Free TAMED: #2 in the Fit Trilogy by Rebekah Weatherspoon

other, pulling each breast deep into his mouth until he knew the suction edged close to pain.
    Fuck, the noises she made. The screams and the cries, his name over and over, all jumbled together as she tried to hold on to him. But he had her.
    He pulled her closer, his hand buried deep in her hair. Her wrists were still trapped behind her back.
    “Is this what you wanted? Is this what you wanted all night?”
    “Yes,” she sobbed.
    Her failed response only made him fuck her harder. “What was that?”
    “Yes, Sir!”
    “That’s what I thought. You wanted this all night, huh? And you were pissed at me because I didn’t give it to you right away.”
    “No, Sir.”
    “No?”
    “No, Sir,” she sobbed again. “I just wanted you with me.”
    “I’m with you now. And I’m not letting you go.” Just words, he told himself. Just for tonight. She’s not yours. “Are you my girl?”
    “Yes.”
    “Are you my girl? Tell me.”
    “Yes, Sir. Oh my god. Fuck. Yes. I’m your girl. I’m your girl.”
    It wasn’t time yet, he had miles to go, but those simple words shot down his spine right to his balls and he filled that condom, filled Nailah’s swollen pussy with everything he had. Armando knew for a fact he’d never come that hard before in his life.

CHAPTER SIX

    Nailah could feel Armando’s eyes on her as she moved around the bedroom. She had to get home. At the very least, her mother would expect her for Sunday dinner. She also had some work she wanted to knock out. Or so she told herself. Really, she knew she was in danger of developing some serious feelings for the naked man lying a few feet away from her. Being around him was too much, too intoxicating. She had to put some distance between them before she became addicted.
    “How do you feel?” he asked, his voice still thick from sleep.
    “Good, but sore.”
    “Sore or in pain?”
    “Definitely just sore.” Nailah turned around and smiled at him. “I’m fine.”
    “Come here.”
    She really had to go and she didn’t think it was a good idea to spread her thighs again. That was the sorest part, but she could handle another quickie.
    Nailah crawled across the sheets and kissed Armando on the mouth.
    “I don’t think your family needs to see you in this,” he said, as he reached around her neck. She moved her hair so he could unfasten the collar.
    “Shit. I completely forgot I had that on. Did it leave a mark?”
    Armando looked closer, touching her skin. Goosebumps broke out all over her body. “Nah. It’s a little pink, but that’s probably just because the skin’s so warm.”
    Nailah swallowed, as if that would clear away the effect Armando had on her. Then she went back to getting dressed.
    “So you live at home with your parents?”
    “Sort of. I live in the pool house. I like to say it’s ’cause my parents don’t charge me rent, but really my dad is a bit overprotective and old school, and I’m not ready to have the whole ‘I’m moving away’ argument with him yet.”
    “Hey, the free rent part sounds pretty good to me. I sold a kidney for the down payment on this place.”
    “It’s nice, but it could use a little personality.”
    “Oh?”
    “Yeah.” Nailah pulled on her bra, then paused to look around. “It’s very Spartan in here. Great bed and all. I like the built-in you added in the bathroom, but overall it lacks warmth. You’re a warm guy. Your place should reflect that.”
    “You think I’m warm?”
    Nailah shrugged as she scrunched up her nose. “I guess you’re okay.”
    “Thanks. I’ll take that.”
    “I can fix it up for you. At a cost, of course.”
    “I’m all for the fair exchange for goods and services.”
    “I’ll work something up.”
    “Great. When can I see you again? Outside of the gym.”
    Nailah was wondering the same thing. They were sticking with their workouts and, per Armando’s request, when they were in the gym it was about the weights and cardio and nothing else. But Nailah