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It’s impossible to deny that wish, not now that she’s sitting on top of me bare naked, her tits right before my face, her nipples hard and her pussy so hot and wet that I can feel it through the thick fabric of my suit pants.

And she’s mine now. I can do whatever the fuck I want with her.

Whatever. The. Fuck. I. Want.

“Arms behind your back,” I order. “And leave them there.”

She obeys immediately, but not without casting me a look of worry. She still thinks I might stop at any moment. She still thinks she’s not worthy of being here.

But I will rectify that situation.

A gasp escapes her lips when I fondle between her legs, the back of my hand caressing her wet center as I unzip my pants.

Chapter 26

Alena

I had no idea how much I needed this. How much I needed someone to know that dark secret about me and still look at me like he does. There’s lust in his gaze, pure need and desire like I’ve never seen before—but there’s also tender affection.

If I didn’t know any better, I would think that this man actually likes me, that he actually sees me for who I am, and he’s neither afraid nor appalled by that person.

Of course, that’s bullshit. He doesn’t know me. He can’t know me.

But he doeswantme.

I could feel his massive erection growing beneath me while we were engaged in our deep kiss, the damn fabric still between us even though I wanted nothing more than to feel him deep inside me. And now it looks like I will.

It’s a struggle to balance myself with my hands behind my back, but I manage to lift myself up so he can reach his zipper and finally remove that barrier separating us. I knew he must be big; I could feel it even with all that fabric between us.

Yet when he reveals his rock-hard length before me, I can’t suppress an awed gasp. Shit, he’s not just big. He’s massive.

He doesn’t give me much time to admire his steely size. Grabbing me by the hips, he shifts me forward and places me so that my wet entrance meets the thick head of his cock. I balance on top of him, wavering as I try to follow his order of keeping my hands behind my back at all times. He helps me by placing his hands a bit higher around my waist, stabilizing me, before he pushes me down on himself.

I moan through every inch as he parts my lips like no one ever has before. He’s bigger than any man I’ve ever been with, and more demanding while still driving me to the edge of insanity. I’m so wet for him, so ready to take him that he slides inside me with ease, only kindling my burning need for him even more.

I want to move on top of him. I want to move my hips, circle around him and take him in even more, impossibly deeper. I want to feel more of him, despite the fact that his size is already stretching me to the limit.

I want him to move, too. I want us to dance, just like he promised we would.

And I want to come. I want tobe allowedto come.

I can’t come without permission, that much is clear. But I neither want to ask for it nor assume that he will grant it, or be crazy enough to just take it. He has become impatient with me before, and the last thing I want to do is make him deny me an orgasm again.

He won’t do that, will he? He will let me come this time, right?

My eyes find his, the question written in them, but I don’t dare give voice to it. Instead I send a silent plea, rotating my hips only slightly, which he answers by placing a tighter grip around my middle. At first I think he does it to keep me in place, but I soon realize that he’s not trying to stop me, but instead is urging me to go on. He moves with me, not against me.

“My good little slut,” he whispers, his black eyes narrowing as they pierce through me. “Take what you need. I’ll allow it. Show me how you can get off on my cock.”

I throw him a suspicious look, unsure whether he’s serious or if this is a test of some kind. Then I remember: he doesn’t play games like that. He doesn’t give his puppets orders he doesn’t really want them to follow.

I intensify the rotations, alternating the angle in which his cock pushes against my inner walls, tasting him, claiming him in a way I never thought he’d allow me to. But all the while, I keep my hands behind my back, despite the urge to touch my clit and make myself come.

“That’s enough,” he hisses, abruptly ending my reign by digging his fingers deep into my flesh and forcing me to move up. “Fuck me, doll. Ride your master.”

I groan in response and follow his guidance when he lifts me up from his cock, just to slam me down right before his tip leaves my core. The sensation is overwhelming, a hot blend of bliss and pain, culminating in a sizzling strike each time my clit meets his pelvis as he buries himself deep inside me.

“Fuck it,” he hisses under labored breaths, before he grabs my ass with both hands and jumps up from the sofa, perfectly cradling me as he takes me with him, his cock still at home inside me.

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