear inside me. “Goddamn it, I can’t get enough. I need to be deeper.” He hooks my legs over his elbows and tugs me toward him, his cock sinking another inch. “Yes,” he hisses. “Just like that. Fuck, Mama.” He tosses his head back and shouts as he fucks me harder, his sack slapping against my ass.
“Yes, oh, god, yes, more,” I beg, clawing at his chest as he ruins me for anyone else.
He drops my legs suddenly and flips me over, shoving my face into the pillow and straightening my legs.
Oh god, this position…
It makes me come over and over again. I’m not ready for the onslaught of fireworks about to take over my body. “Quin,” I plead, but I don’t know what for. I want him to take me, and I don’t want him to at the same time.
“Fight me,” he whispers in my ear, slapping his palm against my right cheek.
I shake my head, defying him, which gets me impossibly wetter.
“You must not want me that badly, then.”
I bury my grin in the pillow, then lift my leg and kick him in the gut, then roll to the left off the bed. He wraps his arms around me, his hard cock digging into my back. He throws me on the mattress, and I try to scramble away, but he gives me a hard slap, grabs my ankle, and tugs me against him until our pelvises are aligned.
A rumble forms in his chest when I shove him away, and this time, he rolls on his bad foot, hissing, but I take the moment to run. My foot gets tangled in the sheets and I fall off the bed. I tug it free desperately and sprint toward the bathroom, but he snakes his hand into my hair and I cry out, pleasure zinging to my chest and beading my nipples tighter. He slings me across the room, and I stumble, my back slamming against the windows.
Windows anyone can see in.
I can’t breathe. My chest rises and falls rapidly, and he stomps forward, hands clenched and jaw tense. His wide palm circles around my throat and squeezes. I’m so close to orgasming, all it would take is a quick brush over my nipple and I’d shatter.
I love it when we play fight. It never lasts long because we always want each other too much, but it’s fun while it lasts. Plus, I’m glad it doesn’t go on too long. I don’t know if I’d like it then. It would feel too real.
He picks me up by my neck and tosses me against the bed again. “No one sees you but me,” he states simply. I expect to be flipped over, but he lies down, his cock pointing straight to the ceiling. “Fuck me, Mama,” he rasps.
I have no choice but to obey.
I grip the base of his cock, throw my leg over his lap, and slowly sink down onto his massive cock. He is so much deeper in this position. I get every fucking inch. I had no idea I could fit so much inside me.
“Quin.” I take a minute to adjust to his size. “You’re so big. I don’t know if I can,” I shake my head in denial, teasing him because I know how much he loves it. He knows how big he is, and he loves how I have to struggle to take him.
“You can. You will.”
I notice how he keeps his head turned to the side so I can’t look at him head-on. I grip his chin and turn his head. “I won’t fuck you until I can look at you.”
“Mama…”
“Don’t make me slap you, Bear.”
His nostrils flare and his eye hoods. Quin thrusts his hips up and I cry out from pain and pleasure. “You wouldn’t dare,” he says.
I roll my hips and grab his nipple between my fingers. “Try me.”