Page 35 of Draco's Defiance

“Oh, God.” Her head rose from his side as she welcomed the intrusion. “Yes, please, sir.”

“More?” Easing the digits from her, he pumped them in and out, imitating the act his cock was dying to perform.

“Yes, please,” she pushed back against his fingers in an attempt to take in more of him.

“You can have more,” he vowed. “If you do as you’re told.”

Her gaze flitted to his, her lips parting as his fingers sped up their pace. “Sir?”

“I want you to beg for it.” He couldn’t resist the smirk he knew rose.

“Beg?” Her brows knitted as though she didn’t understand, although her thoughts confirmed that was far from the problem. Beg? Is he fucking joking? I don’t beg anyone for anything, but oh, God... he feels so good!

“That’s right.” He watched as she slumped over him, apparently torn about how to proceed. “Beg nicely for me to finger fuck you and I will.” As he spoke, he allowed a third digit to ease around her and stroke her clit. “I’ll keep fucking you this way until you unravel over me.”

Oh, God. She clenched around him, apparently keener than she was prepared to admit.

“I know you want it.” He was enjoying himself as he tugged at her nipple, goading her into making the only available choice. They both knew that she would never refuse the temptation of an orgasm. She needed this, deserved it. “So just give in and give me what I ask for.”

“You want me to b-beg?” Moira could hardly even get the words out.

“That’s right, little girl.” She was so wet for him, her body so incredibly in favor of everything he suggested. Why didn’t she just yield? “Beg. Tell me you want it.”

“I want it, sir.” That part seemed easier for her to admit, although her pulsating hips and rosy ass were making it abundantly obvious as they thrust against his fingers over and over again.

“And?” he prompted, wondering how long he could contain his own fervor before he had to replace his digits with his dick. The way she was taunting him, surely not for much longer.

“And, please!” Frustration radiated in her tone. “Please, sir. Please fuck me harder with your fingers.”

He grinned at her supplication, thoughts of his own desire momentarily replaced by her own. “There’s my good girl.” Rewarding her effort with a faster pace, he lowered to place a kiss on her glistening skin. “Keep going. I want you begging until you come.”

What? She gasped at the verdict, apparently outraged, but too close to the precipice of pleasure to reel back and accept denial.

“Please!” Her tone conveyed her own surprise at the plea.

“Please what?” He sensed how near her impending climax was, noticing how every part of her seemed to stiffen as her body prepared for the tsunami.

“Please fuck me, sir.” Oh, God, Oh, God! Her deliberations had shifted from stunned and disgusted to desperate. It wouldn’t be long before he toppled her into the clouds. “Please fuck me with your fingers.”

The sounds of her pleasure filled the air as he obliged, her wet excitement growing while he tweaked her buds harder. If he didn’t know better, he could have sworn she was even more aroused than she was the last time they’d met, but to make sure he pushed her over the brink, he caressed her frantic clit while she took the length of his fingers. Each eager stroke reinforced the message; she was his now. His to fuck, his to order. His to control.

As though it was Moira who could read his mind, she tensed at the conclusion, her body convulsing as the first tremor of passion seized her.

“Oh, my God!” she screamed through gritted teeth, pressing herself back against him as she rocked her clit against his trousers. He watched as she erupted.

“That’s right, little girl.” He marveled at her magnificence, reveling in every second of her splendor as she came apart before his eyes. “Enjoy it.”

He couldn’t remember ever relishing the delivery of someone else’s pleasure the way he relished Moira’s, but holding her as she absorbed the rapture was almost as good as his own satisfaction.

“Better?” Sliding from her hot flesh, he kissed her heated ass before he eased her from his lap. She fell to her knees, her face nearly as red as her backside.

“Amazing,” she murmured in disbelief. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’ve got it.” Winking at her, he rose from his place and reached for her hair. “Now I want you here.”

Pointing to the seat he’d just vacated, he wrapped her tresses in his fist before he steered her toward the leather. She rose to her knees, wincing as she shifted to avoid the tug at her scalp.

“Face down, ass up.” He guided her head down, hoisting her hips north before delving into his pocket for a condom.