Page 37 of Watch Me

I’m crazy for the absolute power and presence of him, the way he seems to fill every room. And for the complete and utter vulnerability in his eyes when he fucks me, the hidden well of his emotions just under the surface. His protectiveness, his fierce defense of me. Even to his own son.

I love Nick Rivera with my whole heart, and when you feel that way, you just can’t keep it inside.

“Zoë,” he rasps, his voice low and raw, the despair of a moment ago transformed into something wilder. His eyes flick back and forth between mine, searching and conflicted, and then he wraps a hand around my neck and kisses me fiercely, the vehemence of his actions speaking the words he does not say.

I meet his passion with my own, my anxiety melting away with the relief that courses through my veins.

We’re fine. No matter what, we’ll always find our way back to each other. I’m sure of it.

Kissing has never been like this—the desperation, Nick’s sheer hunger—and I let myself get swept up in it. It feels so good to sense his power shifting like this. To be needed by him.

With our bodies pressed together, he pushes his plate out of the way and scoops me up by my ass before lifting me onto the table. He kicks his chair back and leans over me, kissing me with a savage fervor as he undoes his pants with one hand.

I’m panting for air as he pulls my leggings off and then drags my hips towards him. His huge cock, already hard, throbs between us, pressing against my slit. He fists my hair and roughly breathes against my ear.

“You’re mine,” he growls. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I huff breathlessly.

“I fucking own you.”

“You own me.”

He nips at my ear, trails his mouth down my neck, and then pulls my t-shirt up to my armpits and slides the cups of my bra down, exposing each breast. He bends to take one nipple in his mouth, sucking the hard nub through his teeth and making me hiss.

“Tell me you want this,” he says as he pulls back, wraps his hand around his shaft, and lines the head of his cock up against my entrance. “Tell me you want to get fucked by the big, bad man, little girl.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say with a smile. “I want you to fuck me hard with that big cock like I’m your good little slut.”

“Ah, fuck,” he groans, undone by my dirty talk, and drives into me with a helpless moan.

I gasp. Even though we’ve had sex probably twenty times this week, the size of him is impossible to get used to, but the pain quickly morphs into pleasure as he moves inside of me, every one of my nerve endings stroked by his girth.

“Nick…” I murmur, just because saying his name makes my skin tingle.

“You’re fucking mine,” he bites out. A quaver to his voice. A fury.

“I’m yours. I’m yours.”

His hand loosens from my hair and cups the back of my head. His mouth travels across my jaw and my cheeks until he finds my lips, and he kisses me with a devouring hunger as he fucks me.

I don’t close my eyes, and when he pulls away for breath, pressing his forehead to mine, his black eyes bore into me with a desperate intensity.

“Zoë.” His voice shakes, all his control ebbing away, only the rawness of his needs left, and heat blossoms in my chest, spreading out to my fingers.

“I love you,” I whisper as the heat enfolds me and bursts into starlight. “I love you.”

He doesn’t reply, but he never looks away, a stormy agony transforming his features as he explodes inside of me.

For a moment, we stay just like that. Suspended in perfect unity, breathing in each other’s mouths, hearts hammering in sync. And while I wish he would say the same words back to me, the unflinching way he looks at me seems good enough for now. I know he feels the same.

And then his gaze drops.

He takes a deep breath, planting his palms on the table and dipping his head, and then he straightens up and pulls out.

He tucks himself back into his pants without looking at me. He fetches me a Kleenex box from the living room and stands, hovering, while I wipe his cum from between my legs and pull down my shirt and pick my leggings up from the floor. Suddenly, the room feels very quiet.

“Nick,” I say to get his attention. I touch his arm.

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