Page 49 of Tenure

“Hey,” I say gently, wrapping my hand around her cheek and ear and pushing her up so we’re forehead to forehead. Her eyes are huge, her face exposed, pleasure and pain scrawled all over it. I kiss her soft and sweet. “I’m sorry for this,” I whisper.

And then I pull her hips down hard, shoving my cock into her to the hilt.

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Kiernan

I cry out but he kisses me, shutting me up.

I’m too full, stretched open and aching, and I want to punch him a little bit. I’d thought he was going to be sweet. I’d thought when he pressed his forehead to mine he was going to saytake your time, baby.But no. He’d clearly used hissweet quotafor the day already. He’d lost his patience and forced his way into me, and now I’m fighting the orgasm that’s building without either of us even movingpurely out of spite.

He’s so fucking deep I can barely stand it, his grip biting into my skin, his eyes squeezed shut like he’s trying to concentrate.

I shift my weight, sitting back onto my heels a little more, my drenched pussy gliding up his shaft and then sliding back down, and he groans so loudly I almost come.

I do it again, sliding backward and forward, his cock pushing and pulling at my insides as he raises his hips impatiently.

I grab the back of his hair and yank his head back, exposing his throat and scraping my teeth against his skin.

“Fuck you, James,” I say, and then I bite him.

He barks out a yell but doesn’t stop me as I trace the teeth marks with my tongue at the same time as I start to move up and down, involuntary moans warbling their way out of my throat at the sight of his head held back.

I know he could easily pick me up and flip me over. I know he could wrench my wrist away from his head in a heartbeat. So, the fact that he’s letting me take charge, that he’s letting me have him like this, is somehow even hotter. It feels like his apology for losing his cool. I grip his hair tighter and yank his head even farther back, and his eyes darken as he guides my hips with his hands, urging me to speed up.

I swat his hands away and to my surprise he complies. I swivel my hips, getting used to the stretching and starting to relax into it, starting to enjoy it a little even though it stings.

His hands drift to my hips again, clearly used to being in charge and feeling impatient. Instead of swatting him away, I take my free hand and wrap it around his throat—hard—squeezing just like he did, my nails digging into his skin.

“No,” I say.

His face goes black with anger, but I can see it—the edge of something desperate in his eyes. I squeeze a little harder. His hips push upwards, trying to get more friction, but I keep squeezing, leaning into it, his cheeks starting to go pink.

Let me be in charge. Let me REALLY be in charge . . .

I feel it, the minute he surrenders, his hips settling and his hands dropping to his sides, palms down on the cushions.

I loosen my grip and expect him to take advantage, to grab me and flip me over and fuck me sideways, but he stays still, quiet, patient, waiting for me to do my thing.

I lean forward and kiss him sweetly, shocked to shit that he’s giving me this gift.Take advantage now, Kiernan, you know it won’t last.

I close my eyes and tip my head back, riding him at my own pace, swiveling my hips and testing all the angles of our bodies until I find the ones that work best for me.

As I start to speed up, I open my eyes again and he’s staring at me with the kind of burning intensity that could melt stone.

“This is for me,” I say, continuing to speed up, this angle hitting something inside of me that is making my entire body quiver. I sound breathless, desperate, pistoning myself onto him as hard and fast as I can.Fuck, fuck, fuck . . .

“This one is all mine,” I groan. “Do you understand?”

He nods, his mouth slack as I chase my high, still staring at me like he could set me on fire.

“Say it!” I moan.

He turns to face me again, madder than I’ve EVER seen him.

“I understand,” he spits out.

And I come.

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