Page 98 of Queen Of Dark Money

Heshook his head, exasperated huffs leaving his mouth, dancing across my collarbone. “Whatgives?Ithought you’d get tired of this game.”

“Tome, it’s not a game,”Isaid simply, rising up on him again without straightening.Mylips covered his as he gasped, swallowing his sounds with an almost greedy need to possess every part of his pleasure.Theferal way he stared up at me from beneath those lowered lashes, his eyes burning with darkness that thrilled and frightened me in equal parts, was enough to shove me so close to orgasmIcould taste it.

Iwanted more from him.Andat the same time,Iwanted to stand up, walk out, and never see this man again.

Iopted for the former, rocking my body against his, our tongues tangled in a furious battle asIrode him damn near to my completion.Hewas a beast, his hips thrusting up to meet me, giving as good as he got; the only sounds in the air were our grunts and groans as we worked in tandem toward a goalIwould yet again deny him just before we reached it.

Thistime, he was prepared for it, and whenIpulled up and hesitated, he slammed back into me, his hips hitting mine so hard my knees gave out beneath me.Witha whimper of half pain, half pleasure,Icollapsed atop him, and he rolled us over, pinning me to the bed with a snarl.

“Gotyou right whereIwant you now, you little slut,” he muttered, panting through his words as that cock worked overtime to drive me insane.NowIwas the one moaning, needing release, butIcouldn’t let him think he’d won.Thiswas our first solo power struggle, andIdidn’t give up when it’d been two against one.Icertainly wouldn’t concede when he didn’t haveRiver’shelp to sway me.

“I’mnot your little slut,”Ispat, face contorted in a grimace of disgust. “Butyou’re about to be mine, andIcan guarantee you’ll like it.”

Toprove my point,Irocked against his hips with my own, wrapping my legs around his in a convoluted pretzel before spinning him again and tossing him effortlessly on his back.Ididn’t give him a chance to speak, to protest, or even to applaud my performance.Myhand covered his mouth asIsank back down on him, drawing it out to punish him for his insolence.Thecockiness was hot in other men, butRafetried too hard, andIwanted his genuine self.Sure, every man had a dominant side, and they all needed to exercise it sometimes, but this one was begging to be treated like a dog, so that’s exactly whatIplanned to give him.

Hisdeepest desire.

Itwasn’t to show me who was in charge–we both knew it wasn’t him.

Itwas for me to take charge, to force him to roll over and comply.

Myhand moved to his throat, andIcut off his airway as he gasped and those beautiful, dark eyes widened in shock.

Mygrin widened. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”Ifucked him faster now, eager to see the light in his eyes flash with anger whenIdenied him again. “You’recontent to be fucked by a woman, to be told what to do, ordered around and denied your pleasure, over and over until you can’t take it anymore, because at your core,you’rethe submissive slut.Aren’tyou,Rafe?”

Ipunctuated those words with a tightening of my hand, and his groan was deep, husky, and desperate as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he struggled for oxygen.

Fuck.Menwere so much hotter when they shut the fuck up.

Goodboy.

Evenhis cock responded to my rough treatment, the damn thing throbbing inside me, twitching, growing ever so slightly asIclenched down around him.Thankgods for kegels, amirite?Or, he’d better be thanking the powers that be, if he knew what was good for him.Thiswas all for his benefit, after all.

“Youstay put and do as you’re told, you hear me?”Itightened my grip briefly, waiting for his slight nod beforeIreleased him and rose off his cock, spinning around so fast he didn’t have time to think.Bythe time the oxygen returned to his brain,I’dsat on his face, lowering my body along his soIcould take him in my mouth.

Therewas something empowering about taking whatIwanted, howIwanted, whenIwanted, especially from a man like this.ThecontrolIhad right now centered me, calmed my boiling blood, my racing pulse, reminded me thatIwas here,Iwas alive, andIwas safe.Allthe fear from the near-death incident had faded away, and what was left was pure adrenaline and lust.Aneed to remind myself thatIwas human, thatIwas breathing.Aneed for my own proof of life.Andas his tongue found my clit with no need for encouragement, his hands curling around my asscheeks,Igroaned with his cock in my mouth and began to suck him off as a reward for how well he was taking all this.

Afterall, what were men likeRafebut dogs?Big, overgrown puppies who wanted to hump everything that moved?Andjust like the dog he was,I’dput him in his place before the night was over.I’dremind him who was boss–repeatedly, ifIhad to.Andwhen the bastard came up for air,I’ddrag him back down again until the lesson stuck.

Mybody was a live wire, andIneeded to get this energy out of my system, orI’dnever be able to function again.

“That’sright, fuck, lick my pussy, you asshole,”Imoaned, tossing my hair over one shoulder so it wouldn’t get in my way asIdeep-throated him, taking the head of his dick all the way to the back of my throat.Hisgirth split my mouth wide open, and he was almost too much to swallow down, but a woman withperseverance and determination can do just about anything she sets her mind to, andIwas no different.Witha groan,Igagged on his length, swallowing around him just to drag those pitiful, pleading whimpers from his lips yet again. “Fuck, yes, just like that–use your fingers, fucking fill me–”

Iexpected him to shove a finger or two in me.Ihadn’t been prepared for this man to stuff what felt like his whole hand in my core.Iclosed my eyes and breathed deeply, trying not to bite his dick off as one, two, three–fucking four fingers–slipped into my wet cunt.He’dreally stretched me open with that monster cock, and nowIwas choking on it while he split me open again, his tongue and his fingers working in tandem at my entrance, a thumb teasing my clit now.Helapped at my juices like he was dehydrated andIwas a fountain, and if he kept waggling those bastards inside me,Idamn near would be.

I’dnever squirted for a man before, butI’ddone it to myself, soIknewIcould.Andthose long fingers of his were hitting all the right spots, making things inside me unravel at a rapid pace.

“Ifyou don’t stop that,I’mgonna make a mess,”Igasped, his cock slapping wetly against his abs asIreleased it to plead for a reprieve. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck me,Rafe–”

Icame with a shout as he twisted his fingers inside me, rubbing that spot that sent me careening over the fucking edge, fluids squirting out of me in embarrassing quantities.Mylegs shook, the only thing holding my ass end up his hands as he gripped my hips and drank me down.

Fuck.Hewas such a whore for this.

Icouldn’t form a coherent thought, so wrapped upIwas in the mind-numbing orgasmI’djust gone through, so when he flipped me on my back and thrust into me,Ilet him.Ididn’t protest, didn’t demand control, didn’t need anything but his cock inside me.

Iwanted to come around him this time.AndIwas determined to reach that peak again.

AndIthink he saw it in my eyes, because he reached between us, flicked my clit, and lowered his head to my nipple, sucking and licking and biting untilIwas the panting, needy mess now.

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