Page 130 of Love Me

Monique moans into the kiss, and my dick responds by pressing against the zipper of my jeans. We’re going to be late to my aunt’s barbecue. Hell, that’s if we make it at all.

“I want you,” Monique says against my lips.

Yup. That’s the moment I know we’re definitely not going to make it.

I make quick work of putting the food back in the basket to move it out of our way.

Next to go is Monique’s shirt followed by her bra. I bring her to straddle my lap, placing her breasts in the perfect position for me to suck. Her hands move to the back of my head.

My cock becomes even more demanding. Monique’s hands in my hair have always been an aphrodisiac. Long before I even knew that the fuck that word meant.

I circle her nipple with my tongue until it becomes nice and rigid. Then I move to the next one, alternating between her two globes.

“Diego.” When she starts to pant my name, I can’t wait much longer. It’s either that or coming in my jeans like a fucking sixteen-year-old boy.

I work to strip us both of our clothing before laying her on her back. With a firm hold on her ass, I push inside of her with all of the impatience rushing through me. The gasp she lets out calls to that deep darkness inside of me.

Images of me with my hands around her neck, squeezing and letting go while I fuck her into her orgasm, stream through my mind.

I tighten my hands on her thighs, doing my best not to be too rough with her. I force myself to remember she was just in the hospital less than twenty-four hours ago. Even though it turned out to be nothing, she was still there.

I can’t let the monster that rages inside of me out. Not in front of her.

I keep chanting that to myself until Monique surprises me. She reaches for one of my hands and brings it to her neck.

“This is what you want to do, right?” she asks, breathlessly.

“Mon—”

“Do it,” she says with an eagerness I think I might be dreaming up.

“You’re …” I trail off because I don’t know what to say. She’s not sick. Not exactly. She’s not fragile. She’s the strongest person I know.

But I don’t want to hurt her.

“Do it,” she urges again.

My fingers move on their own accord. When I clamp down around her neck, she presses her head against the bed of my SUV, giving me more of her neck to hold onto. She arches her back into me.

“Take me, Diego.”

Fuck!

How the hell am I supposed to turn that down? I’m strong, but dammit if she doesn’t make me weak as fuck.

So, I do what she asks. What we both want, apparently. I tighten my hand around her throat. It’s tentative at first. But Monique looks me directly in the eye, silently imploring me to take her in the savage way my body desperately craves.

I try to hold on to the control I’ve worked to carefully control over the years. I do my best to remind myself that my main objective is to take care of her, to be her protector. Not the boogeyman she fears or tries to get away from.

But when I look into her eyes, I can see the love and trust shining back at me. I see how much she craves this side of me as well. Something inside of me snaps. Before I know what I’m doing, I have my hand on my belt buckle, undoing it.

In a handful of seconds, I’ve removed my belt and my hand from her neck so that I can tie it around both of her wrists. After trapping her arms above her head, I pull my fully erect cock out and use my knee to spread her legs wide for me. As I move in between her parted legs, I return my hand to her neck.

“Take me, Diego,” she pants.

I don’t need more urging. Any control I thought I had is obliterated by those three words.

Crushing my mouth to hers, I savagely kiss the life out of her while squeezing her neck in a rhythm that feels natural. I impale myself inside of her, causing her to let out a silent scream.