“Look, I’m sorry, Abby. I know I was a prick. Telling you what you can and can’t do, trying to control you, it’s just…fuck… that’s how I am. I’m not some little boy that’s going to stand by while you move from man to man, all of them hugging you and putting their arms around you.” I grunt out the last part, because damn it was hard standing there watching it.

“Is that what you think? That I’m fucking half the town?” She kicks her hip out and puts her hands on her hips. She’s breathing heavily and I can tell I’ve pissed her off.

I walk toward her and grip her shoulders with my hands. “What? No! That’s not what I meant at all. I know it was innocent. But I don’t like it. I don’t want you in someone else’s arms.”

Confusion is etched on her face. “But… but we just met tonight.”

“I know that, that’s why I was controlling myself.” I shrug my shoulders heavily.

She laughs. “That was controlling yourself?”

I want to laugh, but it’s true. I was holding myself back. I won’t lie to her about it. “Definitely.”

She looks at me as if she’s weighing her thoughts. A calm comes over her face, like she just made a decision. She saunters toward me until she is standing in front of me and my heart is thumping wildly in my chest. She looks up at me and puts her hand around the back of my neck, pulling me down. “What if I don’t want you to control yourself?”

Chapter 4


I’ve played it safe all these years. Dating men that I could control. Men that let me be in command of the whole relationship. And honestly, it’s been exhausting. There’s something about Brent that brings me alive inside. He makes me want to let loose and give my control over to him.

I thought he was mad at me and that was why he didn’t talk to me the whole way home. But that’s not the case. He was trying not to control me, trying not to scare me off. And the fact that he wants to be in charge of me – well, that stirs something inside me, causing my nipples to harden and my pussy to seep.

His hands dig into my hips and his fists clench at the band of my shorts. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

I pull my shirt over my head, and my barely covered breasts heave against his hard chest. My erect nipples poke through my bra, grazing his hard torso with every breath I take. “I think I do.”

He pulls his robe off, drops it to the floor and lifts me up, my legs instantly going around his hips. “I’m too big to be carried,” I tell him matter-of-factly. No sense trying to hide that I’m a bigger woman. He obviously is okay with it, but I also don’t want him to throw his back out.

With one arm holding me, he grabs on to the back of my hair with the other and yanks it, pulling my head back and attacking my lips. He hungrily kisses me, and the feel of his tongue sliding against mine makes me want to taste all of him.

“Let me down,” I say into his mouth.

“Why?” he asks back and grips me harder.

“Let me down,” I demand again.

He slowly releases me, letting my body slide against his until my feet touch the floor.

I drop down to my knees and take in the large bulge in the front of his shorts. “Take your shoes off.”

He slides them off easily and once they’re kicked to the side, I put my fingers into each side of his waistband and pull his shorts and underwear down and his hard cock springs up. He’s long and hard. I wrap my hand around him as far as it will go and when I do, I hear him groan my name. I slide my tongue along his length and when I get to the tip, I kiss it and then open my mouth to take him in.

I pleasure him, moaning around his hard manhood as he pushes in and out of me. He cups my jaw with his hand and I hear his command. “Eyes on me.”

My eyes shoot to his and he’s watching me as I go up and down on him. His look is intense and it causes me to shiver and moan around him. Suddenly, he pulls back, bends over and helps me off the floor. He grabs a condom from his wallet and with my hand in his, he walks over to the couch and sits down with me standing between his legs. He slides my shorts and underwear down my legs.

His eyes take me in, and every crevice, crease, mark and roll is on full display. But I don’t even flinch. His desire for me is evident in his lust darkened eyes, the flare of his nostrils and the steady heave of his chest as he breathes in and out.

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