Page 57 of Daddy By Design

I frowned. What did he say?

But the words slipped away in the white and the undertow as I bowed up again and again. My body wasn’t my own right then.

It was his.

It was the now.

The moment between us.

He ground against me, the heavy column of his cock behind his zipper just as deadly as his mouth. My breath stalled out as the drumbeat in my head went silent as if I was falling. Then it was nothing but my shouts and him holding me down to take every bit of pleasure.

“Let me in. Let me in.” His voice was low and near-menacing.

“Yes.” I pushed at his jeans. “Inside.”

With trembling fingers, he dragged out his wallet and there was a crinkle of something.

Condom.

Thank God.

I was too far gone to want anything but him inside of me at that moment. I almost didn’t care.

Dangerous in every way.

He pushed his jeans out of the way enough and then there he was.

I jerked at the prison of his hands holding my hands above my head. I arched and writhed under him, wanting something more that I couldn’t voice. Then he was there fitting himself against my soaked slit.

Inch by inch, he filled me until there was nothing but Nolan. Until there was so much pressure and pleasure all wrapped up in one overwhelming moment.

I wanted to wind around him like a thorny vine. To make my mark in the bramble of his protective walls. I wanted him to feel as powerless as I was right now.

He controlled every touch.

Why?

But the swamping intensity of him filling me so completely chased me into another wall of bliss. I arched below him, my breasts digging into the cotton of his shirt, my legs winding around denim.

I wanted skin.

But he didn’t allow that.

Wouldn’t give me that part of him.

But he did thrust inside of me over and over with his deliciously perfect cock.

Again and again.

Smooth and perfect and powerful. My thighs burned and my back ached, but I took every thrust and begged for more.

Suddenly, he released me. Before I could grip his shoulders, or touch anything on him, he flipped me over, caging me again and drove into me. The pace was brutal, and his touch was anything but gentle.

But I already craved that end.

Craved the speed and accuracy of his divine cock inside of me. He buried his face in my neck, my name a growl and a promise as he fucked me within an inch of madness.

Not a single moment of gentle or care.

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