Page 31 of Obeying the Owner

He curls his arm around my shoulders, drawing me closer. Resting my cheek on his chest, I slide my hand onto his flat stomach.

Being held by him is nice—actually, it’s more than nice. We fit together just right. This may only be the second time we’ve hooked up, but it feels like I belong in his arms. But that’s crazy, and I shouldn’t be having these thoughts.

Whatever this is, it needs to stay casual.

For all I know, this might be the only time we lie together like this. I can’t get attached to someone who’s not looking for a relationship. Then again, neither am I. Or so I thought.

Maybe I’m just getting a little carried away and romanticizing what amounts to powerful chemistry and some earth-shattering orgasms.

His fingertips skim along the curve of my waist while the steady beat of his heart drums beneath my ear. The combination of the two relaxes me, and my eyelids fall closed while I savor everything about this moment.

* * *

Something hot and wet tugs at one of my nipples, dragging me from my slumber. A large hand cups my other breast, fingers pinching and rolling the taut peak.

My lashes fluttering, I struggle to open my eyes.

James releases my nipple from his mouth with a pop and smiles devilishly down at me. “Time to wake up, Sunshine.”

“What time is it?”

“One in the morning.”

I gasp and try to sit up, but he’s lying over me. “I need to go.”

He chuckles. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“James, I’m serious. I need to get home to bed.”

“You’re in bed.”

I stare stonily at him. “You know what I mean.”

“You’re not leaving until I fuck you… and you come at least once more. What do you say to that?”

I might be able to stay a little longer.

“Yes, sir.”

He groans, burying his face against my neck.

“I’ve been watching you for the past ten minutes and imagining what I’m going to do to you. I need to get inside you.” His lips and tongue feather over my skin, raising goose bumps. “I need to feel your tight cunt around my cock.”

Threading my fingers into his hair, I tug the longer strands on the top of his head and urge him to bring his lips upward to meet mine.

His fingers plunge inside me at the same time his tongue thrusts between my parted lips. I moan into his mouth and rock my hips as his fingers move in the same coaxing motion that made me soak the comforter earlier.

He growls. “Such a good girl.”

I don’t know why his praise is so hot, but it’s fucking working. I want to be a good girl for him. I want to please him.

He leans over to grab a condom, and my hand slides down to rub my clit. He works the sheath down his shaft and then kneels between my thighs. His gaze locks on my swirling fingers before he pushes my thighs toward my chest.

He grips his length, rubbing the head back and forth between my lips.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you feel me for days.” His cock thrusts into me like the exclamation point after his warning.

I suck in a breath, and before I can adjust to the size of the welcome intrusion, he thrusts again. And then he doesn’t stop.

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