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“I just wanted to put my towel on,” she whispered.

“Why? Didn’t like me seeing you naked, or you didn’t like how easily your body reacted to seeing me?” He would have the truth. Pushing her a little each time would eventually break the dam.

Her throat worked when she swallowed, and he could see the fight-or-flight tug-of-war building up again.

“Hmm, if you’re not going to answer me, maybe we should put your mouth to better use.”

Her eyes darted to his cock pressing against his boxers. Her pretty pink tongue ran along her lips. He was being an asshole, letting her avoid talking to him by getting his own needs met. She grabbed his boxers and pulled them down, springing his cock free.

He was used to women doing as he said in bed. They wanted his cock, and he’d been willing to give them what they were looking for. But it was different with Melinda.

She aimed to keep him from a conversation, but she needed him to take her. She needed to feel his power in order for her to free herself of her worries. Soon, he’d make her tell him everything, make her give over those worrisome thoughts to him. But for now, he’d give what she needed and what he craved.

Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, drawing his cock to her mouth.

“Fuck, baby. Harder, I want to really feel you.” He laid his hand on her head but didn’t push or pull her.

The moment her tongue touched him, he growled. Fuck she was a sweet thing. Too innocent for the life she’d been raised in, too pure for the life he’d give her, but none of that mattered. She was his, and he wasn’t letting go.

“Suck hard, sweet girl. Suck hard.” He thrust his hips forward when she took his cock into her mouth. Warm and sweet and sensual. Fuck she felt good. So fucking good.

She ran her mouth down the length of him on one side then the other, getting him soaked before stroking him.

“Ah, fuck, sweet girl.” He fisted her hair, but still gave her free motion. He just needed to get closer to her, to have the dynamic wash over both of them.

He thrust forward, hitting her throat. When she tried to move back, he held her firmly. “No, don’t fucking move.” He began gyrating his hips, pulling out to let her breathe then plowing forward.

She gripped his thighs, bracing herself on him as he began to face fuck her. A moan escaped her, creating a vibration over his cock.

“Fuck.” He withdrew all the way out, saliva still attaching them from her lips to the tip of his cock. “Open again. Wide, sweet girl, open wide.”

She swallowed then obeyed without hesitation. Again, he thrust forward, not giving her a moment to adjust. “Swallow, that’s a good girl, swallow my cock down.” He pushed and as her throat relaxed around him, he inched farther down.

Feeling the end barreling down on him, he yanked free. She gasped for air and wiped the spit from her lips. Tears ran down her cheeks, but when her eyes met his, he saw pure arousal burning bright. She didn’t simply like being on her knees sucking his cock, she fucking loved his power, his dominance.

“On the bed,” he ordered and released her hair. She scrambled to obey, not throwing a smart-ass remark or giving him a look of disapproval. Fuck, he loved her this way. Sweet submissive. Compliant. Ready to be fucked and cherished.

He kicked off his boxers and climbed onto the bed, shoving her thighs apart. No preamble given or needed, he thrust his cock straight into her pussy up to the hilt. She cried out with the sudden invasion but bucked up at him. Wanting more?

Fuck, she was perfect.

“Erik,” she panted, arching her hips.

“I know, sweet girl, I know.” He pulled out and flipped her over on her belly. “Stick that ass up for me.” He smacked her still-pink cheeks.

She pushed up to her hands and knees, glancing over her shoulder at him, smoldering and needy. He could see her so clearly in moments like this. When her walls fell down, and she let her real self free.

“Push back at me,” he ordered, sliding the tip of his dick into her warmth.

She thrust her ass toward him, swallowing him whole in one movement. He grabbed her hips. His mind reeled from the power of her submission.

“Erik, don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she urged and bucked at him again. He reached around her, finding the swollen, slick nub. She moaned, the sweetest fucking sound he’d ever heard, and slapped the pillow.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, grinning at her naked form.

“Harder, Erik. Please.” She looked so sweet when she begged him. He flicked her clit, and her eyes rolled up behind her lids.

“You want to come for me, sweet girl?” he asked as he plowed into her again and again. Whatever thoughts he had of tormenting her with delay had flown out the window the moment his cock sank into her.

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