Page 90 of Dust Storm

“Right,” Christian said with a smirk. He stopped taking his clothes off to scoop me up and drop me gently onto the mattress. “I forgot. You’re not used to being with someone who can manhandle you.”

I rolled my eyes and scooted back against the pillows. “Let me be clear. I do not like being dominated.I’min charge.”

His chuckle was dark. “It’s cute that you think that. But letmebe clear.” He grabbed a condom from his pocket, tossed it on the bed, and dropped his jeans. “This is the only place I want to dominate you. And I think you’re going to like it.”

I pressed my finger to his lips as he prowled up the bed. “The princess thing is cute because you think it gets under my skin, but if you expect me to kneel?—”

Christian took my wrists in his hands, turned them up, and kissed my palms. “The only time you’ll kneel will be over my face so I can pleasure my queen the way she deserves.”

I wasn’t sure if the gasp that escaped my mouth was shock or arousal. Probably a little of both.

“Men don’t talk like that anymore,” I rasped as he pulled my hips beneath his and braced himself over me.

Christian cupped my cheek and kissed me. “I do.”

I was a tall woman, topping out at six feet—more when I was in heels. Men were always steering clear of me because they didn’t want to feel insecure. But not Christian.

He sat back on his haunches and curled his fingers into the edge of my thong. I watched through heavy lids as he tugged my panties down and cupped my pussy in his palm.

“Let me guess,” I said between labored breaths. “You prefer your womenau naturelor something.”

He studied my eyes with an unbreakable gaze as he pressed his thumb to my clit.

“You know, since you’re … like …” I bit my lip, whimpering when he pinched my clit between two fingers and slowly massaged it. “All rugged and?—”

“And what?” he asked as he slid a finger through my slick entrance.

“You’re like a human bear.”

He chuckled. “You need to stop assuming that you know what I like, Cass.”

With the lightest touches, Christian was making me feel more turned on and vulnerable than I had in years.

There was something to be said about bad sex where the other person is selfish or doesn’t know what the hell they’re doing. It never made me feel exposed or fragile. Especially when I was in control.

But Christian made me feel like a window pane with spider web cracks racing through the glass.

My toes curled as he kept steady pressure on my clit.

I was on the verge of shattering.

He reached around and unclasped my bra, pulling the cups away and uncovering my breasts.

“You want to know what I like?” Christian leaned down and pulled my nipple into his mouth, forcing me to arch off the bedas my body sought his touch. He released it with apopand kissed down my sternum while skating his hand up and down my thigh. “I like seeing you in those high heels you love. Your legs are a fucking dream in them. I like the way you always take the time to put on perfume even if you’re working from the house. I don’t want you rough and rugged, Cass.” He slid a thick finger into my pussy and slowly curled it, dragging the tip along my sensitive walls. “I like your softness.”

He moved down and slowly lapped at my clit with the flat of his tongue.

Fireworks sizzled across my hips as he eased me close to an orgasm. I clenched my thigh around his ears, desperate not to let it fade.

Christian teased me as he drew his finger from my core and grabbed my thighs. “You’re more than welcome to ride my beard as much as you want, but right now I want these legs open wide.”

I groaned as he slid two fingers inside me. “Least sexy position of all time. I look like a spatchcocked turkey.”

He growled and grazed my clit with his teeth as he shoved my legs apart with his shoulders. “Is that what that little bitch boy told you?”

“Something like that,” I gasped when he found my G-spot.

“Well.” He leaned up and pressed his palm to my pussy, stroking inside of me as he stimulated my clit with the heel of his hand. “Allow me to make it up to you.”

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