Page 38 of Make Me Yours

My lips curve. “Cocks are sensitive after you make them come like a fucking freight train.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” I say, my smile widening at the pleased expression on her face.

“Yes, what?” she asks, grinning.

“Yes, Mistress of my Loins,” I say, making her laugh, a low, husky laugh I know I’ll never get tired of.

“It was Goddess of my Loins,” she corrects as she rises to her feet. “But close enough.”

“Mistress, goddess,” I say, pulling her closer. “Why settle for one when you can be both?”

She reaches up, pressing a hand to my lips before I can kiss her. “Wait. I need to brush my teeth. I brought a toothbrush in my purse.”

I frown. “Why?”

“Because I just…you know. Aren’t you supposed to brush your teeth after?”

“You’re supposed to do what makes you feel good and then, after that’s covered, what makes me feel good. I don’t care that you just swallowed my come. I still want your tongue in my mouth. I’d want your tongue in my mouth if you’d just eaten a plate full of onions.”

Her smile is shy this time. “Yeah? You like kissing me that much?”

“Yes.” I drop my hand to her ass, squeezing the muscled flesh as I pull her closer. “So, can I kiss you, Sully? Kiss you and get you out of these clothes and do very bad things to you in my bed?”

She sighs as she melts against me. “Yes, please. Please, please, please.”

“You don’t have to say please,” I whisper, my lips brushing hers. “Unless you like it when a man makes you beg.”

She smiles against my mouth as a shiver runs through her gorgeous body. “Well, Weaver, as you know, I don’t have a lot of experience in that area. But I think I might like it. What are you going to make me beg for?”

“Everything,” I promise.

And then I sweep her into my arms and carry her into the bedroom, where I deliver on that promise. First, I make her beg for my mouth on her clit, and then I make her beg for my fingersin her pussy. Then, once I’m hard again, I tie her wrists to the bed frame with two of my silk neckties and make her beg for my cock.

“Come on, sweetheart,” I say, teasing the tip of my erection down one side of her soaked, swollen sex and back up the other, my cock leaking pre-come as she squirms and moans beneath me. I should put on a condom before this gets any more dangerous than it is already, but I love the feel of her hot, silken skin against mine. “You can do better than that. Tell me how much you need me inside you. Make me believe it this time. Then, I’ll put on the condom and fuck you. I promise.”

“No,” she says, bucking against me, trying to force me inside her. “No condom. It feels too good like this.”

I can’t argue with that, but, “No babies for me.”

“I’m on the pill,” she says, rolling her hips, making the urge to thrust inside her almost irresistible.

But I clench my jaw and grit out, “Still a no, I’m afraid. I can’t risk it. I don’t want children. Ever.”

“Then you should have a vasectomy,” she says, her words remarkably lucid considering her eyes are glassy and her cheeks flushed with frustrated desire. “That would take care of both of our problems.”

I smile, despite the hunger rampaging through my bloodstream. “What’s your problem again?”

“Being a newly minted sex fiend who wants you bare?” she says, moaning as I circle her hot little cunt with the head of my cock, so close to gliding inside her I can’t breathe. “Please, Weaver. Fuck me like this. I want to feel you, just you, not latex.”

“You’re dangerous,” I say as I force myself to pull back and reach for the condom on the bedside table. “Very dangerous.”

“And very bad,” she agrees, her glassy eyes glittering now with humor and a challenge I can’t ignore. “Someone should probably teach me a lesson.”

I exhale a soft laugh as I roll on the protection. “And how should one do that, my little sex fiend? Another spanking?”

She shakes her head slowly back and forth. “I like this,” she says, glancing toward her bound hands. “But I’d like it better if it were your hands holding me down.”

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