Page 136 of For the Sub

Ridiculously pleased with himself, he quirked a brow. “Was it?”

The smile she gave him was serene, and maybe a hint secretive. “I’d totally do that again, Sir.”

“Would you?”

Enthusiastically, she nodded.

“Which part?”

“All of it.” She turned on her side to place her fingertips on his face. “But I was talking about the hair part. It was just so damn animalistic.”

Her description intrigued him. “Animalistic?” he repeated.

“Totally. I was helpless, and almost unable to move. Hair as bondage is sexy as hell.”

“Well said.”

“I like it sort of primitive,” she confessed. “Like this…” Straddling his hips, she tugged his T-shirt from his jeans.

At the Den, Brandy would never have been so bold.

But here, her natural personality shined.

He liked it—and her—more each time they were together.

For a man who had spent the better part of a few years as a recluse, he was adjusting to having a woman around with alarming ease.

And that should scare the hell out of him.

After finally managing to pull off his T-shirt, she threw it on the floor.

While he removed his pants, something that couldn’t happen quickly enough, she grabbed a condom from the drawer he indicated, and she rolled it down his cock using her mouth and no hands.

“Jesus, sub.”

Through her long, thick lashes, she looked at him. “You approve, Master Niles?”

“Yes.” Hell and damnation.

Even before the latex was securely in place, he was ready to come.

Then she climbed on top of him once more.

“May I?” she asked.

“Beg.”

“Oh, Master Niles, please…I’m desperate to have your magnificent cock inside me.”

Magnificent?

He barely suppressed a grin.

She slid her pussy over his erect shaft.

If she kept it up much longer, he’d be the one begging.

“I need to have your big dick in my pussy, or I am afraid I’ll die, Sir.”

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