Midnight Confessions

Yvonne

I can't believe I was stupid enough to agree to this marriage! Now I'm stuck with a dangerous man that my body can't stop reacting to.

He's laughing. And I'm dying inside.

"Wife!" Daniel shouts after me.

My inhale is choppy. "Fuck you!"

I have one foot out of the bedroom, wondering if his driver will take me if I ask to leave when a large wet body collides with my back.

I'm so worked up the shock makes me scream.

"Oh, you'll fuck me, alright." Daniel lifts me, just like he did this morning, and backs us into the bedroom.

"Get off me!"

I hear him kick the door shut. "No."

I struggle, but his arms are solid muscle, and his hold doesn't budge. "Put me down."

"You don't hate me." He walks us straight to the bed and then throws me down. I land on my stomach, but before I can roll over, he's on top of me. His still-sopping-wet body presses into mine. "You want to." I try to push up, but he snags my wrists and holds them together in one of his large hands above my head. "But you can't. Because part of you loves me, Angel. Part of you fucking craves me."

It's hard to breathe. But not from the weight of his body. It's from the weight of his words.

"I don't love you." The emotion in my voice makes me question my own words.

I don't love him.

But I want to.

His teeth scrape against the side of my neck. "Not yet, Mama. But you will." His hips rock against my ass. "Now let me see how wet that hot little slit is for me."

He roughly slides his free hand down my side, over my hip, and down to the hem of my skirt.

That movement alone is enough.

I'm already ready for him.

The weight on my back disappears. Then he yanks the tight skirt up and over my hips, showing him the little black thong I wore all day.

"Fuck."

I try to push up again. But then his weight is back, and my hands are back above my head.

"Get off me," I pant.

"No." Daniel is breathing just as heavily as I am. And I can feel his naked body against mine.

"I don't want to fuck you," I lie.

He chuckles against my hair as his hips lift.

He pulls aside my thong, and the head of his cock nudges against my slippery entry.

"That's fine," he groans. "I'll fuck you."

His hips thrust forward, and he buries his length inside me.

My mouth opens in a silent cry.

I'm so full.

So fucking full.

Feeling him inside me again is too much and not enough.

"Just take it." He slides his cock almost out before shoving it back in. "Take me like the good little wife I know you are."

I turn my face into the mattress so he can't see it as I arch my back, letting him in farther.

"God." Daniel slams into me. "Tell me you love it. Tell me you love me when my cock is buried inside you."

I shake my head.

Daniel's exhale tickles over the back of my neck. "Your pussy is fucking dripping for me."

His hips never stop. And he's sliding in and out of me so easily because he's right. I am fucking dripping for him.

"I love it," I say into the mattress.

His length slides out of me, and I try to lift my ass to follow him, needing him.

Daniel uses his grip on my wrists and a hand on my hip to flip me onto my back.

His eyes are blazing.

"Say it again." He tears my thong off, then shoves my legs apart.

I shake my head.

Daniel leans over me, holding my hands back up over my head. His other hand is between us, lining his cock up with my entrance. "Say. It. Again." He fills me to the hilt.

"I love it," I cry. "I love your cock, you stupid bastard."

Daniel falls onto me, crashing his mouth to mine.

He lets go of my hands, and my arms and legs instinctually wrap around him.

I missed this.

I missed him.

I pull at him, needing him closer, needing the taste of him.

He grips my side, then tugs at the material of my shirt.

"Off," Daniel says into my mouth.

We both reach for my shirt. And I hear a tear as he rips it up over my head.

He slams as deep as he can go, a hand behind my back, undoing my bra.

He's too good at this.

Then I think of the woman downstairs, and I claw my fingernails down his back.

But he doesn't recoil. He groans.

And then my bra is gone, and Daniel feeds my breast to himself.

He sucks the nipple into his mouth while his cock is dragging over the spot inside me.

I'm so close. So close to losing it completely. So close to losing myself to him.

He switches nipples. "Goddamn."

He sucks the other one into his mouth, and I'm getting wetter. I can hear it.

"Your sweet tits make me fucking salivate." A hand grips my jaw. "Open up, Angel. Open up and show me you'll take everything I give you."

My vision is fuzzy.

My nerves are on fire.

And my clit is begging for a touch. Just one touch and I'll be done.

Daniel licks up my cheek, then places his mouth next to my ear. "Open your fucking mouth."

He widens his legs, pushing mine wider.

Then his cock slams into me so deep I feel the twinge in my stomach, and my mouth opens.

And he spits into it.

My eyelids flutter

My back arches.

And I feel his claim everywhere.

I feel my submission to him like a chain unlocking around my neck.

The sound of him, the taste of him...

"Swallow." His growled command spears through me.

And I do it.

I take everything

And when he rolls his hips, rubbing the base of his dick against my clit, I come.

I don't even make a sound.

I'm too overwhelmed.

My body shakes and trembles, and I hold Daniel against me as tight as I can.

"That's it," he tells me as he slips his arms under me. "That's my girl."

And then he's hugging me.

Daniel Sinclair hugs me back, just as tightly, as his body tenses and he fills me with his release.

He hugs me.

I squeeze him tighter, pretending the dampness on my lashes is from his wet hair and not the tears slipping from my eyes. Because as Daniel clings to me, groaning, the last of my defenses shatter.