Page 23 of Crave Me

Yup. I’d say that did it. Pretty princess doesn’t have anything to say to that.

“Wh-what did you just say to me?”

“I don’t like repeating myself, princess.”

“You can’t talk to me like that, Dallas. What is wrong with you?”

“Don’t act like the thought of my thick cock in your mouth doesn’t turn you on. You can’t hide from me; I see right through you. Doeshetalk to you like this?”

“Fuck yo?—”

“Get on your knees, Blaire.”

She lets loose a quick gasp as her mouth falls open and her eyes narrow into slits.

“Don’t make me say it again.”

I wait for her to call my bluff. I want the upper hand on this one. There’s no way she’ll kneel for me, and any moment now she’s going to run right out my office door in outrage and right into Cole’s pathetic arms. But he’d never give her what she truly needs. She needs someone to put her ass in its place while taking control and taking care of her.

I cock my head to the side as her deep blue eyes dart back and forth between my own, searching for something she won’t find. I’ve never noticed just how pretty they are, such a unique dark blue that they could almost be purple. Her cheeks are dusted with freckles, and as my eyes trace over them, her tongue peeks out between her luscious lips and swipes slowly across to wet them. My cock thickens further in my pants to the point of pain.

She meets my eyes just as her hand comes up and rests flat on my chest. I expect her to shove me away before spinning and storming out, but she pushes gently and I take a single step back, allowing just a foot of space between us. She’s finally not running her mouth and I should be basking in the silence, but instead, I’m anticipating her next move, my heartbeat ringing in my ears.

She’s just as calculated as I am and I wish I could prepare myself, but she’s so damn unpredictable that I can’t do anything but challenge her and wait. I’m not running from her this time. If she doesn’t want this, then the door is right there.

“Run along, Blaire, or get on your knees and suck my cock like a good girl.”

Her eyes narrow as her hands move to her thighs. She holds my gaze, her eyes drugged and crazed, like she has never been spoken to like this before and had no idea that she needed it. I watch her movement, the dress tight around her body as she pinches the fabric between her fingers, inching it up, exposing her knees and the top of her thighs. I maintain my composure, not willing to let her see how she affects me. When she moves her hands to place them on my hips, my eyes dart back to hers. She’s unreadable as she slowly kneels to the floor, dragging her hands down my thighs to steady herself.

Fucking she-devil thinks she’s calling my bluff. She thinks I’ll run out on her like all the other times. Not a damn chance. You want to play, Blaire? Let’s play.

“Fuck, look how pretty you are on your knees.”

She fuckinghumsin response and my dick jerks. Fuck, does this strong-as-hell woman melt for praise? She’s going to be the death of me, a fate I’ll happily accept if it means I get to feel her like this. If it means I can finally give in and take control of this strong, fiery woman. I run my hand across her soft cheek until my fingers rest under her chin. Tilting her head back to look atme, I can’t see an ounce of hesitation on her face. There’s only lust, passion, and eagerness.

“You want my cock, princess? Show me. Take it out.” I rub my hands through her wild red hair, loving the soft feel of it, and nudge her closer, waiting for the moment she stands and leaves. There’s no way she’ll see this through. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I’m keenly aware that I took this too far the moment I told her to get on her knees in my office. She’d be within her rights to report me to my brother, HR, and press charges. But I know she wants this just as badly as I do. The tension between us is too taut, it was bound to break.

Her hands are steady as they move to my belt buckle, pulling the strap out before unfastening it. She flicks the button open on my dress pants before meeting my eyes again.

“This is what you want?” she asks, all confident and composed, but below that, she seems eager, willing, excited. Fuck, what I want is to rattle the shit out of this woman. Since the first moment I met her, I’ve been torn between wanting to shake the shit out of her or fuck her brains out, and right now, given the steel rod pressing painfully against the zipper of my pants, I want to fuck her until she’s a whimpering mess, even if I can’t stand her.

“I don’t want to hear your mouth, Blaire, I want to see it work around my dick.”

She moans slightly as she slides my zipper down and pushes my pants down over my hips. The outline of my cock is on full display against the thin fabric of my black briefs. I’m harder than I’ve ever been, and she hasn’t even touched me yet. I hate that my body responds to her this way.

There’s a fine line between hate and desire, and fuck if my dick isn’t confused. Her hands rub up my thighs, squeezing and massaging as she goes. I watch as her soft fingers dip into the elastic waist of my briefs and begin to pull them down. The tipof my cock is freed before her breathing hitches and picks up a steady, deep rhythm. She only hesitates for a split second before pushing them down to meet my pants at my ankles.

Now it’s my breathing that picks up. I can’t believe she let it get this far. Her face transforms—her plump pink bottom lip is pulled between her teeth, her fair skin flushed from her freckle-dusted cheeks down to the top of her busty chest, as she takes in my cock for the first time. If I thought her face was red before, it’s nothing compared to her complexion right now. I fuckingloveher reaction and it shocks the hell out of me. The energy around us crackles like a live wire as she looks me over—thick, long, and veiny, pointing straight up to my navel. But I know it’s not the size that has her eyes huge and her mouth slightly ajar.

“Dallas . . .” she says on a rushed breath.

“It’s a Jacob’s ladder, I take it you’ve never seen a pierced cock?”

Her eyes snap up to mine, looking at me like I’m the biggest dumbass that ever walked the earth. “Do you think I’m stupid? I know what it is, asshole.”

She reaches out hesitantly and slightly clinically before grasping my thick length, her fingers not able to close completely around it, and it jerks in her hand, happy to finally be touched by the only woman it craves. She runs her hand from my base up to the tip, squeezing and twisting as she goes, her palm hitting each of the barbells. The groan that works itself loose from my chest is deep and long.

“You like that?”

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