Page 87 of Force Play

“You kissed me.”

“You say tomato, I say potato.”

“That is not at all how that phrase goes.” Her back shakes with laughter as I kiss my way down her spine.

“Says you. Now quit arguing.” Her flesh ripples when my hand comes down playfully on her ass. I have to bite down on my lip to stop myself from doing it again and again. My lips cover the red mark I left behind, softening her moans.

“Oh, shit,” she cries when I give in to need and leave a matching mark on the other side.

“Shit is right, you’re soaked for me.” Parting her slick center I chase down more of those sweet little whimpers, my tongue flicking over her heated core, dipping inside her for a taste. Wrapping one arm around her front I find her clit, toying with it lightly.

“Harder.”

Without stopping, I tsk, my mouth still working her from behind. “You still don’t understand that you’re not in charge.” My words are muffled, and the only indication that she’s heard me is a grumbled curse. I’ve got all night to pry the control out of her hands. She bucks back into me when my fingers come down hard on her clit, giving me the perfect excuse to press my tongue inside her. Fuck yes.

“Stop trying to control everything and let me enjoy my meal. I have no problem keeping my head between your legs for hours, if that’s what it takes.”

Alternating between my tongue and fingers, I build her up slowly before backing off.

“Dom!”

“You’re trying to rush me again. And I won’t have it.” She shivers when I blow on her hot center, seeking me out impatiently.

Her pained whimpers make my balls ache enough that I give in, sealing my lips over her clit. Time slips by as I enjoy the hell out of myself, feasting on her to the chorus of her noises growing more urgent.

“Don’t stop,” she cries.

Judging by the way her legs are shaking, she’ll be pleading with me to let her come soon. Which is probably a good thing because as much as I’m loving every second of this, my dick is painfully hard between my legs and if one of us doesn’t cave soon, I’ll be making a mess in my pants.

I apply a little more pressure with my thumb, rubbing circles that have her knees buckling.

“Yes, thank fuck.” It’s a strangled appeal that borders on panic.

When I pull my hand away, I can feel her frustration in the way she sags back against me. She’s close to begging me for what she needs, so I wait, my hands resting on the outside of her knees, my nose coasting up the back of her leg.

“Dom. Please. I need to come. I can’t take it anymore. Please let me come—fuck.”

“When are you going to learn that all you have to do is ask? Was that so hard?”

“Wh-what?”

“I’ve got you. You just have to ask for help and let go of the control you hold so dearly. Fall and let me catch you,” I say, standing behind her, fishing a condom out and shoving my pants down.

With one thrust I’m rooted inside her, groaning against her back at the relief of her warmth squeezing me. Her climax is so sudden that I end up having to loop my arm around her waist to keep her upright.

“That’s it. See how good it feels to let someone else help.” Setting a painfully slow rhythm I pulse in and out of her, trying to stave off my own release, which is not far off after all the time I spent with my mouth on her, denying my dick any part of the action. When I can’t take it any longer, I give in to the tension winding down my spine, making my balls pull up tight and switch to punishing strokes that have both of us slick with sweat and gasping for air.

“This body was made for me. The way you squeeze me. So damn good,” I grunt out, my words rough and raw as my cock swells inside her, my orgasm bursting free and making my vision go black. It’s always so damn good with her. Nothing has ever felt like this.

“You really would have let me come right away if I’d asked?” Indie asks between ragged breaths after we come down from our high.

“Of course. When have I not given you something you asked for?”

“You’re an ass,” she says without any of her normal bite.

Shifting beneath me, she’s finally steady enough that I can reluctantly untangle our bodies and take care of the condom. Then I squat to help her out of the bands, holding on so she doesn’t topple to the ground. “Mhmm, but I’m your ass. And right now, I’m making decisions and there’s a bubble bath on our dance card.”

“A bubble bath?”

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