Page 70 of Force Play

“Let’s start with you telling me how badly you want my dick so I can fuck you, and then we can figure it out, together.”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s plenty of heat behind the sassy reaction. “Admitting I wanted you wasn’t enough, you need me to stroke your ego as well?”

“You want to stroke him . . .” I roll my hips over her still sensitive clit making her eyes flutter shut and her mouth fall open. “Then yes, I need to hear you say it.”

“Please, Dom. I need you inside me.” The husky voice she uses and the way my name rolls off her tongue will be burned into my memory forever

“So polite about it too. You want this dick, Baby?” Another pulse over her center.

“No, I need it. A year without . . . we are well beyond want,” she says on the edge of coming apart for me again.

“It’s yours.” I push up on my elbow, taking her hand in mine and slipping both under the waistband of my underwear. Together, we stroke my hard cock. “Fuck. I’ve been dying to have your hands on me again.”

“Could have fooled me with how you held me off, but I get it. I’m sorry for not seeing what was in front of me sooner. Something that feels this perfect can’t be bad, right?” I try not to focus on the remaining insecurity in her voice. If she needs me to keep showing her that I’m the man she needs, it’s fine. I had no plans to stop.

“Well, I’m not holding you off any more and right now I need to be buried so deep inside you, you never forget what it feels like to take every inch of me.”

I shudder at the loss of her hand squeezing me, but it’s quickly forgotten when she slides the briefs over my hips, helping me work them down my legs. She’s just as eager as I am.

Now that we’ve made it here I’m having a hard time processing that this is actually happening and need to be certain I’m not dreaming, so I brush her hair behind her ear and kiss her, taking my time with each caress of my tongue against hers. The steady rise and fall of her chest under me and the slight sting when her fingers twist in my hair are enough to make me believe this is real. I’m finally getting the second chance I’ve been holding on to for the last year.

When she shifts under me, my hard length slides through her heat and I groan, absorbed in the feel of her skin against mine

“Hold on—fuck,” I drag out, panting because she’s already gotten me so worked up. I lean back on my heels squeezing the base of my cock. “Damn, you’re so fucking beautiful. I’ve missed this—you.”

“Then why aren’t you inside me yet?”

“Condom,” I croak out.

“Oh.” Her face falls for a second and my heart drops. “I never forget protection and I was ready to just let you . . .” Her voice trails off.

“If you’re not ready, we can wait,” I say, pausing with my hand halfway to the nightstand.

“No, that’s not it. I just . . . you just make me crazy. I want you. This. All of it. Please.”

That’s all I need to hear. I’m pulling open the drawer and sheathing myself a moment later. Resting on my forearms I kiss her nose and notch myself at her entrance. She doesn’t wait for me to move, tilting her hips to meet me and sighing when the tip sinks inside her.

The only thing I want more than to sink all the way inside her is to torture her a little first. So I pull back, loving the way it makes her whimper and the fire in her eyes. She hooks her leg over my hip.

“You want more of me?”

The nod she gives me won’t do, even with the coy way she bites her plump lower lip.

So I push in again, only giving her a fraction of what she needs and then withdraw.

A harsh breath skates over my heated skin as she sighs. “Please, Dom. Fuck me. Give me all of you.”

The shift between us is immediate. Her words lock it into place, like two tectonic plates shifting and forever altering the landscape of our relationship. “All you had to do was ask.” This time I sink all the way in, shuddering when her tight heat wraps around me. I fuck her slowly, with long drags of my cock until we are both barely hanging on, panting and sticky with sweat. Leaning down I take her mouth, quieting a string of curses as she tightens around me when I press my thumb to her clit. With each pass of my finger over the sensitive spot, she clings to me, and her tits press into my chest.

“Oh hell, Indie,” I growl, everything around us fading away until it’s just the feel of her tight heat draining my own orgasm from me. My cock twitches inside her, filling the condom until there’s nothing left to give.

For a minute, the only noise is the swift whoosh of our beating hearts. Indie is the first to speak, pressing soft kisses along my neck, my pulse still hammering beneath her lips. “Begging might just be my new favorite hobby.” Her soft chuckle turns to a contented sigh when I ease out of her to take care of the condom.

“You begging for my dick is a core memory for sure, but anytime you want something from me, all you have to do is ask.”

“Noted,” she says, patting me on the cheek.

“Just, um . . . give me a second to take care of things.” My eyes keep finding my way back to her as I cross the room to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up. If she bolts again, I’m not sure what I’ll do. I’ve always let things roll off my back, but losing her right after I finally got her back would stick with me.

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