Choose Me

Chapter 31

He makes it to the bottom of the stairs and walks past the kitchen and living room, and heads for the back of the house where he takes me inside the game room and sets me down on the pool table before walking back to the door and locking it. "I don't want anyone interrupting us. Not tonight," he says, walking back toward me. "Tonight you're mine and mine alone."

I scoot back on the table not caring that I'm naked, and still dripping wet from what he did to me.

He takes off his sweatpants and I realize he's not wearing any boxers. His dick juts out and I lower my gaze to his hard shaft and see it twitch under my gaze. He lets my clothes fall to the floor at his feet and crawls toward me on the table. I scoot back, making him chase me, and finally, when I reach the end, I stop and take him in as he crawls over me. He hovers over me and takes in my naked body that is glistening with sweat.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he says, sounding pained.

I run my hand down his chest and when he doesn't say anything else, I cup his cheek in my hand and kiss him. I know I shouldn't because it's only going to hurt me more in the end, but I do it, needing to feel his lips pressed against mine. "No more words," I beg him, not wanting to hear the pain in his voice and kiss him again, hoping he'll just give in to whatever this feeling is between us is.

He kisses me with everything he has before lowering his head to my neck where he licks and bites me. "Dex," I say his name in a whiney voice and hear him chuckle.

"What?" he asks amused.

"Give me what I want," I say as he slides his hand down my body to my mound and parts my lips with his fingers.

"I thought no more words," he teases me and I groan.

"You make that hard when you won't give me what I want," I complain.

"What do you want?

"More," I beg him.

"What do you want?" he repeats.

"You know what I want," I say and grasp his hard length in my hand and give him a few strokes before looking into his eyes. "Make me feel good. Please," I beg him and that's all it takes for him to give into me.

He aligns himself at my entrance and I take his dick in my hand and rub the tip over my clit and when I can't take anymore, I arch my hips upward and take his hard length inside me, making us both moan.

"Fuck, Rey," he breathes out. "You always find ways to amaze me," he says and pulls back to thrust inside me.

He moves my shirt and my bra to the side so they're hanging off my shoulders but makes no move to take them off me as he lowers his mouth to my stomach and kisses every bump, curve and stretch mark that mars my stomach, showing me with his actions that he doesn't care that my body isn't perfect. He worships every bit of me, even my flaws and all, and that's something no one ever did, not until him.

I would never tell him this, but I love that he has always accepted me as I am and has never asked me to change anything about me. He's always liked me just the way I am, and that's something I'll never take for granted.

I feel him lick a path just beneath my breast and arch my back, feeling my shirt and bra move with me, reminding me that I'm not completely naked. I grip the material of the shirt in my hands, loving that I still have it on. There's just something so sexy about having my and my bra hanging open with no other stitch of clothing and my full body on display for him. But I know it has a lot to do with the way he looks at me under hooded eyes. He makes me feel desired, wanted, and just downright wanton. Only he can make me feel like this.