Stanton Bliss(42)

We have each other, we get it, nobody else can understand the language we speak or the pain we have been through. I lie still, trying to recover from our night, and yet he has been up and to the gym. I know why he does it; he’s trying to control the anger at what we have been through. He’s still furious, furious at himself for letting it happen, furious at Amelie for doing what she did, and furious at the press for feeding on our nightmare. He turns the corner into our room and his dark eyes drop to my naked body on the bed. He’s wet with perspiration and there’s a tangible force, a feeling of adrenaline pumping through his body out onto me where I lie. His t-shirt comes off slowly over his head, and he drops his pants to reveal that beautiful rock hard body.

“How was your fight?” I whisper as my eyes lower to my name on his side.

He smiles sexily as he walks around the side of the bed, surveying me. He doesn’t answer as his hand drops to between his legs and he gives himself three slow hard strokes. My breath catches. He hasn’t said a word or touched me and yet, as always, just the sight of him makes me good to go. “You look exceptional, Mrs. Stanton,” he whispers as his hand continues to stroke his cock.

I hold my breath and open my legs just that little bit farther. Joshua cracks his neck hard as his dark eyes stay fixed between my legs.

His tongue slides over his bottom lip before he drops his head and begins to lick my inner thigh.

“Give me my breakfast. I’m f*cking starving.”

I lay back and close my eyes. Mr. Stanton is here, like he is most mornings when he returns from fighting. The adrenaline in his system is through the roof and I’m the lucky girl he releases it on. Our sex is rougher and less controlled than it has ever been, but it’s also never been so hot. I’m putty in his dominant hands.

I crave his control over my body. I crave the way he takes what he needs without a care in the world.

His strong hands hold my legs apart and his hot tongue swipes through my flesh.

“Hmm,” he groans into me.

My hands fall to the back of his head.

“Oh, you f*cking taste good, my beautiful girl,” he whispers.

I shudder immediately and close my eyes. If I watch him do that, I will come in five seconds flat.

He starts to really eat me, dragging my body up and down his face. His sharp whiskers are grinding but it’s a pleasurable burn, a pain I have become accustomed to, the pain is my addiction. His tongue swirls around and around and I feel myself buckle beneath him.

“Still,” he orders as he rips my legs back to the bed. “Give me what I need.” He growls.

“What do you need?” I whisper.

“A creamy orgasm on my tongue,” he whispers as his eyes hold mine. He gently bites my clitoris and stretches it back from my body. I jump in pain and then he circles it gently again with his tongue. This is what he does so well, shifting tempo. The hard bites followed by the gentle licks, the strong hands holding my legs down to the bed versus the gentle kisses on my inner thigh. The look he gives, telling me that he is about to rip me apart, and then the tender kisses that show me he loves me.

I love this man. I love all of this man. The dark, the f*cked up, the sex craved maniac.

He pushes three fingers into me aggressively and I flinch off the mattress at the burn.

“I need some pain this morning, baby. Can you give me that?” His dark eyes watch me as I struggle to accept his large fingers.

I nod. “Give it to me,” I whisper.

He pushes me hard again and I sigh in pleasure. He sits up and starts to ride me hard with his hand, so much so that the bed starts to hit the wall with force. Thump, thump, thump, the heavy sound of the bed hitting the wall matches my oncoming orgasm. My legs start to close and I quiver as I lose all coherent thought. He bends and starts to tongue my clitoris gently as his fingers pound into me aggressively. The combination pushes me over. My body lurches forward, the force of the strong orgasm taking over, and before I know what’s happening, Joshua has my legs over my shoulders and he’s pushing into me hard.

He stays still for a moment, letting me adjust to his brutal length. No matter how much he is aroused, he always pauses after he has pushed in to allow me to adjust to his size. Joshua knows he is a large man and he sees it as his responsibility to make sure he doesn’t hurt me. But, f*ck, I love it when he does.

He holds himself up on tensed arms as he waits for my permission.

“Go,” I whisper. “Fuck me.”

His eyes close in reverence and he slides out slowly. My calves are next to his face and he kisses the inner ankle of one foot tenderly.

This feels so f*cking good. He spreads his knees widen to gain control and pushes forward again.

“That beautiful, sweet cunt of yours feels so f*cking good around my cock.”

I clench hard and he bends to kiss me aggressively.

I smile, a proud of myself smile, and he bites my bottom lip.

I watch the sheen of perspiration that covers my beautiful creature as he holds my ankles wide in the air, feeding his desires with my body. “You’re so f*cking wet. Dripping for me,” he purrs as he watches his cock disappear into me. Our bodies start to make a loud slapping sound as he f*cks me hard.

Bloody hell, once again, I start to quiver. Stop dirty talking; you know it’s my undoing.

The sight of his sweaty, muscular body, the sound of my wet skin clinging to his, and the feeling of his thick, engorged cock sliding through me is too much.