Page 59 of Throttle

Ignoring his hesitation, I pull him toward me by gripping his hair. “Shut up and fuck me.” I should have walked away, and I’m certain that this will shatter me.

“You’re so eager, my rose.”

Damn right I am.

Fireworks explode as his lips collide with mine. My spine arches as he moves, placing kisses on my neck, chest, and the space between my breasts. He advances until he slips his rough, calloused hand into the front of my underwear. Waves of pleasure course through my body, shocking me like a storm. I roll my eyes back and clutch the headboard for stability.

His breath against my ear gives me another shiver as he leans down. “I’ve waited so long to touch you. To experience every part of you.” He has? “I want your screams to be from me. His fingers enter my wetness once more, sending me in a shout of explosion. He slides in and out, stimulating my clit.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” I clasp the silk sheets underneath me, bracing for it.

He lightly pinches the tops of my breasts, teasing and admiring me, before sucking on my nipples. With every lick and flick, I lose it. “You're completely drenched. Jesus, my rose.”

I reach my breaking point and release with an unparalleled experience. No man has ever pleased me like this.

After my high wears off, I give him a deep and fast kiss. Ask for it. I’m desperate for him. All of him. “Please, fuck me, Throttle. I need you.”

Without averting his gaze, he retrieves a condom from his nightstand, tearing it open with his teeth, and I'm mesmerized as he rolls it onto his impressive thickness.

I want to feel him, not the condom.

“I’m on the pill. We don’t have to use that.” I’ve never been so happy to swallow that stupid little thing on the daily.

He hesitates. “I’ve been with a lot of women, Tequila. And I’m not saying this to hurt you, but I need you to know I’ve always worn a condom,” he reassures me what I figure to be true.

I despise every woman who got to have him.

“I trust you.”

“There’s no going back from this. If we do this. Everything will change.” It will change everything. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been so sure about anything.”

He tosses away the condom with a flicker of guilt, yet I push it aside as he penetrates me. Pain following pleasure. Then an eruption of pure bliss.

Holy hell.

In and out. With slow, steady thrusts. Our movement coordinates as our bodies hum in harmony. Each touch is as if it's our last moment. Our first yet final. I suppress the tightness in my chest and concentrate on savoring every bit of him.

“Fuckin’ Christ. You are flawless.” Throttle nuzzles my neck, inhaling me into him.

I can sense another orgasm reaching its climax with every movement and fulfilled desire. “Yes. Yes!” I scratch his solid, hard back and I’ll be sure to apologize for that later.

We release simultaneously, teetering on the edge. We're both naked and sweaty as he engulfs me with his whole body, while propping himself up on his hands.

I love him and am a total idiot because I would do it again. My soul was already craving more of him.

When he doesn’t move, I whisper. “Throttle?”

With heavy breathing, he breaks our intense gazes by lowering his head. He resurfaces, only to kiss my forehead and head to the bathroom.

My eyes burn with unleashed tears when he cleans me so tenderly. It would be easier if he was a jerk.

I tingle as he kisses my inner thighs. His warm lips leading upward and my breath catches. But he hesitates, stopping and the warmth—safety of his body is gone.

I gaze up at him while he towers over me. He appears torn, bewildered, and beaten. We hold each other’s stares.

“I’ll be right back.” Sorrow engulfs him.

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