Page 26 of Hers to Control

He carries me down the hallway and into a bedroom. I almost complain about the mundaneness of fucking on a bed, but then he carefully puts me down and hovers over me, like a hungry predator closing in on its prey. I’m not about to let him devour me, though.

The room is dimly lit, casting shadows that dance across Eric’s features. It’s almost nighttime now, and somehow that’s a relief. The day is almost over. All I have to do is focus on the heat inside of me right now and let Eric fuck my brains out. Then it’ll be night and I can forget this day ever happened.

“Knowing you took out those guys is so fucking hot,” Eric says, his voice a low growl that resonates through the room. His eyes, dark with desire, lock onto mine. I don’t look away.

Then his expression grows pissed. “But you shouldn’t have had to do it.”

He’s pissed that I walked away from him. I smirk. “Save the lectures for later. Or better yet, keep them to yourself. Right now, I want more action, fewer words.”

Eric’s hands land on my waist, running them slowly down my hips, taking my panties with them. Our lips collide again, and I stop thinking.

Sweet oblivion.

My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, refusing to let him dictate the pace. His hands on my ass, lifting me effortlessly further onto the bed, send a thrill through me that has wetness pooling between my folds.

He moves to kneel between my thighs, and the pulsing need between my legs intensifies.

“You’re still dressed.” It’s as much an observation as an accusation, and his lips actually pull into a smile.

Fucking hell, I didn’t think the guy could get any more attractive and I quickly look away, focusing on the bottom hem of his shirt. I reach for it, but he is quicker, pulling his shirt up and over his head.

His abs are as defined as the chiseled features of his face, and I’d be lying if I said I ever had a more attractive man. It’s only one more night. I might as well make the best of it, so I lean up and run my tongue along the ridges of his muscles, savoring the defeated moan that escapes him.

He might be on top, but he isn’t in control. I would never let a man be in control of me. Ever.

I slide my hands to his back and scratch his skin as I pull him down. Our lips meet again and I allow his tongue to invade my mouth. He tastes of the tomato sauce he was cooking earlier and I suck on his tongue.

My hands push between our bodies to open his belt, but Eric growls and pushes my arms away.

“For fuck’s sake, let me taste you first.”

He moves his mouth down over my jaw, down my neck, and to the swell of my breasts, pressing kisses against my skin as if we were lovers. It’s irritating and fucking arousing at the same time.

“Eric…” I warn, and finally he snaps out of it, yanking my bra down and sucking my nipple into his mouth with a fierce hunger.

The stinging sensation shoots straight to my core, and I know I’m soaking my panties.

I grab his hair, not sure if I want to pull him away or press him harder against me. He might suffocate after a while, but that would actually solve one of my problems.

I’m still undecided when his tongue suddenly presses my nipple against the roof of his mouth. He isn’t gentle, the sensation painful, and thinking goes out the now fully darkened window.

“Fuck, Eric,” I moan his name, and he jerks himself against me. His hard cock presses against me through his coarse jeans and we both moan.

My nipple pops out of his mouth and he immediately feasts on my other one. Biting and rolling it between his teeth. This isn’t a gentleman. I’m about to fuck a psychopath, and I’ll likely go to hell for it, but I get off on the anger that still simmers inside of him. I get that anger. I feel it too.

When he finally leans up, my nipples are swollen and red, and he looks down at me with satisfaction. I’m not here for his satisfaction, though. He is here for mine, so I buck my hips up, reminding him he has work to do.

He doesn’t respond with words, but he finally opens his belt and jeans. Rolling to his side, he pulls his pants and boxers down, revealing his cock.

I already know it. It’s thick and slightly bent, with a fat, smooth tip that I know will feel amazing inside of me.

“Fuck me,” I order him and spread my knees wider in invitation. He isn’t taking me, I’m taking what he has to offer, and right now, that’s his cock and magnificent body.

Chapter Ten

Eric

I’m not about to ignore what’s being offered. Not when it’s that fucking hot.

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