Page 194 of Holding On To Good

Greedy little fucker.

Someone had to be in control here.

He had to be in control.

He’d already given in to her once. Had fucked her pretty mouth like a rutting animal, grunting out commands and manhandling her like she was nothing more than a plaything.

And he’d liked it.

Jesus, but he’d loved it.

So had she.

Maybe that’s all this was. She’d liked being submissive to him and now she was grinding against him, her mouth hot and slick on his, her nails scratching his scalp, because she was horny and wet.

She needed him.

He should give her whatever she wanted. Happily. Without doubts or reservations. Not because he owed her. But to prove he trusted her, too.

Except, he wasn’t sure he did.

But he couldn’t leave her hanging or wanting.

He’d give her what she needed. Always.

First, he’d make her come with his mouth. Then his hands.

And because those ideas had him growing even harder, because he could already imagine the sweet taste of her, the way she’d tighten around his fingers, he’d then make her come with his mouth and his hand.

But first, he’d slow down the pace. Calm the urgency. He was in no hurry. Would never be in a rush to end their time together, like she always was.

And maybe, when he was done with her, she’d be so well satisfied, so replete with pleasure and happily, comfortably exhausted, she’d be more open to breaking at least one of her rules.

Maybe she’d stay.

Still kissing her, he slid both his hands beneath her thighs and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him like a vise, her heels digging into his lower back, her hands clutching his shoulders. The moment he settled her on the bed, though, she wiggled beneath him. Pushed at his chest.

He reared up immediately, but she wasn’t stopping him.

She was taking the control he hadn’t given her.

Shoving him onto his back, she straddled him, then leaned down and nipped at his lower lip. Pain and arousal shot through him, had his cock going rock hard.

Shit. So much for slowing things down.

A difficult enough proposition when she’d been beneath him, but having her on top of him?

Impossible.

Especially with her tongue in his mouth and her hand on his cock. She lifted her hips, guiding him to her entrance and it took every fucking ounce of willpower he possessed to set his hands on her waist and stop her.

He tore his mouth from hers, already breathing hard. She was on birth control, but they’d never had sex without a condom.

“You sure?” he asked, searching her eyes, needing to make sure she wasn’t just caught up. That this, him bare inside of her, was what she wanted.

In answer, she held his gaze, her lower lip caught between her teeth and slowly sank onto him. They both moaned.

Being inside of her with nothing between them was the best thing he’d ever felt.

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