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Powerhouse

I’m not even joking, I swear to G, trumpets go off in my mind. If I could have hearts lighting up my eyes, it’d be happening right now as I stare at this stunning woman in front of me.

“Hi,” I sign. Proud of myself because I’ve been making it my GD mission to learn how to better communicate with her.

Her perfect little mouth pops open for a beat, momentarily stunned. Her lips twist into a soft smile, and she shoots me a thoughtful glance. I feel like for the first time since she’s been here, she finally sees me, no longer looking right past me when I’m around. Her attention has my stomach spinning in excitement and nerves, I’ve wanted to talk to her from the moment I first noticed her.

“Hi. You can talk; I can read your lips when I look at you.”

Hmm… maybe that’s why she never checks out any of the men, only the women. She misses every disgusting word uttered by those fucknuts but is able to communicate with the girls. Raven is smart. But also dumb. Doesn’t she know how dangerous that can be? G-forbid the wrong dipshit thinks she’s being a bitch and ignoring him, and they try to hurt her. The thought of a man laying hands on her in any way nearly sends me spiraling. It has my fingers clenching into fists, wanting to rip skulls from spines to keep her protected and sweet.

Her gaze flicks to my fists, her brow furrowing, so I immediately relax them, dipping my head and leaning closer so she’ll catch my gaze again. I want to sign to her so it’s easy for her, but she told me to speak, so I also don’t want her thinking I’m disrespecting her wishes. I’m not the smartest guy around, been told so my whole damn life, but I was hoping she wouldn’t notice since she wouldn’t hear some of the dumb shit coming out of my mouth. My momma always told me I was nothing but a dumb-dumb and I’d grow up to be more of the same. Will Raven notice? Will she think I’m stupid too, or will she think I’m not so bad since I know how to sign to her?

“All good. You’re stunning; it has my heart beating fast,” I lay my hand against my chest and say, instead of admitting what I want and all the worries running through my mind of being nothing but a big disappointment to her too. How I’m sorry for making her give my hands a second look and how they’ll never, ever hurt her. I want to tell her my fists belong to her, she can wield them however she sees fit, and if anyone touches a hair on her pretty little head, I will raze them down.

Too soon? Probably.

Crazy? Don’t care.

Obsessive? Yep, I’m aware.

When you know… you just know. There is not one doubt in my mind there isn’t another woman on this planet for me, other than Raven. Now, I have to figure out a way to get her on the same page because my idea of a fun time is not kidnapping the woman of my dreams against her will.

‘Feel’ by Beneld begins to pump through the speakers, and then I’m being transported to another place entirely. It’s only me and Raven in this club, and in this world right now.

Me and her.

Her and me.

Her hips shift, right then left, her body rolling with the lyrics and the beat as if she feels them down to her soul. She’s a goddess, and watching her this closely has goosebumps prickling over my flesh. The air conditioning blows against my heated skin on this warm December evening, the hairs on my arms feeling like they’re standing on edge from the chills coating me. It’s always warm in Texas this time of year, then it’ll randomly drop and spit a bit of snow just to confuse everyone, and my birthday’s no different, it seems.

I’m in fucking love with this chick. I know it down to the marrow of my bones. I would do anything to have her. To make her mine.

There are no limits.

The lyrics croon on about feeling while Raven moves closer and closer with each tilt of her hips, her tits at the perfect level with her standing for a massive man like me. It’s another reason why I’ve kept my distance from her. I’m easily six-foot-five, and this sweet, petite woman is barely pushing five-foot-three if I had to take a guess. She’s tiny. I’m huge. It makes everything inside me want to be her shadow. Her protector.

I don’t want to frighten her. There’s nothing soft about me; I’ve honed my body into a prime fighting machine. I’m scarred up from taking hits and being stabbed. I’m not pretty. Not like her.

She spins, giving me her back while she removes the scrap of fabric over her breasts. The smooth expanse of her exposed back is enough to make me catch my breath in anticipation of seeing the rest of her. I’ve fantasized about being this close to her, and now she’s inches from my touch.

I can’t refrain, no matter how much my mind silently screams for me to stop, I reach for her. My fingertips lightly trail down along her spine, reveling in the silky, tanned flesh—nothing like my own. She’s so fucking soft. Perfect in her own way.

Leaning forward, I graze my lips over the smoothness, aware I’m not supposed to touch her. As a patron, I have to keep my hands to myself, but every inch of her calls on me to worship it, to stroke her and covet her as she deserves.

How is she here right now? She should be married. Holed up in a big house. Spoiled. Yet, I’d lose my mind if that were the case and she belonged to another. This is fate, it has to be.

Pressing a gentle kiss, she shivers from my loving touch, her goosebumps skating over her flesh. Then she’s moving, spinning around to face me once more and straddling my thighs. They’re big and bulky, making her spread her legs wide so her pussy is pressed up against my length as she leans forward, attempting to balance herself using my expansive chest.

One of my giant paws grips her tiny waste while the other gently presses flat against her back. I want her to know I’ll hold her, that she’s safe and can use me in any way she needs to. I’m hers for the taking. Her eyes are wide when they meet mine, cheeks flushed, and lips parted. She’s so fucking captivating in every way; she easily steals the breath from my lungs as I gaze at her, consumed by the feeling of her sweet curves pressed flush against my massive frame.

“Dance, my beautiful boo bear,” I manage to rasp, the command barely audible and leaving me slowly. She catches it, and her hips shift, side to side, round and round, and so help me, all I can picture is her riding my thick cock the same way. A deep groan leaves me, vibrating my chest, and she tilts herself until her gloriously naked breasts press to my chest and her delectable cunt rubs all over my cock through my jeans. I’m so g-damn hard I see stars each time she runs her pussy up, then sinks back down.

Gritting my teeth, I attempt to focus on breathing and not passing out when her hand reaches for mine, resting on her hip. Shifting my hold forward until my fingers slip under the minuscule scrap of fabric hiding the place I want to see most on her, then she’s shoving my hand downward. The tips of my fingers instantly find her clit, dipping between her pussy lips to her hot wetness. She’s fucking drenched, and I can’t hold myself back from shifting my hips upward, needing some rough friction against my cock to hold me over another few moments. She shouldn’t feel this good, not while I still have my clothes on.

“Fuck, little dancer, that’s one soaked cunt. You should let me lick it and make the tingles go away, baby.” At my gravelly plea, her mouth finds mine, and there’s no holding back from thrusting my tongue between her lips, desperate to have her taste on my tongue. I’ve thought about this moment too many times to count and it finally happening has me ready to worship her anyway she’ll allow.

Our tongues collide as we each eagerly convey our desire, then her hand is leading mine to where she needs it. Not willing to waste a moment of this night with hesitation, I thrust two fingers through her wetness again, then deep inside her. She’ll have to learn to take four or five of my fingers so I can stretch her enough to fit my girth inside. My cock is long and wide and intends to fill her completely with every single inch.

“Oh!” She moans against my mouth, grinding her needy little clit against my hand. Her gyrating has me ready to burst against my jeans, but somehow, I manage to keep my cum inside me, for the moment.

“That’s it, take those fingers, Raven. I’ll be filling you with more so you’ll be able to survive my cock next.” Her head falls back a moment as she tilts her pelvis right, left, forward, and then back. I can’t take it; her soaked pussy flooding my fingers has me pulling them free to fill her again with a third, then again with a fourth, until she’s gasping from being full.

“Mm, you have no idea. My cock is bigger than this, and I intend for you to work up to taking it all.”

“Yes,” she gasps, hands moving to my button and zipper on my jeans. Once released, I sit up enough for her to shove my pants off the chiseled ‘V’ of my hips, allowing my big, heavy dick to spring free.

“Take my cock in both of your hands and rub your sweet little cunt juice all over the tip, baby.”

She’s such a good fucking girl as she does as I ask, using her muscles from dancing to hover her precious cunt over my tip, rubbing it again and again, making me hiss and grunt, bite my lower lip, and wrench my head back. It feels too g-damn good. I want her like no one I’ve ever had before, and it’s in the insatiable need that leads me to move my hands, grip her hips tightly, and thrust my cock up inside her, smashing through her hole I was so desperately working to loosen so as not to hurt her. I’m too impatient, however, and it’s a moment I’ll never forgive myself for. I should’ve had enough sense to refrain and hold myself back from moving a single inch until she decided it was the right time and slowly, carefully slid her tight pussy down my length.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I growl as she winces and goes still. “I’m sorry, Raven, please forgive me. I’ll do anything for you, I swear it, anything. You are everything, and I’ve ruined the moment. I promise I won’t hurt you again, sweetheart.” I’m mumbling, rambling, ready to promise her the entire world if it means she won’t be angry with me.

A tear trails down her cheek, but then something earth-shattering happens. She begins to move. Up. Down. Right. Left. Shifting around in this circle more that makes me shoot precum inside her. She shakes her head, her hands on my chest as she claims, “I want it, give me more.”

I’m inside her. My Raven.