Page 6 of Tamed By You

Our lips never part as he carries me to the bed, throwing me down like I’m weightless before his body comes down on top of me. He continues to kiss me, moving down my neck, his hot mouth searing into my skin. His hand drifts under my back, reaching for the clasp of my bra, and I freeze, my body tensing instantly.

“Nuh-uh, bra stays.” Reaching up, I weave my fingers into his dark hair, and tug hard, distracting him, earning a moan from him as his lips seal over my mouth, earning him a soft moan that works its way up my throat. It’s slow and deep, and unexpected. I don’t really kiss, I’m more about the action, get the deed done and be gone, but he, God, he knows how to kiss. His tongue dancing with mine is stirring up something new inside of me. I’ve never experienced that toe-curling, belly-fluttering kiss but Jesus I think this might be the one.

His calloused hand slides down my stomach, dipping inside my panties and landing on my clit. His expert thumb rubs insmall circles. “Yessss,” I hiss, my back arching off the bed, my body already trembling under his touch.

Most men fumble around a woman’s body, but not him. He knew where he was going and hit the spot, which both pleases and annoys me because it will only inflate his ego seeing me respond to him like this. He inserts a finger inside me, my slickness and my evident need for him making it easy to take.

“Oh, you are ready for me, aren't you?” he teases, pushing another finger inside me, working his fingers in and out at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Fuck, you keep doing that and I’m gonna…”

“You're gonna what?” he asks, his pace becoming even slower, teetering me on the edge. My orgasm is right fucking there.

Fucker wants to play games? Fine.

I lean up on my elbows, his fingers still inside me. I don't do this; I don’t fold easily. He wants to toy with me, mess with my head and I can’t, no I won't allow him to. This is a one and done thing. He’s here to scratch an itch.

“Either fuck me and get me off or watch me do it myself,” I pant, on the edge of losing my sanity as his fingers continue to keep me hovering on the brink of my release.

Shit, it feels so good though.

“What's the rush, baby?” he mocks. “We’ve got all night, and from the feel of you, you’re enjoying this as much as I am.” I wince as he removes his fingers, brings them to his mouth, and sucks so hard, I feel it in my clit.

Holy shit.

“Mmmm, yeah, I’d say you were enjoying it. So fucking sweet. Now, lay back and let me work my magic.”

Like a fool, I do, going against everything I usually allow. I lay back and part my legs further. He reaches for the hem of my lace panties, and I lift my hips for him to pull them down, but instead, he tears them off my body in one effortless move.

I gasp, but don't have a second to react. He slides his fingers back inside me, his thumb on my clit, but this time he quickens the pace. The sounds of my arousal and heavy breathing fills the room as he works me, bringing me to climax.

My core tightens in that familiar way where I know I’m about to come. But this, this is so much more. I grip the back of his neck, needing something to steady myself. “Come for me, baby,” he commands and like the submissive I didn't know I was, I do as I’m told. My pussy clutches his fingers in a vice-like grip as I ride the wave to the finish line, lost in a sea of pleasure.

As I’m still coming down, he slips his fingers out, giving me a moment to catch my breath. I melt into the mattress feeling utterly spent, body tingling. He gets off the bed, reaching into his pocket for a foil packet and holding it between his teeth. With one hand, he unbuttons his suit pants, his sculpted abs on full display as he tugs everything down along with his boxers, letting his thick length spring free.

“Holy shit, that’s a pretty dick,” I pant, chest heaving.

“He loves a compliment.”

I swallow hard as I watch him, rip open the foil packet with his teeth, taking out the condom, and rolling it over his impressive length.

I roll over, getting on my hands and knees, knowing exactly how I want it. I'm not ashamed to say what I want in the bedroom. I like to feel in control.

“That’s how you want it, huh?”

I nod, wiggling my ass.

He climbs on the bed behind me, pressing his cock against my entrance, and I have to stop myself from pushing back to feel more of him.

“Damn, baby, you look good like this.” His voice is low and gravelly giving my belly flutters and sending shivers up my spine as he smooths a large hand over my ass and lower back.

“Oh, god,” I pant. “Just fuck me.” My tone comes out a little more pleading than I intended.

Keep it together Alice.But it’s hard because I don’t think I have ever craved someone’s touch the way I am craving his right now.

“What was that? I didn't quite hear you,” he teases.

“I said fuck me,” I shout louder now because I need this more than my next breath. His fingers find my clit again, picking up speed and I back up onto him, rotating my hips, rubbing against his cock, needing more friction.What am I doing? I don’t beg. I’m not this girl.

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