She narrowed her eyes. “To what?”

“Scare you off.”

The confession only confused her further. “Why do you think you’d scare me off?”

“Because…” His tanned, muscular chest rose and fell as he took another breath. “I’m not into slow, sweet lovemakin’, Mia. I like it rough and dirty and I’m not always gentle. I don’t wanna freak you out right off the bat.”

She searched his deep brown eyes, utterly fascinated by his words. They didn’t come as a surprise—God knew he’d already revealed some of that wicked dirtiness—but they didn’t scare her, either. She’d been having vanilla sex her whole life, and she was starting to wonder if maybe that had been part of the problem.

Maybe she wasn’t cut out for slow, sweet lovemaking, either.

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?” He watched her intently.

“I’m just wondering if the reason I always found sex boring is because I was having boring sex.”

Jackson reached up to rub his chin, which, she noticed, was still shiny with moisture. Her moisture. Because she’d just f**ked his face and orgasmed so hard her core was still pulsing.

“I want more,” she blurted out.

He cocked a brow. “Do you?”

She nodded.

“Are you sure about that, sugar? Because once we get on this ride, I won’t let you get off.” He flashed a roguish grin. “Well, you will get off. But what I’m sayin’ is, we will see this through ’til the end.”

Mia swallowed. “What exactly do you plan on doing to me?”

“Everything,” he said simply. “And you’re gonna let me. You’re gonna give me full control. When we’re naked and alone, I call the shots.”

Another gulp. “And if I don’t like something?”

“Then I stop.” The sensual smile returned to his lips. “But I guarantee you’ll like it all. You’ll beg for more every time.”

Somehow she didn’t doubt that.

But at the same time, the idea of handing over control of her body was incredibly daunting.

He must have sensed her hesitation, because he slid closer and dragged one callused finger over her lips. “Now you see why I wanted to take things slow?”

She nodded again.

“Tell you what, why don’t we do a little warm-up? Give you a taste of what you can expect, and then you can decide if you wanna pursue this.”

“What do you consider a warm-up?”

His whiskey eyes burned seductively. “You’re gonna blow me.”

Mia’s heartbeat accelerated, and damned if her mouth didn’t water.

Ever so slowly, Jackson slid off the bed and unbuckled his belt. “What do you say, sugar?”

Arousal tightened her throat and grabbed hold of her pu**y. “Y-yes,” she stammered.

“Good girl.” He eyed her sternly. “Now get on your knees and pull out my dick.”

Oh sweet Jesus.

The look in his eyes stole the breath right out of her lungs. Dark and dangerous and utterly sinful. She couldn’t believe she was letting him order her around like this.

She couldn’t believe it was turning her on.

Her entire body trembled as she scampered off the bed and sank to her knees, angling her face directly in front of his crotch. It was hard to unzip him with shaky fingers, but she somehow managed to pop open his jeans and tug on his waistband.

Jackson kicked the Levis away, then took pity on her Jell-O hands by yanking down his black boxer-briefs.

Her gaze instantly swept over his gloriously naked body, so big and muscular and radiating sheer masculine power. Her breath hitched when his erect c**k sprang up inches from her eyes.

A passion-laced moan tore out of her throat. Oh God.

He was pierced.

The sight of the silver ball bearings at the head of his c**k got her so wet she could feel the moisture running down her thighs.

“Oh my God,” she mumbled.

He chuckled knowingly. “Think of how nice it’ll feel inside you. It’ll rub on your G-spot when my c**k f**ks you senseless.”

Her core tingled in response, suddenly aching for that very thing. She shivered involuntarily as she stared at his cock. He was hung like a damn bull, long and thick, the wicked piercing gleaming in the light streaming in through her pale blue curtains.

“But that’s later,” he said huskily. “Right now, you’re gonna open your mouth real wide.”

She did as he asked, feeling a tad silly as she knelt there with her mouth open awaiting his next demand. But he didn’t say another word. Instead, he grasped the root of his cock, took a step forward and guided the engorged head into her mouth.

Her lips parted even wider to accommodate his thick girth. When his piercing touched her tongue, she couldn’t help but give it a tiny lick, but that got her a sharp jerk on the hair.

“You don’t get to lick until I tell you, sugar,” he scolded.

Oh gosh. Who was this man? And why did his gruff commands make her heart pound this way? She’d never had a dominant lover before, and she’d never dreamed, not in a million years, that she would get off from being told what to do.

“Relax your jaw. I want to see how deep I can go.”

He pushed in farther. When his tip prodded the back of her throat, her gag reflex kicked in. She breathed through it, trying to get used to the feeling of a massive erection lodged in her mouth.