ROMANCING THE BULLDOG by Mallory Monroe

moved her closer, and kissed her
    harder. Soon, there was no daylight between them at all. And he wasn’t about to stop there.
    “Oh, Liz,” he said as he kissed her cheeks, her chin, as he nuzzled her ear. “I’ve got to
    have you.”
    “Jason, we can’t,” Liz replied, as her arms encircled his neck tighter, as she slowly began
    to falter.
    “Don’t say that,” he said, refusing to make it easy for her. “We can. You know we can.
    Please say it, Liz. Please say yes.”
    He was begging her now, as he backed her against the door, his loins screaming in agony
    for a release, to release inside of her. Only her. Nobody but her. He had to have her!
    “Please,” he pleaded again.
    “Oh, Jason!” Liz cried and as soon as she did he smothered her mouth with his own. And
    that did it for him. He lifted her and carried her to his bed. He began undressing her with one
    hand, and himself with the other. But it was taking too long. She helped, undressing him, until
    they both were made bare.
    He laid on top of her, still kissing her as if she was the breath he breathe. When he was
    about to enter her, she stopped him.
    “A condom, Jason,” she said.
    “For everybody else, yes, I always wear a condom. But not for you.”
    Liz stared at him, at the sincerity, the passion, the pure lust in his eyes, and she knew there
    was no turning back. She released his arm.
    And then he entered her. She felt his massiveness as he entered, and her back immediately
    arched. It felt like a heroin high, a meth high, how a crack cocaine high had to feel. She kept
    lifting her small body against his massive one as the weight of him, the wildness of him, spilled
    inside of her. She squirmed in pleasure as he pounded her, as he kept screaming her name,
    and they both lifted up in a full body caress, and then collapsed in a release that caused both of
    them to shutter.

    ***
She could not believe she had allowed it to happen again. Not again! She stood in his
    bathroom, her clothes in her hand, and slowly began to dress. Three times with this man,
    three times naked with this man. He had to think of her as some kind of a nympho the way
    she was always so willing to tear off her clothes at seemingly the mere sight of him. Yeah, she
    put up some resistance at the beginning, but that was only token resistance and they both knew
    it. She was behaving as if the girl had to have it and the girl had to have it every time she laid
    eyes on him! It was embarrassing. And even afterwards, after she had dressed and reentered
    the bedroom, only to find him already dressed and waiting for her up front, made her feel
    weird. She could barely look him in the eye.
    He wasn’t exactly breaking out the champagne, either, she noticed, as he asked if she was
    okay. When she said that she was, he walked her out of his house, up to his car, and opened
    his driver’s side door for her. He was quiet too, which made Liz assume that he was as
    thrown as she was, until he sat her down in the driver’s seat of his car, and leaned in and
    kissed her. It wasn’t the kiss of a regretful man, but a triumphant one, a very passionate kiss,
    as his lips couldn’t seem to get enough of her. When he finally stopped, he slouched against
    the car’s doorjamb and she leaned her head back against the high head rest. What was she
    thinking, she couldn’t stop herself from wondering. She didn’t need any hot and heavy
    romance right now in her life, and especially not with some control freak like Jason Rascone!
    Her fear couldn’t have been more realized when he began to put on the seatbelt for her.
    “Drive carefully,” he said, which she accepted as Jason just being his thoughtful self. Until he
    added: “I’ll be behind you.”
    Liz looked at him, as he clasped the belt. “Behind me?” she asked him.
    “To make sure you get home safe, yes,” he replied. “I’ll follow you in my truck.”
    Liz could hardly believe it. She just knew he had to be kidding. “Jason,