Page 60 of Undone, Love Times Three

“Stop laughing or I’ll make it happen.”

“I’ve never liked being told what to do,” I reply, squeezing him tighter.

“Not even when it benefits you?” he asks through another grunt as his dick swells and he thrusts upwards.

“When you put it that way,” I pull his hand back and give him a look. He slaps my ass again and I cry out, arching my back. Well what do you know, I do like it.

He shifts his body and rolls us over, flipping and pressing me down into the mattress.

Clasping my hands he raises them up above my head, holding me trapped beneath him. It’s a place I don’t care to struggle out of, but I give it a half-hearted attempt.

Daniel laughs and tightens his grip, then nips at my chin and throat and swivels his hips so his dick hits me in all the different places inside. The moan I let out is downright dirty.

“God, you drive me fucking wild,” he slows his thrusts but they’re deep, hard and so fucking good.

“Your dick is magical.”

He snorts a laugh. I open my eyes, panicking. I didn’t mean to saythatout loud. We stare at one another, and his hands clench mine. I swallow, wanting to avert my eyes.

I’ve been working hard to fight my desire to run. He’s been breaking down my walls, saying all the right things but showing me with his actions that he means what he says.

“Your pussy is like heaven,” he says, drawing me back to what we’re doing. His smirk and wink make me laugh. “I want to fucking drown in it.”

Daniel thrusts again, using one hand to pin my two wrists together as his knees shove into the mattress for more leverage. I’m jolted up the bed and back again with each movement. Every breath I take is hard drawn in.

“I want to own it,” he murmurs, lost in the moment. “My dick was made for this cunt.”

A shudder goes through me. Daniel has a dirty mouth. I hate that word. Coming from him, now, when he is owning every inch of my body, it drives me wild.

Daniel dips his head and sucks hard on my breast, just above my nipple. He teases me with his tongue, watching my reaction, grunting when I squeeze him. Then he cups the breast and pushes it up to his mouth, taking more than just my nipple inside.

“Daniel,” I cry. The climax hits me like I’ve slammed against a brick wall. I’m powerless to stop it.

He fucks me through it, his teeth gritted and jaw popping as he tries to hold off but this time, he loses the battle and lets out a long sexy deep groan. His back arches, his hand leaves my breast and slams at the sheets beside me to keep from falling.

Our chests are heaving in tandem, my limbs are liquid. He could fall on top of me, crush me with his weight and I wouldn’t care. My head rolls to the side and I close my eyes, fighting for calm, to slow my heart. And to look away from his face.

The mild possessiveness he’s been showing lately is there, along with something else, something softer.

With the barest touch of his fingers, he moves damp hair from my neck where it is stuck in the sweat. His lips meet the feverish skin and he inhales, before licking and sucking beneath my ear.

Another shiver wracks through my body.

No man has ever made me feel this way. Simultaneously replete, cared for, special, and terrified.

He pulls back and rolls to the side of the bed to deal with the condom. I stare out of the window.

It started raining at some point. Droplets are running down the glass, sparkling like diamonds where a streetlight reflects through them.

While I lie there, watching the rivulets run down the window, I think back on the last week.

Daniel came to the brewery, he met Jay, and they spent over an hour talking about beer. Fortunately, it’s something that interests me too, but watching him with my family lit something else inside of me. The way he gave me little looks as he talked to the workers at the brewery. How he kept his distance when he thought I needed it, then held my hand when he was sure I was okay.

Things changed after that. I released the tight grip on my heart. He is burrowing inside a little deeper with each passing day and I’m powerless to stop it.

Daniel comes back from his ensuite bathroom and stands at the end of the bed. Rolling my neck I look at him. On any day, he can be imposing, intense but always quick with a smile. Standing naked at the end of the bed, looking down on me the way he is now, sends my brain into a tailspin.

His body is a work of art, even flaccid, his dick is pretty.Magical. Hanging heavy between his thighs. He isn’t ashamed in the slightest. His confidence, not just in his physical appearance, but in everything he does is sexy as hell. It’s something to be admired. It’s one of the things I love about him.

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