Page 23 of On His Terms
And his dick was glorious—big, thick, and pulsing. The sight of a man’s penis had never made her salivate before. But then, she’d never wanted sex this badly, either.
“Lie down,” he instructed while sheathing himself in a condom. “But keep your legs where they are. You’re going to be wrapping them around my waist.”
There would be no doubt he’d be fucking her, rather than making love. His way of keeping emotional distance between them? Regardless, that was fine with her. She wanted it raw.
In silent invitation, she lay back and spread her legs.
“Is your pussy hot, girl?”
It is now. His coarse language heightened the energy in her raging hormones.
He moistened his thumb pad and pressed it against her clit. She arched up, wordlessly begging for more. And he gave it to her, rubbing her gently, then with more vigor before backing off again. “Yes, please, Sir.”
Instead of taking her to completion, he guided his cockhead toward her entrance.
As he wanted, she wrapped her legs around him, then, forcefully, he took her.
“Play with your breasts while I fuck you. I want to see your expression. Make sure you squeeze your nipples hard, or I’ll put a pair of clamps on them and yank on the chain with so much force you’ll see stars.”
It didn’t matter whether or not he’d actually do that. Just the threat was enough to make her delirious.
In a single thrust, he drove into her.
There was nothing sweet or reserved about his claiming. She gasped from the depth of his penetration. “Damn, Sir.”
“Is this what you wanted, girl?”
“It is!” He filled her and satisfied her.
“You’re getting to me, Chelsea.”
His confession increased her ardor. She wanted to be owned by him. “Do me, Sir.” Her request was both a demand and a plea.
Repeatedly he took her, and her body jerked from the force. She played with her breasts and pinched her nipples. From the way he’d used her earlier, the tips were still swollen and sensitive, and that only heightened her arousal. “Oh, Sir!” She closed her eyes as they fell into a frenetic rhythm.
When she was on the verge of an orgasm, he stopped, and she cried out her frustration.
“Give me more. Knees over my shoulders, girl.” Grabbing her ankles, he adjusted her until she was in his preferred position. “That’s better.”
Leaning forward, he made her take his weight. It stretched her hamstrings unbelievably, and it permitted him in so deep she couldn’t draw a full breath. “Sir!”
“All of me, girl. Take all of me.”
In full command, he pistoned his hips. He was so powerful, amazing…
The climax claimed her so hard and fast, and she screamed her pleasure.
“My beautiful little submissive.”
From somewhere distant, she was aware that he sounded proud.
“There’s more.” He released his grip on her ankles and brushed her hands aside and pinched her nipples as he continued to fuck her.
The exquisite agony he inflicted, combined with the relentless pounding, made her come again.
Even as she rode crest after crest of pleasure, he continued to fuck her.
He was impossibly masterful, and so very, very sexy.