When Hans releases me, I stumble for real before I catch my balance and face him.
There’s a lamp on somewhere in the room behind me, casting shadows across Hans’s face.
He steps toward me. And I take a step back.
With his second step, he drags his jacket off.
I step back.
Another step, he’s tying his hair back.
My skin tingles, and I step back.
Another step and he’s unbuttoning his shirt.
I’m not afraid of him.
This is exactly what I want.
But when a man that looks like that, like he might pull your soul out of your body through your vagina, you back away.
Hans frees the last button, and I bump into the mattress.
His shirt hits the floor, and he stops.
Eyes boring into mine, Hans kicks his shoes off while he unbuckles his belt.
He steps out of his shoes. And shoves his pants down his hips.
They pool at his feet, and he steps out of them. Steps closer. In nothing but straining boxer briefs.
My mouth has gone dry, all the moisture pooling between my thighs.
Hans grips the bottom of my sweatshirt. “Arms up.”
I do as he says.
When cool air hits my stomach, I know my tank top is being pulled off too.
The hoodie passes over my head. And I’m left in just my little sleep shorts. No underwear.
I feel so exposed. More exposed than I’ve ever been to him.
Even with him watching me…
“Have you seen me naked?” I ask him, my voice a rasp.
“I couldn’t.” His hands close over my rib cage. “I couldn’t cross that line.”
I grab his forearms to steady my shaky legs. “You couldn’t?”
He inches his hands up and runs his thumbs along the underside of my tits.
My nipples are so hard they hurt.
“I was never going to touch you.” He moves his hands to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.
“Never?” I dig my fingertips into his arms.
I can’t imagine this never happening.
Can’t believe the world would be so cruel.
“You deserve the best life, Butterfly.” He lowers his mouth to suck one peak into his mouth.
My hands automatically go to his hair, finally feeling the silky texture as I dig my fingers into the strands.
He moves to the other side, sucking that nipple between his lips.
“Hans!” I call out.
He releases my breasts. “You’re calling me something else tonight.”
Something else?
Then I remember.
My lungs catch.
He liked that?
Hans lets go of me, then jerks my shorts down, letting out a groan when he sees I’m not wearing anything underneath them.
I reach for his waistband.
He snatches my wrist in the air.
I lean into his hold, my fingers extending. “I wanna touch it, Daddy.”
His lids lower, and a wave of power crashes into me.
“You can look at it.” He slides his tongue across his lower lip. “Get on the bed.”
I scramble backward.
This is normally when I’d feel the most self-conscious. Completely naked in the light.
I know I’m a big girl. It’s not a secret. And Hans might have a body built for fighting, not an inch of softness on him. But I can see his obsession for me glowing in his eyes.
Maybe this level of fixation is dangerous, but it’s exactly what I need. Because I know he craves me. I know, because I can see it in his heaving chest, that he likes the way my stomach looks when I lean back on my elbows.
I am his addiction.
And I’ve never felt more desired.
Standing at the foot of the bed, Hans starts to lower his last piece of clothing.
The base of his dick is the first thing revealed.
Thick, surrounded by golden hair, I want to wrap my fingers around it.
Doing exactly what I want to do, Hans reaches into his boxer briefs and grips his length.
I watch him stroke himself once, then he pushes his boxers the rest of the way off.
My breathing increases as I take in all of him.
He’s so freaking good looking I feel like I’m in a porno.
His hand squeezes at the base of his cock.
I know I’ve had that inside me. But I’m honestly not sure how.
Hans strokes his cock. Long, slow movements, and I can’t look away from the tip as it starts to glisten.
He lifts one knee onto the bed, then the other, until he’s kneeling at my feet. But his hand never stops moving.
“Spread your legs, Little Girl.”
My eyes nearly roll back.
Jesus help me.
I’ve been wet since he called me that in the lobby.
When I don’t move quickly enough, Hans leans forward. “Now.”
I drop my knees open.
Hans lets out a rumble as he drops forward. His hands land on the mattress on either side of my hips, then he lowers his face and drags his tongue up my entire slit.
I drop onto my back and moan.
My hips lift, following the sensation, but he’s already crawling up my body.
“Brats don’t get eaten out.” Hans uses his knees to push my legs wider.
I reach up and cling to his shoulders. “What do they get?”
He reaches down between us, and I feel the head of his cock pushing at my entrance. “They get fucked. Hard.”
Hans slams his hips forward, cramming his cock inside me.
