Page 101 of Holding The Reins

She keeps going, hands on her hips, attitude permeating from her. The south rising before me.

“No, really, I’d like to know… what does this situation look like to you? What do I look like to you? Some dutiful little woman who is going to do everything you say? Just because you come into my life like a tornado and fuck me like a caveman doesn’t mean you can behave like one outside the bedroom.”

Something about the way she’s standing, her spicy tone and her need to be in charge turns me instantly desperate for her. All my frustration, all my anger towards myself, her and my past evaporates into thin air and my hands are around her tiny waist before she can say anything more, my lips crashing down on hers.

I’m mad with claiming her, with silencing her debate on my feelings, on us. I can’t speak, I just want her and I’m fucking taking.

She kisses me back, parting her lips to let me in, my tongue takes her mouth. I nip at her lips, her jaw, her ear; the heat between us could burn down the whole god damn house but it wouldn’t stop me. I’d keep going and fuck her right in the middle of the flames.

“I’m sorry I was upset with you…” I breathe into her neck.

“You mean you’re sorry for having a temper tantrum?” she asks. I did have a temper tantrum. Fuck, she’s always right and it makes me want her even more if that’s possible. “I need to hear those words, Nash.”

I grunt, partly out of frustration and partly out of the need I have for her. “I’m sorry I had a temper tantrum. But to answer your question, what you look like, little firefly, is fucking mine. And I protect what’s mine,” I rasp in her ear.

She moans as she tips her head back, offering me a view of that slender, silky, biteable neck. And I’m a crazed man, my hands slide under her dress and squeeze her plump ass, letting my fingers slide under the lace of her almost nonexistent thong. Our bodies mold together instantly like two pieces of a puzzle.

“Goddamn you, why do you have to feel so good?” she asks and I chuckle.

I pull her across the room and sit down on the sofa before her, waiting for her to come to me, unbuckling my jeans as I go.

I can see the debate in her eyes, her want to come to me and her fight. She wants me just as badly as I want her and she doesn’t understand it any better than I do.

I pull my cock out and start stroking it in front of her, enticing her. Her emerald eyes turn to saucers and she bites her lower lip.

That’s right, baby, you want it, you know you fucking do.

“Fuck you, Nash, thinking I can’t resist you,” CeCe says, her chest rising heavy with her want.

I smirk back at her.

“That’s exactly what I intend to do.” I continue stroking myself. “Now, I’m gonna need you to be a good girl, Rae. Come here, lift that flimsy little dress up and seat yourself on my cock. Right where you know you belong.”

Breathy pants escape her full pink lips as she stands staring at me for all of one second before lifting her dress up and sliding her thong down over her hips, it slinks to the floor and she kicks it away as my dick throbs in my own hand, pre-cum leaks at the sight of her.

“You don’t own me, Nash,” she says in the sexiest fucking voice as she moves toward me then straddles me, searching for friction for the aching bud of nerves between her sweet, silky thighs.

I reach down and run my middle finger along her already dripping slit and groan with pleasure.

“No, baby, I don’t own you. You own me. Now, fuck me like you do.”

“Okay but—” She loses her words and moans as I press the crown of my girth against her entrance.

The fire returns to her eyes as her lips meet mine and she sinks the pussy that was made for me down onto my cock in one continuous movement until she’s fully seated on me to the hilt.

My girl is a fucking champ and she takes all of me just as she was born to do.

“We’re not done talking about this,” she breathes out as she rises up.

Static lines my vision. So fucking tight.

My head falls back and I grip her fleshy hips in a bruising hold, moving her back down over me. We both breathe out our respective sounds of desire at the same time. There’s no fighting how this feels. I don’t know who the fuck we think we’re kidding.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, baby,” I say as I continue to fuck her, lifting her slowly off me and sliding her back down, and she lets me.

CeCe gives me all the control as she lets go, the tiniest act of submission that shows me she feels the same way about me as I do her.

Don’t tell her you love her while she’s riding your cock.

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