Page 19 of Drunk Dialing My Enemy

KATIE

“I’m ready, Darren.”

Well shit.I wasn’t expecting to be so bold. The words tumble from my lips like a spilled drink, and his reaction is instant. He’s up from the table, walking around to close the distance between us. Eyes on me. Hands on me. He guides me up to him and then lifts me into his arms like I’m weightless.

“Ready for what, firecracker?” he asks, voice barely a rasp.

“I think that you know.”

“I need to hear you say it.”

He looks tormented, a man about to come undone. I love having the ability to turn him into this. From stiff and gruff and uptight to…falling apart at my hands. Mine, all mine.

“I’m ready for you to fuck me, Darren.”

I say filthy words in a tone I can hardly recognize. I’m already soaking with need, turned on by his scent, the bulk of his muscles, the way he can pick me up and toss me around like it’s no big deal.

He carries me to my bedroom, tossing me down on the mattress. His hands get to work on his shirt. With every button he undoes, I see more beautifully tanned skin, peppered withdark hair across his chest and pecs, a happy trail leading beneath the waist of his jeans.

“More,” I beg.

I kneel on the bed, coming forward and grabbing his belt, yanking it open. I can’t wait any longer. It feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment since that first kiss we shared. We left something unfinished, and I’ve been holding my breath ever since.

I strip him from the waist down, hurriedly, desperately. When his cock springs free, I stop abruptly. It’s enormous.

“Oh my god.”

“We can stop whenever you want, honey.”

“No fucking way,” I shake my head. “This is happening. It’s happening. Tonight.”

Who am I trying to convince? Him, or me?

I want this. I’m just not surehowthis is going to work. Looking at his girth, his length, I have no idea how I’m going to fit that thing into my body.

Darren seems to understand what I’m worried about.

“We’ll go slow, firecracker,” he vows. “You’re in control.”

“I’m not sure it’s going to fit,” I murmur.

I reach for it, gazing in wonder at the way my fingers hardly wrap around the thickness. Darren inhales sharply, his entire body going as stiff as his cock in my hand.

“It’ll fit,” he says roughly. “You’ll take all of it, and you’ll fucking love it. But first, I’m going to warm you up.”

“What do you mean?”

Darren grabs my ankles and pulls them towards him, opening my legs. I slide down on the bed, back flat against the sheets. This enormous, muscular man climbs over me and I cannot take my eyes off the way his arms flex above me, around me, enclosing me beneath him. Everything else disappears and all that I see and feel is him.

“Your turn,” he says, eyes glittering in the light. He reaches for my shirt and I hesitate.

“Wait.”

“What?”

“Let’s turn that off,” I say, looking at the bedside lamp.

“Why?”

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