Page 32 of Obeying the Owner
“Keep working your clit,” he orders. I quickly comply, working the pad of my middle finger over and around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
He grabs each of my ass cheeks while he continues pistoning his hips. His eyes zero in on the place we’re joined together. “Your pussy looks incredible taking my cock.”
My view isn’t as clear as his, but what I can see is sexy as fuck. Not to mention his corded biceps and rippling stomach muscles.
And when I glance up at his face, I’m surprised by the intensity I find in the steely depths of his gaze. And like a fly caught in a spider’s web, I can’t seem to look away.
“Are you gonna come for me like a good girl?” he husks.
“Yes… sir,” I answer, my fingers strumming my clit as an orgasm fires to life in my center.
I’m so close.
He moves his hands up, clutching behind my knees as his thrusts shift to a rapid-fire pace.
A pulsating throb of ecstasy starts between my legs, increasingly intensifying until pleasure engulfs me.
“James,” I call out as tremors tear through me.
His rhythm changes as his climax creeps up, with the final few pumps being erratic. His fingers digging into my skin, he holds on to me. All his muscles go rigid, and he moans my name.
He holds still for a few moments before withdrawing from me. He falls to the mattress beside me with a groan. He grabs a bunch of tissues from the nightstand and places the condom inside. “Sunshine, you’re so fucking sexy,” he says.
Turning onto my side, I prop my head on my fist. “Sunshine?” I raise an eyebrow.
He smirks. “Your hair’s so golden and shiny; you remind me of sunshine.”
“Aww, that’s sweet. I kind of like it.”
But not as much as I like when he calls me good girl.
“Aren’t you glad I made you stay later than you wanted?” he asks.
My lips quirk. “Maybe,” I tease. “But I do need to head home.”
He takes hold of my free hand, threading our fingers together. “You can’t go until you promise we can do this again.”
Should we, though?
I want to agree, but I don’t want to grow too attached to him. Or to the amazing sex we’re having. He’ll ruin me for other men.
Hell, he probably already has.
“Mae?” He drags me from my introspection.
“Sorry. I was thinking.”
“What’s there to think about? Don’t you want to do more of this?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“But?” he prods.
“This was only supposed to be a onetime hookup, but now it’s been a two-time hookup, and you want to add a third time.”
“And maybe even a fourth or fifth.” He exaggerates a gasp and covers his mouth, playfully mocking my concern.
I roll my eyes. “I’ll agree to once more and then we’ll have to reevaluate. That’s the best I can offer.”