Page 61 of How Dare You

He nods slowly. “Because you can’t resist. It’s you Devon, not me, who can make this happen.”

This man has been drooling over me for months. There has to be a way to make him snap. I cross half the distance between us with slow, sensual steps. His eyes track the movements, looking me up and down in a way that suggests he’s not bothered at all by the loose t-shirt that hides my figure.

When I stop, his powerful veneer almost cracks, but he regains his composure and says, “You’re so close, mama. Just a few more steps.”

I shake my head. “I’m making sure you have a good view for the next part.”

A muscle feathers in his jaw, but he says nothing when I make a show of licking my lips and nipping the bottom one with my teeth.

“I’ll give that distracting mouth something to do,” he says. For a second, I think I’ve won already, but he continues, “as soon you get your ass over here and beg me.”

Heat rushes to my core, more tempted than ever to give in, but I manage to hold my ground. “You didn’t say anything about begging.”

His lips pull into the exact smile that turns his rugged features irresistibly charming. “That was before you teased me for two days. Now you’ll have to beg.”

My eyes narrow on him, and I slowly peel up my loose t-shirt, revealing satin shorts, the skin of my stomach, and my bare breasts before tossing it aside.

“Goddamn.” He lets out a low whistle, running a hand through his hair. “You’re a vision.”

Rhett’s eyes cover every inch of my skin, hovering the longest on my pointed nipples and the expanse of my legs. He’s still not moving, so I hook my thumb into the waistband of my shorts and pull them slowly down past my toes.

He hums a low sound, and when I reach for my panties, he says, “You can take everything off, and it won’t convince me. You want me, and you need to admit it. You don’t get to say it was my idea when this happens again.”

Dammit.

“What do you want, Devon Blake?” he asks a now familiar question.

I want him to get over here and fuck me. His gray eyes search mine, no longer lingering on my exposed body, but concerned with what I’m thinking. I can’t keep telling myself this is only sex.

He watches me, transfixed. “I’ll wait for you to work it out.”

I want to be free, unrestrained, and out of control. I want him to make me feel so safe that I’m no longer worried about doing the right thing, because I know he’ll protect me no matter what happens. I want to surrender.

My eyes hold his, the realization making me feel far more vulnerable than my nakedness ever could. I take a deep breath and answer, “I want you.”

“I’m yours,” he breathes, then points to the floor directly in front of him. “Come here.”

It’s even easier to do what he asks than it was two nights ago. I cross the remaining distance immediately, reaching up for his face to pull him down for a kiss, but his firm hands encase my wrists, stopping me before I get there. He lowers his voice, dipping his head just enough to bring us to eye level and speaks each of three words with individual emphasis. “On your knees.”

My body buzzes with anticipation, and my throat goes dry. “Yes, daddy,” I answer, dropping to my knees as he releases my wrists with a satisfied rumble. I’m eye-level with his hard cock, the tip visible above the waistband of his boxers. On my knees, the freedom I was yearning for sets in. I don’t have to make a single decision for the rest of the night.

I reach up to pull them off, but his hand stops me again. “I didn’t tell you to do that.” But he doesn’t make me wait any longer, taking them off himself and leaving me with an intimate view I haven’t yet gotten. Both times we’ve been naked together have been under the cover of night, so I stare my fill at his mouth-watering cock.

This time, when I start to reach I remember to stop myself.

“What did I say before?” he asks.

My mind is whirling, focused on all the ways I want to indulge in his body, so it takes me a second to remember. He wants me to beg. I’m already on my knees, and he won’t let me touch him, so I’m left with only my words. “Rhett, I want. Please let me, I—” I struggle to put it into words, but when he curls a finger under my chin, drawing my gaze to meet his, the unmistakable adoration in his gaze emboldens me. “I want to know what it’s like to savor you in my mouth. Please, let me have you like this. Let me lick you and taste you and swallow you. Please.”

“You are perfect,” he says, cradling my face in his warm hand and giving me unlimited permission. “You can have anything I have to give, and you can touch me anyway you like.”

My eager hands fly to his body. With one, I lightly stroke and explore his cock where it bobs heavily before me. He hums his pleasure, and when I start a tender massage on his balls with the other, I look up to see his eyes are closed, already in ecstasy. I’ve barely touched him. My movements grow firmer, and I watch his face as he soaks in the pleasure.

With his eyes still closed, I run my tongue around his bulbous tip. He breathes my name, and I lick him from tip to base before finally taking him into my mouth. The next time I look up, his head is tilted down, watching me with awe. I keep working him with one hand at his base and brace myself on his muscular thigh with the other.

His hips work with my rhythm, and he starts to take over, holding onto my head and pumping into my mouth. I open my mouth wider, letting my lips be stretched by the thickness of him as he pushes deeper and deeper until tears gather at my eyes.

“You look so fucking pretty choking on my dick,” he says, picking up his pace even more. Right when I think he’s going to come, he pulls all the way out, his cock glistening from the wetness of my mouth. Stunned, I blink at him. His mouth quirks into a devilish smile. “I’m not done with you yet.”

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