Page 47 of Stealing Home

“Do you need more, Low? I’ll give you anything you need, but you have to ask for it.”

The words feel weird in my mouth, but I’m desperate to come again. “Please, Scott, give me more.”

“Uh-uh, darling. Be specific.” His stroking slows down. It’s enough to keep me on the edge, but not enough to send me over. It’s almost embarrassing how easily he works my body.

Scott stretches out next to me and watches his hand work my pussy with rapture. He leans close to my ear and whispers, “Let me hear what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“I want you to fuck me with your fingers, hard,” I pant.

“Like this?” He thrusts his hand hard driving his fingers into me over and over. The heel of his palm presses against my clit. “Do you like it hard, baby? Is this what you think of when you dream about me?”

“Yes,” I moan.

“Mmm, I can’t wait to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock. The way you’re squeezing my fingers is making me hard.”

Sex with Nando was never more than pleasant and most often not even that. He’s selfish in general and that doesn’t change in bed. I think that’s why he likes younger women, because they don’t know their body well enough to know they’re getting mediocre sex.

Needless to say, I’m starving for more. “Please, Scott. I want you. All of you.”

He ignores my pleas and moves back down my body. Once he’s positioned between my legs again he guides them over his shoulders. His tongue replaces his fingers, and I can’t stop myself from grinding down on his face. He hums in approval, and I let myself feel everything as he greedily eats me out.

The waves of pleasure wash over me, and I feel like I’ll never resurface again. My world shrinks to this one room, this bed, and him. In this moment, I can’t imagine not being with him. There aren’t any thoughts in my head. My doubts evaporate. I’m nothing more than the feelings he brings out of me.

After he’s wrenched another orgasm out of me, I lay boneless. That is until he starts searching through the drawers of my nightstand. Mortification sets in when he pulls out a toy. “What do we have here?” He smirks as he waves my Rabbit around.

My face feels hot, and I know my face and neck are bright red. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not going to fuck you tonight, but I want to watch how well you’ll take my cock when I do.” He pushes the tip against my over sensitive opening.

“You said it’s been a while, and I’m not small. I don’t want to hurt you.” He watches me with an intensity and hunger as he works the toy in and out of me. When he flicks the power button my entire body spasms. Wordless sounds slip past my lips.

“Let me hear you, gorgeous. Show me what you like so when it’s my cock and not this tiny toy I’ll know how to work you when I slide home.”

Scott angles the toy and works it against my G-spot and clit at the same time. I open my mouth to scream, but I’m way past the ability to form words or sounds.

“That’s it, Low, come for me again.”

I shake my head back and forth. “It’s too much. I can’t.”

He thrusts the toy faster and harder. My body scoots up the bed with the force and the headboard bangs against the wall. My entire being trembles with excruciating pleasure. “You can, and you will. I might benice, but that doesn’t mean I won’t demand you give me everything.”

“And you will, won’t you sweetheart? You’ll drop to your knees for me, spread your thighs, bend over, anything I ask. Won’t you?”

I’m so turned on I answer him without thinking. “Yes, anything you want.”

He hums in approval. “I respect you, Low. Don’t forget that, but nice guy or not, I’m still a man. Your man, and I want you to be my everything. I’m going to make love to you, fuck you, and everything in between. And you’ll be my good girl and my dirty slut. Whatever we need we’ll find it in each other. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” I say breathlessly.

His hand works the toy roughly, somehow he’s figured out I crave to be fucked hard and fast. Something I’ve never felt comfortable asking for before. Never wanted before now, actually.

“Do as you’re told and come for me. Let me see how this pretty pussy is going to squeeze my cock.” He rubs his erection over his jeans. “Soon you’ll take all of me, but right now I want to watch you fall apart.”

A deep moan rips from my chest as my back arches off the bed. I feel every muscle in my body tighten again as my eyes roll into the back of my head. I shudder as he pulls the toy out of me and drops it on the ground. “Good girl,” he praises me. “You’re stunning when you come. Makes me want to do it again.”

I whimper, and he chuckles. “Relax, I don’t mean right now. You’ve had enough for tonight, I think. Sleep now. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Minutes or hours later I rouse from my orgasm coma. My hands are free, and he’s covered me in a blanket. I roll toward him and snuggle against his chest. His arms wrap around me, and I feel safe and cared for.

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