Page 87 of Forever Mr Black

“Good, because I’ve not started yet.”

He swears under his breath, but as I lower myself down between his legs, he shuts up. I hold the base of his erection and slide him all the way into my mouth. He’s tight and hard, and he groans again, closing his eyes, as if the sight of me doing this is toomuch for him to take. I slide him out once and then take him deeper, swirling my tongue around his shaft and feeling him stiffen even more.

“Don’t. Fucking. Stop.” The three words escape his mouth in a choked cry.

Even now, he’s still trying to call the shots. He’s not giving up the control that easily.

He needs to be taught a lesson and reminded who’s in control.

I crawl up his body and straddle his chest. “You need to calm down a little.”

He looks at me through heavy-lidded eyes. “Ride me.”

A smile curls at the edges of my lips. He just can’t help himself.

I rest my hands on the pillow on either side of his head and lean forward, placing my lips millimetres from his. “I decide how I fuck you. I decide how you come.”

He growls in protest and plants his lips on mine, kissing me hungrily, punishingly, trying to take back the little control he’s got. I pull away, breathless.

I’m going to even things up. If he wants hard and deep, I’ll give him slow and gentle.

I trace my lips across the scruff of his jaw and dart my tongue across his bottom lip, causing him to moan and tip his head back into the pillow, giving me access to his neck. I cover his throat with delicate kisses, feeling his Adam’s apple bob beneath my lips as he swallows hard. And my core throbs with the knowledge that I like it. I work my way down his body, my lips guiding the way, clamping around his nipple and sucking him, tasting his clean, showered skin. I feel triumphant as I hear a hiss of protest leave his lips, but he doesn’t have a chance to recover. I score a line with my tongue all the way down the centre of his abs to his belly button and feel him tense in anticipation. I lower my eyes to his erection and the small pool of his release that’s gathered on his stomach.

He lifts his head off the pillow, a crease in his brow as he watches me, panting … waiting. Waiting for me to go down on him.

So, I don’t.

Keeping my eyes locked on his, I lick the pre-cum from his stomach. His head falls back into the pillow with a thud, and his eyes snap shut.

“I can’t watch this,” he moans, throwing his free hand across his face.

The ball of warmth in my centre builds at his relinquished control.

I move back up his body and straddle his waist, lowering myself down and resting my hands either side of his head. I pull his hand away from his face, and he looks at me.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

Fire blazes in his eyes. “So much,” he rasps.

I shift back ever so slightly, feeling the tip of his cock press against my entrance.

“You like this, don’t you? Me being in control.”

He runs his tongue across his bottom lip but doesn’t reply.

I glance at his free arm and realise he’s playing the game. “All this time, you could have touched me, but you haven’t. Because you love it.”

“Less talking, more fucking.”

He needs to give it up. I’m going to show him who’s in charge once and for all.

I sink down onto his erection and watch his eyes roll back in his head as he lets out a contented sigh. My muscles hold his twitching cock inside me as they stretch and adjust to all of him. I close my eyes and stave off every quivering, tensing muscle that’s telling me to ride him. Because the feel of us together like this is sensational. We’re a perfect fit. Made for one another.

“Ride me.”

Focus, Sophie.

I move, so he’s no longer inside me.

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