Page 45 of What He Wants

“Cute.” I started to move off him, but he stopped me. His hand traveled down my back to my butt, taking a handful. “God, baby, I’ll take a woman like you any day over a skinny woman with huge plastic tits, too much makeup, and over-sprayed hair.”

I snorted, realizing that he was referring to the women at his club. “They were good enough for you before.”

“Their pussies were,” he clarified, being brutally blunt. “That’s all I wanted from them. Relief from club shit. Relief from war, from fighting, from one too many close calls.”

I thought about what Big John was saying. Audra and the other old ladies had taken the time to tell me a little bit about how things worked in their club. They’d explained why the men needed sweetbutts, and how important they were in relieving the daily stress for the brothers. They were there willingly, for all the brothers, even the married ones, though most of the ones who had old ladies didn’t stray.

“What makes me different?” I needed to know.

“You’ve got some serious curves, and I like them.” He took a breast in his hand. “I like that your tits are real.” He smoothed his hand over my hair. “Your hair is like shimmering silk, and I like that it’s long enough to wrap around my hand when I’m fucking you.” He twisted a hand in the length and pulled my head back so he could look at me. “I love the fire in your green eyes, and those full fucking lips. I love how you taste. You’re a natural beauty. You’re the first civilian woman I’ve wanted in a fucking long time.”

I couldn’t deny that his words warmed me and turned me on at the same time. I knew what he meant by ‘civilian’ now, thanks to my brief education during my stay there. “How long, Big John?”

He thought for a minute. “Since I was in my early twenties, and I’m thirty-seven now.”

Oh. That made me feel special, yet I still couldn’t help but worry about what was happening between us. We weren’t exactly doing the normal dating thing. No, the intense sexual attraction between us had taken front seat to everything else.

I quivered when his cock slipped out of me, brushing against my still-swollen sex. A slight nudge from Big John, and I rolled to the side of him. As he had the last time, he got up, removed the condom, and disappeared. A few seconds later I heard the toilet flush, and then he returned. I couldn’t stop my gaze from roaming over his impressive body, which was a visual stimulant for the senses. Instinctively, I reached for the sheet when I saw that he was examining my nakedness, too.

His mouth turned down with a look of distaste. “Your ex make you self-conscious?” He rubbed his hand up and down his well-defined chest.

I swallowed, nodding. “Good guess.”

“He sounds like a prick,” he growled, scooping up his jeans.

“He was,” I agreed, watching him slip them on without underwear.

“How long were you married?” He left his jeans undone, making his way back towards me, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Too many damned years. I divorced him a year ago.”

His expression was casual, so it came as a surprise when a moment later he suddenly snatched the sheet from my hands. I gasped, and then found myself dragged onto his lap with his arms around me.

“What−”

“Don’t ever cover yourself against me again, woman. There’s not a fucking thing wrong with your body. You got me?”

While Big John spoke, his gaze moved over all of me. When his eyes returned to mine, I could see the truth in their dark orbs. His renewed arousal sent a thrill through me. I could see it in the dilation of his pupils, felt it in the movement beneath my butt.

“You got me?” he asked again in a grittier tone. “You do it again and I’ll be forced to punish you.”

A snort escaped me. “Punish me?” I laughed again. “Seriously? I’m an adult, Big John, you don’t get to punish me. And if I feel uncomfortable around you when I’m naked it’s because you’re not naked.” That was only half true. I was also uncomfortable because he also had the body of a God.

“Is that the problem, baby?” He stood up, setting me on my feet, and began to peel his jeans off again. “There. Both naked. Now what about breakfast?”

My mouth opened with shock. “Breakfast? While naked?”

“Yep.” He took my hand and pulled me from the bedroom.

“Big John, I just can’t walk around naked.” I tried to pull back, but he was much stronger than me. “It’s not in my nature.”

He stopped and turned to me. “Have you ever tried it?”Of course not,I thought. “Because it’s very liberating, baby.” He pushed me gently against the wall. “It’s sexually stimulating, visually satisfying,” He pressed his body against mine, and I caught my breath when I realized that his cock was hard again. “It’s fucking convenient,” he finished in a sandpaper tone.

“How is it convenient?” I whispered, my pulse throbbing. I already had an idea, because I was beginning to understand how he thought, but the wickedness in me wanted him to show me.

“With no clothes,” he said with a sexy grin, “I can pick you up and fuck you anytime I want.” A visual of him picking me up and setting me on the kitchen counter caused a flush to spread across my body. “I can see that thought turns you on.”

“You’re crazy,” I said, meaning it. Without warning his fingers were in my pussy, the wetness there aiding in making his entry easy, and proving that he wasn’t all that crazy. I gasped, and then whimpered, rolling my head back against the wall. “Big John−” In a flash he had total control over my traitorous body, and it didn’t occur to me to try and stop him. In fact, it was all I could do not to slink to the floor in weakness.

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