Page 60 of Just Between Us

“You work too hard,” I said.

“Talk to your brother. That guy never quits.” As I lotioned her hips, she shifted backward.

My cock stirred as I grabbed a handful of her cheeks and squeezed. “Want me to kick his ass?”

A soft chuckle bubbled out of her. “Nah, he’s okay. I mean, he’s kind of a dick, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

When I reached her calves, I was on my knees in front of her. Her eyes blazed as she looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. “Now this is a change.”

I smirked, knowing she was taking full advantage of the role reversal. “Just because I’m on my knees doesn’t mean I’m not in control.”

Her skin flushed as my hand moved up her inner thigh. I may have lived out a fantasy by slipping my cock between her tits, but I was far from done with her.

My eyes locked on hers, and I slid my hand between her legs. Her sharp intake of breath hitched as I ran my finger through her wetness.

I teased her opening and she gripped my shoulders, whimpering.

“So needy ...” I chuckled and my cock went rock hard. “You asked me earlier if I was going to fuck you. Is that what you want, Veda?”

“Yes, sir.” She licked her lips. “Please ...”

My jaw flexed to bite back a satisfied smile. Every cell in my body screamed for her. I wanted her in every way imaginable. I wanted nothing more than to give her everything she needed until she was wrung out and sated.

I stood, slipping my finger from her pussy and sucking it into my mouth. Possessiveness filled my chest, and I bent to toss her small frame over my shoulder.

A surprised yelp echoed in the bathroom. Her towel unwound from her head into a heap on the floor.

Upside down she wiggled, and I slapped her ass. “Let’s go, Precious.”

Her hands ran down my back, outlining my tattoos with her fingertips. Electricity crackled up my spine at her delicate, playful touch. My blood surged between my legs, ready to take her and connect with her as my own.

In my bedroom I stomped toward the king-size bed and plopped her onto the mattress. She scurried up, her wet hair cascading around her shoulders and shielding her breasts from my view.

One hand reached forward, gripping her thigh just above the knee. I pulled her toward me with one tug, and she collapsed onto her back.

“What’s your favorite position?” she asked, breathless.

A wolf’s grin spread across my face as I looked down at her and climbed onto the bed, between her legs. “Missionary.”

Her brows furrowed and she scoffed. “That’s boring,” she teased.

I spread her legs wider, my dominant urges to claim her bubbling to the surface like a pot about to boil over.

I fingered her tight, wet cunt. “Is it boring that I want to sink my cock into you and watch your tits bounce while I choke you?” Her pussy clenched around my fingers, and I smirked. “That’s what I thought.”

Her breath hitched. “Royal . . .”

I shook my head. “We won’t do anything you’re not ready for.”

She lifted to her elbows, still swaying her hips as my fingers moved in and out of her. She licked her lips. “I want you to tell me what that looks like—if it’s safe.”

I removed my fingers and pinned her with a serious look. “I will always keep you safe, but breath play isn’t something to take lightly.”

“Tell me,” she urged.

I ran my hands up her sides, unable to break our connection. “It’s my hand on your neck. I apply pressure to the sides in a way that restricts blood flow, not air. It heightens the experience for both of us. If it’s ever too much you verbally tell mestopor you tap my side or both and I immediately release pressure.”

Her chest rose and fell as her breath quickened. I could tell she was already running through a thousand scenarios in her mind.

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