Page 26 of Hooked

She didn’t hesitate to comply with this order, lowering her mouth to his as her fingers sank into his thick, silky hair. When their lips touched, their passions ignited like a match to tinder. Tongues entwined, hands and fingers explored while hips thrust and ground together. It didn’t go on long.

In a raspy voice, Joseph ordered, “Raise up. I need to have you now.” Sheathed in latex the next instant, he drove upward as he pulled her down, embedding himself deeply and fully. With a cheek in each hand, he ordered, “Ride me, pet.”

Her head fell back as she moved over him. Testing the position at first, she eased up and slid back down. His fingers curling into her ass cheeks urged her faster. With his hands as a guide, she picked up the pace, quickly falling into a rhythm.

“That’s it,” his deep voice hummed in approval. “Fuck yourself with your master’s cock.”

Like a dual-action piston in a well-oiled machine, they rode each other hard, her body plunging to meet his upward thrusts as they slammed together in a rough, greedy fuck. There was no better way to describe it.

Two days’ worth of sexual frustration made Livia’s control razor thin. When his hot mouth latched onto a nipple and drew on it fiercely, it was all she could take. Her release, coming after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, emanated from way down in her toes, surging upward until her breathless, ecstatic cries filled the room.

As if waiting for her cue, Joseph’s arms tightened, and he flipped her onto her back. Rising over her, he pushed her knees to her chest and came into her harder, driving profoundly deep until he, too, exploded in release. Unlike her airy moans, he came with rough, animalistic groans of satisfaction.

In the aftermath, they cuddled close, Joseph having rolled them to their sides to keep from crushing her. Neither spoke until their bodies eased back to normal from their heightened state.

“Joseph, um...sir, I mean, master?”

He laughed, kissing the tip of her nose. “Joseph is fine now.”

“Were you testing me by making me crawl to you?”

“I may have been pushing a bit. Mostly, I wanted to watch your breasts and round ass swaying from side to side while you slinked across the floor. As expected, it was supremely enjoyable.”

“How could you see my bottom when you were in front of me?”

He glanced over her shoulder and grinned. “There are at least fifty mirrors on the wall behind you, Livia.”

She twisted her head. Her eyes fell on the one-of-a-kind bronze wall sculpture, which was a collection of small mirrors in various shapes and sizes that the artist had rendered in the form of a fish. It had hung there for the entire three years she’d worked for him.

“Great, just what I’ve always wanted, my big butt reflected in all its glory on a priceless piece of wall art.”

A broad hand landed on her upraised cheek with a resounding smack. Then he grabbed her still tender behind in his broad hands and squeezed, pulling her hips into his.

“This ass is a priceless work of art, and I won’t have you denigrating it. That monstrosity”—he jerked his chin toward the fish on the wall—“along with its ridiculous price tag, has always annoyed me.”

He studied the piece as he massaged and separated the globes. It took a moment for her to realize he was watching the reflection of his hands working her ass. A rush of heat bathed her cheeks, both upper and lower.

“Now that I look at it in depth, taking in all the subtle shapes, curves, colors, and nuances, I have to admit”—he nudged forward, the hard length of him unmistakable—“it’s growing on me.”

His eyes dipped to her face. What he found there, which she knew could only be a five-alarm blaze of fiery-cheeked embarrassment, made him grin.

“Still shy even after all I’ve done to you?” He swatted her behind, playfully light this time. “Get up. I’m taking you home to work on that bashfulness.”

While she straightened her hopelessly wrinkled blouse and linen skirt, she felt his eyes on her. Looking up, she caught him with a tender look. Then he winked, something she never expected.

As her mouth gaped open—a response happening more and more around him lately—he laughed.

“Enjoy being clothed while you can, pet. Once I have you naked under my roof, I’m keeping you that way.”

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