Page 103 of Dominion

“Bad. Girl.” He spanked just a little harder.

She moaned, like being called a bad girl turned her on. Well,hell yeah. She could be his bad girl any day.

He drank in the sweet smell of her arousal.

His heart double-pumped when he realized his prediction had held true.

Her pussy really was dripping for him.

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

He stopped the onslaught and rubbed her cheeks, marveling at how soft her skin was. How much he loved seeing his handprints on her pretty ass. “Won’t do what again?”

“I won’t leave. I’ll be good.”

He liked the idea of her being his good girl even better.

Fuck. He needed to stop obsessing over this delectable human.

But he couldn’t stop kneading her ass, squeezing her perfect flesh, not releasing her from the restraining position he’d put her in. He drew deep breaths in an effort to hold back the beast that screamed at him to throw her down and mount her in the most debasing way possible.

“Part your thighs if you want me to take care of that ache between your legs.” His voice sounded gravelly.

She stilled, only her back rising and falling with the movement of her breath, her pretty face hidden from his view, turned into the cushions.

Damn..

Of course she wasn’t going to offer herself up to him. What was he thinking? He’d just humiliated her. She probably wouldn’t speak to him again.

To his shock, her feet inched apart.

He didn’t move, not quite believing his eyes.

Her thighs opened wider, offering a clear view of the pink heart of her sex, dewy and plump.

A shudder of lust kicked through him. “Beautiful girl,” he murmured, feeling as reverent as he sounded. Without releasing her wrists, he brought his fingers to her ripe core, running them lightly along her slit.

The way she humped the sofa arm nearly made him lose control. He stifled a curse and sought her clit. It was already swollen, hot beneath the pad of his finger. He circled once, twice, then flicked and tapped.

Her wanton cry made his hips jerk to match the movement of hers. He circled again. Flicked. Tapped.

“Cody…”

He loved the sound of his name on her lips way too damn much. He loved the scent of her arousal even more. He couldn’t wait to taste her. Couldn’t wait to hear what her cries sounded like when she came.

He slid his fingers down, seeking her welcoming entrance. They slid into her tight heat. He rotated them, angled his elbow to reach to the front of her wall, seeking her g-spot.

She squealed and bowed upward, her wrists pulling in his hand, her legs straightening, punished ass squeezing tight.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” His voice didn’t sound like his own; it had dropped two octaves.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Who are you going to come for?” He slid his fingers out of her and returned to her clit, circling, flicking.

Her thighs trembled, she humped relentlessly.

“You,” she gasped.