Page 7 of Tamed By You

“Ooh, that sounds a lot like begging. I like it. Say it again.”

“Hell will freeze over before I beg you for anything again.” I moan as he pinches my clit.

“Nah, I think you’ll beg for my cock.”

“God, I knew you would be a talker. Just shut up and fuck me,” I hiss. Frustration and desire swirl around my body, making me lose the ability to think clearly. I know what he wants, and he can get fucked if he thinks I’m going to say it… again.

He slides two fingers inside me, working them at a piston’s pace. My orgasm builds quickly, and I rock my hips back and forth taking what I need. That delicious sensation builds, and everything begins to tingle, my core tightens and— He stops. The fucker stops.

“What the fuck?” I shout.

He laughs, the dickhead actually laughs. He’s enjoying this, tormenting me.

“I told you; I’m going to need you to beg,” he purrs. “Come on baby, say those pretty words for me and I’ll let you come.”

I let out a frustrated cry, gripping the sheets with white-knuckle force.Forgive me lord for I am about to do something I swore I would never do.

“Harry, fuck me… Please.”

Chapter Four

Harry

Hearing my name fall from her lips in that sexy moan is my undoing. I’ve craved this woman since the day I met her, and now I get to make every dream I’ve had about her a reality.

“Good girl,” I growl. Tugging her hips towards me. I line up my cock with her entrance and sink into her. I give her just a second to adjust to having me inside her and then I’m moving, giving her ass a slap. She cries out in pleasure, ripping a feral growl from my throat.

She meets me thrust for thrust, her ass grinding against my hips, my balls slapping against her. Sex has never felt this good. Watching her ass bounce on my cock, her back arch, her hair cascading down her toned back, she's every man's wet dream.

“Is that all you’ve got? I thought you were going to fuck me,” she snaps, her words short and breathless.

Is she trying to provoke me?

“Oh, baby, you better hold on to that headboard.”

She stretches out, planting her hand flush against it for support.

I grip her hips for support, as she arches her ass further into the air and I drive into her with such force that we move a few inches up the bed. Her nails dig into the headboard, her pussy gripping my cock so tightly I nearly explode. I pick up the pace, tightening my grip on the back of her neck.

“Come on H you can do better than that, I said fuck me.”

Is she serious right now?

I wrap my hand around her blonde locks, a small whimper falls from her lips as I tug her head back and graze the shell of her ear with my teeth “You want it harder, is that it?” I hiss, my voice dark. Releasing the grip on her hair her head falls forward and I pound into her with a punishing thrust, angling her hips slightly, wanting to find that sweet spot. I know I’ve hit it when she lets out a strangled moan and almost catapults into the headboard.

“Is that what you wanted, huh?” I keep going, beads of sweat trickling down my abdomen as I give her everything I’ve got, until she cries out, screaming as she buries her face into the pillow beneath her.

Her tightening walls tell me she's close and my own release is within my reach as that intense pressure builds in my core. Lifting her head and looking over her shoulder, she grins. “Are you struggling to keep up, baby boy?” Her hooded eyes meet mine as she bites down on her bottom lip.

God, this girl is unreal.

“How about you shut up and just let me fuck you, huh?”

“I would if you were doing it right,” she pants.

I know she's full of shit—she's so wet, the sounds of our bodies coming together echo around the room, and her moans tell me she is loving every second of this, but I'll humor her.

“You fucking asked for it.”

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