Page 62 of Command and Control: GHOST Operative

“Tell me I can fuck you any way I want.”

I know exactly what he wants and I’m more thanhappy to give it to him. I want Vincent in a way I’ve never wanted anyone. Desperately. Completely. Obsessively. I want to feel him everywhere. I want him to own every part of me. I want him to fill every part of me. Knowing he wants the same thing only feeds the need driving me to desperation.

“You can fuck me any way you want.” I grunt as he shoves into me again. “Any time you want.” Another hard slam of his body into mine. “Anywhere you want.”

I expect him to be satisfied with my answer. Pleased that I’m giving him what he wants.

But his voice is deeper than I expect, his tone darker than I’ve ever heard, when he says, “I know.”

He releases me, shoving my face back down to the blankets. His dick slams into me again as pressure builds in my ass. The plug pops free but his thumbs rest on either side, keeping me open. The hard line of his cock slides out of my pussy and then it’s there, pressing against my slick hole.

“You’re gonna take every inch of me, Jules, understand?” He presses deeper, working past the tight ring of muscle. “And when you do, I’ll put your best friend here in that greedy cunt of yours and let you come while I fill your ass.”

I swear I can count the smooth roll of each of the studs lining his dick as he works it inside me, the slippery slide of the lube easing his way. I saw textured plugs when I was shopping, but decided against it. Now I’m kicking myself for it. The sensation isn’t nearly as obvious as I expected, but it almost adds a little jolt of pleasure each time one slips through.

“I wish you could see how good you’re taking me,Jules.” Vincent’s voice is tight and rough as he continues pressing deeper. The cap of the lube flips open again and a dribble of it hits my skin, sliding right down to where he’s slowly invading my body. “It’s fucking beautiful.”

If I wasn’t currently dying from over stimulation, I’d be soaking up the reverence in his words. Basking in the glow of finally being wanted and desired the way I’ve waited for. But all I can think about is my impending orgasm. How good it’s going to feel when it finally happens.

When Vincent’s hips bump my ass, I gasp. Not because of how full I feel, but because I know what’s coming. And I’m so ready for it I’m panting like a freaking dog.

“So fucking perfect.” Vincent goes still inside me, his palms working the flesh of my ass. “I knew you would be perfect for me.”

No one’s ever called me that before. Hell, my ex treated me like I wasn’t even close to good enough for most of our marriage. Hearing Vincent say I’m perfect—not just once, but twice—amplifies the sensations overwhelming my body.

And then I hear the sound of my vibrator kicking back on and forget about perfection. I cry out as his hand reaches between my legs to slip it in place.

I think I might die. It’s too much. More than I can stand. The press of the thicker end against my G-spot and the vibration against my clit, coupled with the drag of his slick cock as he slowly fucks me, is going to be the last experience I have here on earth. And I’ll die happy.

But not until I come. Then I can die.

I was already so close I expected it to happen right away, but it’s almost like my body doesn’t know what tofocus on. There’s too many good things happening and it’s too much to get where I want to go.

But then Vincent’s low voice turns to a growl as he blankets my back, lips moving against my ear as his thick cock continues shuttling in and out of my ass. “It’s time, Jules. Time to give me what I want.” His hand reaches between my thighs, putting pressure on the vibrator wedged inside me. “Time to come with my cock in your ass.”

His ragged words shoot straight to where his hand presses against me, amplifying the sensations happening there as his dick twitches. He’s going to come in my ass and I’m desperate for it. Desperate to have him fill every part of me.

I rock back against him, chasing his orgasm as much as mine.

Vincent snarls against my skin, his weight leaving my back a second before my upper half is hauled up, one hand at my throat, the other on the chain between my tits. The thrusting of his hips is a little less coordinated as he continues taking the part of me no one else has ever had. “You just can’t stop yourself from testing me, can you, Jules?” He pulls the vibrator free, tossing it to the bed before his hand comes back, fingers sinking into me. “Can’t stop yourself from trying to make me lose control.” He works my body with an expert touch, the solid movement of his skilled fingers so much better than the electric buzz confusing my nerve endings. “I’ll tell you a secret.” His next thrust is a little harder, making the cheeks of my ass bounce and dragging his dick against something toe curling inside me. “I don’t have any fucking control when it comes to you.”

Obviously I don’t either, because the next slide of his fingers sends me into an all-consuming orgasm, my pussy and ass squeezing around his probing fingers and cock.

Vincent’s movements hitch, his grip at my throat tightening as his dick jerks inside me. He grunts against my ear, the hand between my thighs gripping tight. “You feel that, Jules? You feel my cum filling your ass?”

“Yes.” I do. It’s hot and slick and makes the glide of his thrusts even more slippery than they were.

“Tell me you love it. Tell me you love my cock in your ass.” He’s still thrusting, though the movement is a little slower now.

“I love it,” I confess happily, the ultra-wet glide of his dick and the press of his palm bringing me halfway to another orgasm. “Don’t stop.”

Vincent groans. “Such a good, greedy girl.”

His fingers stroke against my clit and I’m gone, coming so hard I can barely breathe. Barely see.

I’m so wrecked I don’t notice he’s eased me back to the bed until his cock slips from my ass, a warm stream of his cum following behind it.

Fucking hell. I think I might have bitten off more than I can chew with this man. The realization has me smiling.

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