Page 89 of On His Terms

How could he resist?

Alex bent to remove his boots, then kicked them to the side before crawling in next to her.

“Please fuck me,” she said when he pulled her against him.

“Chelsea…”

She turned to face him and placed a palm against his cheek. “I want you inside me.”

“You’re not thinking straight. Give it a few minutes.”

“I know this for a fact, Sir.”

He snagged her wrist. She had no idea how goddamn difficult this was for him. “Chelsea, I’m warning you…”

She pulled her hand away and trailed it down his chest, then lower to squeeze his cock. Despite the fact he was still wearing jeans, he hardened beneath her determined touch. She tightened her grip and moved her hand up and down with a firm stroke. The vixen used her free hand to unbuckle his belt. By the time he stopped her, she’d loosened the waist and started to pull down the zipper.

“I know what I’m doing,” she reasserted. “And I want your cock.”

The primal need to own her driving him, he grabbed a condom from the nightstand. He pressed the packet into her palm and said, “Open it.”

While she did, he stood to remove his clothes.

“Let me put it on for you?” she asked.

“I should make you use your mouth.”

“If that’s what Sir wishes.”

With her red lipstick? His dick pulsed in response. Fuck yes.

He stood at the side of the bed, cock jutting out. Her touch wasn’t skilled, and that made it all the more arousing. “Roll the condom,” he coached. “Don’t pull it.”

“Oh.” Her face flushed, and that delighted him.

She didn’t manage to get it all the way down with her mouth, but he’d never forget the sight of her choking on his length, eyes watering as she valiantly fought to be a dutiful pet.

“Spread your legs, girl.” Instead of holding her down, he took her in a single thrust. She was already slick with arousal. “You were ready.”

“With you, I’m insatiable, Sir.”

While he fucked her, he lifted his upper body so he could play with her clit.

Within seconds, without permission, she climaxed in a sensual gush that temporarily soothed his inner beast. She’d come. For him.

He dug his hands into her hair.

Because it would blur the lines, he had a rule not to kiss the women he trained. But the sight of her, her perfection, blasted away his determination. He held her and gently brushed his lips across hers.

Her eyes widened, and she looked at him. For a moment, it seemed she didn’t breathe.

And then, needing to give more, receive more, he took her again, claiming her as if they were making love.

She responded to his demand like she did everything else. With passionate abandon. She met him thrust for thrust and she shocked him by capturing the tip of his tongue between her teeth for a moment before letting go and becoming the aggressor. This was a side of her he’d never experienced, and it aroused him.

“Incredible,” she murmured after he ended the kiss. “That was…” She licked her upper lip. “Can I be on top, Sir?”

“Excuse me?”

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