Page 32 of Play Book

“Your pussy will be screaming for mercy by the time I’m done with you.”

“Sounds like fun.”

If I worried dirty talk and being a little dominant would scare her off, it would have been for nothing.

Because, fuck, she really is the woman of my dreams.

“Fuck me until I forget,” she whispers, her voice so soft I almost don’t hear it.

“Forget…”

WHORE.

God dammit.

I slap one of her thighs hard enough to make her eyes pop open.

“Don’t you dare fucking think about that when I’m inside you,” I growl. “You hear me? There is nothing dirty or shameful about what we’re doing. All you think about right now is me. You hear me?”

She nods, but that’s not good enough.

“Say it. Say, ‘yes, Canyon, all I’m allowed to think about is you.’ Fucking say the words.”

She gazes at me, her beautiful eyes filled with a gut-wrenching combination of arousal and pain. “Y-yes…Canyon. All…I’m allowed to think about…is you.”

I snap my hips up and thrust deep, making her gasp.

“That’s right.” I pump my hips a little more. “Again.”

“Canyon…”

I slap the other thigh.

“Yes, Canyon. All I’m allowed to think about… is you.”

I stop moving, and she whimpers.

“Yes, Canyon…all… I’m allowed…” She starts to wiggle again, clenching tightly around me. “…to think about…”

I pinch one of her nipples and she cries out.

“Finish the sentence,” I bark.

“…is you!” She lifts up, and I shove her back down, bottoming out so hard we both grunt.

“That’s right, baby… look at me.” I put my hands on either side of her face. “What are you thinking about right now?”

“You.”

“Damn right you are. Squeeze that tight wet cunt around my cock and let me feel you.”

She does as I ask, and I love that she not only lets me dominate, but also isn’t afraid to tell me what she wants. I’m so deep inside of her I’m afraid it must hurt, but I have no doubt she loves it. When she squeezes me again, even more tightly this time, I grit my teeth to hang on to my soul, because it’s about to leave my body. Being inside of her is almost otherworldly. Her body, the sounds she makes, how tight and warm she is—it’s fucking amazing.

“Canyon… please, can I…” Her voice trails and I reach out, nipping her lower lip.

“Can you what? Ask me for what you want.”

“Please make me come again.”

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