Page 35 of She is the Darke

Oooh, she loved this.

“I don’t like when men tell me what to do,” she said in a sultry voice, playing the game.

“And that’s fine.” He pointed at the door. “Out there. With other men. But with me, if I tell you to do something when I’m about to take care of your body, what do you do?”

“Hmmm,” she said, pretending to think about it as he rubbed his thick cock back and forth against her.

He slid the tip into her by an inch, and eased out—slid in, and eased out. “What do you do in here with me?”

“Mind you?”

“Mmm, good girl. You know what happens to good girls?”

“They get rewarded.”

“They get rewarded,” he rumbled in agreement. “Tell me you want it.”

She didn’t know why, but here with him—on her elbows and knees, back arched, ass in the air for him—she didn’t feel vulnerable at all.

Demi felt powerful instead.

“I want you so bad,” she uttered.

“Fuuuuck,” he gritted out as he slid into her, going deep.

He eased out, and pushed back in. Eased out, and pushed in, faster now. Her tits were bouncing and the tension was buildingin her middle again, and this made no sense. She didn’t even know this position could feel good! But with him, everything felt so intensely satisfying. So bright. So important.

“Tyler? I think I’m going to come again!”

“Yeah you are. I’ve got you,” he ground out. Faster. Deeper.

She was crying out with the pace he set, so loud, and he was gritting out a guttural sound that was so damn sexy to her.

“I want it,” she gasped out as he slammed into her harder.

He gripped her waist hard, and yelled out as he tensed. Inside of her, she could feel the pulsing warmth of his release. Her body imploded again, gripping him hard with her throbbing orgasm.

He bucked into her slower, held deep, and bucked into her again, dragging out her release. When she was sated and the pulsing pleasure had faded away, he eased out of her and laid her on her side. “Don’t move,” he murmured. “Just enjoy the high.”

She loved this.

She loved watching him bring her a blanket and pillow from the couch, and tuck her in. She loved listening to him warming up water in the bathroom, and she loved that he returned with a warm washcloth and took his time cleaning her. She loved that he tugged the hairband out of her messy hair, and brushed flyaway strands out of her face before he kissed her. She liked that he didn’t just leave as soon as possible. He hadn’t used her body, like she’d expected a man like Tyler would. He was worshipping her instead.

“My legs are shaking,” she admitted as he laid down beside her.

He didn’t carry her to the couch, or move her, or break the moment. He was letting her recover just where he’d fucked her. She would always remember this particular spot in the kitchen now, and that countertop over there where he’d eaten her out. She’d never done that with anyone before. Perhaps tomorrowshe would overthink it and convince herself to be embarrassed, but tonight, she felt like a goddess.

He was propped up on his elbow, laying on his side, stroking a piece of hair at her temple as he studied her face. “I really was trying to stay off you.”

She gripped his wrist and drew it to her lips, laid a light kiss there, and released him to continue stroking her hair. Felt so good. Relaxing. Comforting. “Are you going to freak out in the morning?” she asked.

“Maybe,” he admitted. “You?”

“Maybe.” She liked that they could at least be honest with each other.

“Well, then we better enjoy the moment tonight.”

She snuggled closer to him and pressed her forehead against his chest. His heartbeat was so strong and steady. “You have always scared me.”

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