“Yes.” She wanted him so badly. The weary sadness that had taken her over was shoved aside by rampaging desire. She needed him.
He took her mouth, plunging his tongue in and dominating her with a singular purpose. His tongue glided against hers in a silky imitation of what she wanted his cock to do. He rubbed his body against hers as though he could imprint himself on her.
“This is so wrong,” he said.
“It’s not,” she tried to plead.
“Not the sex, love.” He chuckled, an open grin on his face as he pulled at the buttons of his shirt, revealing his rock-hard chest. “I’m talking about the fact that my club is going to request that I turn in my leathers. I’m being a terrible Dom.”
He kicked off his boots hastily and shoved his jeans off. He dropped them and left them on the floor in his hurry to get back against her. His cock stood straight out, and then it was pressed between them as he hugged her to him.
“I won’t tell,” she assured him. She let her hands roam for the first time. His skin was soft over the hard pack of his muscled frame. Only his hands were rough and callused from work. Those hands thrilled her as he explored her body.
“Yes, you will, love,” he commanded, and he kissed her neck.
“You’ll tell everyone what a big, nasty Dom you have.”
She hissed as he bent his head and kissed her nipples. He was painstakingly gentle with them. “I will. I’ll tell them how you torment me.”
He licked at her nipples, sucking on them softly, lighting a fire in her cunt. “I’m wicked with you. I don’t let you get out of line. When you get out of line, I torture you.”
He was doing just that. His fingers split her labia, sinking in and drawing out her juices. He bent over, and his tongue found her clit.
“Oh, god, yes, you do. You’re cruel, Stef. You bring me to the edge again and again. You fill my ass and clamp my breasts and make me pleasure you.”
He sucked her clit into his mouth as he pressed two fingers high into her cunt. “I make you see to my needs and fill none of yours when you’re a bad sub. I fuck your mouth and spank that ass of yours until it’s a hot pink and you can feel the imprint of my hand on your skin. I tie you up, shove a vibrator up your cunt, and alternate between teasing your G-spot and using a flogger on your pretty backside. You never disobey me again.”
“Never again.”
Stef got up and moved to the chair. He sat down and held out his hand. “Come on, love. Come ride me.”
Jen caught her breath at the sight of him. He was decadence personified. She took his hand and straddled him, her knees sinking into the plush leather of the big chair. Stef reached between their bodies, lining his cock up to her pussy.
“I want to watch.” His head was down. His eyes were fully focused on the place where their bodies met.
There was her pervy boy. Jen leaned back slightly so he couldn’t miss the sight of his huge dick invading her pussy. He gripped her cheeks, pulling her down inch by inch. Every centimeter was pure pleasure. He stretched her, filling her with his hard flesh, making himself a part of her.
“You’re so fucking tight like this.” He ground the words out as she felt his hands split her ass cheeks. His fingers touched the plug, making her shiver. She sank her fingers into his shoulders as he gently eased the plug a little ways out. Nerves she’d never felt before sprang to vivid life.
“Oh, Stef, that’s amazing.” She breathed out as he fucked the plug back in.
His voice was low, guttural. “I can handle you, love. We don’t need a third. I can fuck you the way you need it.” He pulled on the plug as he thrust his dick up, proving his point.
Jen was filled with him. She’d never been so full. She sank onto his cock and forced herself back up, riding him like the stud he was. She found a perfect rhythm that had the plug and his cock in exquisite parallel. When she lowered herself on his cock, he pulled the plug out to almost the rim of her anus, firing off every nerve in her rectum. He pushed it back in when she rose, the feeling of fullness unrelenting.
Every movement brought her closer to that magic place only Stef had ever taken her to. She fucked him with abandon, seeking her pleasure with every bit as much passion as she’d given him his.
“That’s right, love,” Stef said, his motions becoming wickedly wild. “Come for me. Come all over my cock. Make me feel it.” She felt the command in her clit. He pushed up with his pelvis, grinding against her, and she went flying. The orgasm rushed over her like a wildfire sweeping through her veins. She cried out as she fought for every second of pleasure she could get.
Stef’s body stiffened under her hands. He shook as he came, his gorgeous face contorting with pleasure.
Jen fell forward into the circle of his arms. Without hesitation, he held her close, their breaths, bodies, and heartbeats one.
Chapter Twelve
Stef had to breathe deeply to get his heart rate down. His blood pounded languorously through his body, satisfaction invading his veins. Jen was wrapped around him, and the world, briefly, seemed utterly perfect to him. She’d submitted in the sweetest way possible.
She’d accepted everything he’d given her with grace and a gorgeous sexuality that floored him. He was the one who screwed it up.
Why had he thought he could walk away from her? He’d never been able to do it. Even when he got the slightest bit away from her, he’d come running back every time. The minute he’d seen her face fall, his heart had clenched. He’d made it to the door, but he’d shut it again, knowing he’d never be able to leave her alone and miserable.
God, he loved her.
His hands tightened. He let the truth wash over him. He loved Jennifer Waters with his whole heart, but he’d never be able to keep her. She was too talented, too young to commit herself for her whole life. She needed to see the world and everything it had to offer.
Maybe in ten years or so she could make a decision, but until then he had to be unselfish.
“Stop.” Her head had come up, and she stared down into his eyes.
There was a plea there. “Can’t we have a few days? Just a couple of days where we don’t fight or think about the future?” She could read his fucking mind. This time around was so different. Since she’d come back to Bliss, she’d been focused on him, his moods, his thoughts. It made him feel like the center of the universe. God, he couldn’t deny her. Not when it was everything he wanted. He would have to let her go soon enough. What was a few days of paradise?
He smoothed back her hair and pulled her close, loving the way their bodies were stuck together, their juices mingling. She would walk around the rest of the day with his cum in her sweet cunt. He pulled her head down. “Of course, love. I want that, too.” He let his lips play against hers. He loved how soft she was. Her lips were pliant beneath his. He could play with her all day. A week, that was all he could give himself. Otherwise, he would take her.
Already the impulse was there to brand her as his. He had a sudden vision of working with her curled at his feet. Her skin was so porcelain, so perfect, that she could be his palette. He could have her stretch out when he was ready and use her torso to mix his paints. He would bend down when he needed to dip his brush in, and as for inspiration—all he would need to do is look down.
He shook his head. He was already going to that innately selfish place where all that mattered were his own needs. He would put it out of his mind for now. He had plans for Jennifer. When those came to fruition, he would have long years without her. He should enjoy himself while he could. He took a long, last drag from her lips. “What do you want to do today, love? Do you want to watch the snowboarding? Or we could join in the snowman competition.” A smile of pure pleasure crossed her lips. It did odd things to his heart. “We could kick everyone’s ass, Stef.” He laughed a bit. “I don’t know. Henry and Nell have been practicing.”