Page 112 of Take It Offline

As she tilts to one side, searching, I drag my hands along her thighs, skin to skin, needing to touch her.

“Interesting collection of items you have here,” she says, with a mix of desire and humor.

With one hand on her hip to hold her steady, I lever myself up on the opposite elbow to see what’s got her attention.

In her hand is a condom and a rabbit vibrator. Still stowed in the drawer: additional condoms, a variety of clit vibrators, cuffs, cock ring, a cage. What can I say? I like to be prepared for anything.

I squeeze her hip, relishing the way my fingers sink into her flesh. “Hatching a plan?”

She drops the toy back into the drawer with a smile and rips open the packet. “Maybe. It’s nice to keep a backup nearby. Unless you’re scared of a little competition…”

Her eyes are sparkling, her smile the cheekiest I’ve ever seen it.

It’s almost impossible to keep my hips from fucking into her hand as she rolls the condom on. Her grip is tight, just shy of painful, and very much on purpose.

I pull her down to kiss her, again and again. I can’t stop. “Say the word, and I’ll fuck you however you want. But I think you want my cock too much to need anything else right now.”

She moves easily as I grind her hips down on me, coating my cock in her wetness, her head thrown back. Every exhale shereleases is a whimper, and she writhes freely, wild and loose and so fucking beautiful I lose my breath.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” I ask, voice thick and rough with need for this woman.

“Yes,” she breathes.

I move my hands up, thumbs on the inside of her thighs, pulling a gasp from her when I reach her pussy. She’s already so wet, and I coat my fingers, teasing her clit. “What was that?”

There’s fire in her eyes when she opens them. She grabs my hands, forces them back down. “Hands to yourself. I’ll tell you when it’s your turn.”

I smile up at her.

“Can’t help it; you feel too good.” It’s true, but what I really like is how her eyes flare bright and hot, the way they always do when I challenge her. When she wants to teach me a lesson. “I’ve gotten a taste for your sin, and now I’m addicted. Your pussy misses me too. It’s practically sobbing.” I lick my lips. “Let me help with that.”

Sure enough, her hand finds its way to my throat, pressing just enough to show me who’s boss.

“Do I need to remind you to be good?” she asks.

If I say no, she’ll back off. But that’s the last thing I want. I want—no, I need—her closer.

“I thought you’d never ask.” I tilt my head back, baring my neck to her, pressing my hips up. We both groan. “You want to control me, sweetheart? Use my cock as your own personal toy? Go right ahead. Take what you need.”

I’m big. It’s a fact more than a boast.

And despite what the media says, not every woman is a fan.

But she takes me beautifully, sinking down slowly. The bite of her nails as they dig into my shoulders is the perfect distraction from how fucking good she feels. How hot and wet and mine she is.

Emma looks down from where she’s seated above me, riding me at a torturously slow pace. “Charlie,” she whimpers. “Fuck, you feel… amazing. I can’t believe we waited this long. I don’t ever want to stop.”

“Then don’t.” Shit. My heart pounds against my chest. “Keep going. Do you have any, oh, any fucking idea how incredible you look right now?”

“I could say the same thing about you. Do you know how many times I’ve made myself come thinking about this?”

I growl, throwing my head back against the pillow. Fuck. This queen, thisgoddess, could demand anything she wants, and I’d give it to her. Rip my very soul from its roots and set it at her feet.

Anything to see her like this.

“I kept thinking about your cock,” she continues. Her chest heaves, her breaths coming short and fast. “Imagining you at work, the way you sit in your chair, legs wide. Thinking about what it would be like if I climbed on top of you right there in the office. If I pulled you out and made you come all over your nice, clean suit.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

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