Page 73 of Hers to Control

Ignoring my plea for time, Eric comes to sit behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Told you. You should’ve let me fuck you from behind,” he murmurs in my ear, and I’m tempted to throw my elbow back. Unfortunately, any fast movements might not be advisable. Plus, I kind of like the way his hands are lying on my rounded belly.

“Screw you.”

“I was hoping you would.”

That has me chuckling, and slowly the wave of nausea lessens.

“Fine, I’ll just lie down and you get to fuck me.” It’s not the frenzied desire from earlier that’s driving me now, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still horny for the man whose hands are slowly traveling up from my belly to my sensitive breasts. Thank you pregnancy! Whenever the morning sickness gets the better of me, I have to remind myself of these other, much more pleasant, side-effects. Side-effects I hadn’t really expected.

His hands cup me and he slowly rubs his thumbs over my nipples. I relax back against him. I might not like the idea of him dominating me, but if he wants to spoil me. Hell, who am I to reject that?

“You like that, huh?” Eric murmurs. I don’t bother responding. I’d hardly stay like this if I didn’t.

He pinches my nipples. “I asked you a question.”

“Fuck you.” The words don’t carry nearly as much emotion as they should. I feel like I’ve finally uncovered what cats experience when they lie in a sunny spot and someone comes to pet them. Utter bliss.

“I’ll fuck you soon, don’t worry. But first, let’s make sure you won’t puke on me.”

The arrogant ass actually laughs, but with him rolling my nipples between his fingers in ways that send zings of pleasure straight to my core, I’m disinclined to punish him for it lest he get distracted from what he’s doing.

Fortunately for him, he stops talking. Instead, his mouth lands on my neck, slowly kissing his way upward until he reaches that sensitive spot below my ear. When his tongue darts out to lick me there, a shiver runs down my spine and I’m fairly certain I can feel wetness running down my pussy.

As if lured by my increased arousal, his right hand travels down my body until he pushes his fingers below the waistband of my pants and straight into my panties. With two fingers, he pushes past my folds while his mouth continues to press kisses on my neck.

With his left hand pinching and rolling my left nipple and his right hand stroking my clit, I’m about ready to combust. Not that I’m inclined to make it that easy for him.

“Still scared of a little puke, or are you ready to move on to something a bit more gratifying?”

The way he growls in my ear has my pussy clenching around the fingers he pushes into me in response.

With fast strokes, he finger fucks me. I’m moaning at this point, loving the way I can let go and just feel. His thumb rubs over my clit at the exact time he pinches my nipple and suddenlyripples of pleasure race through me, rhythmically clenching my pussy around his fingers in an obvious surrender to his attention.

In the next moment, he scoots away from me, gently lowering my upper body to the mats, which, in my condition, is probably a good thing since I may have flopped down like a dead fish otherwise. It certainly wouldn’t have been incredibly attractive, not that I think Eric would care except for the potential of me or Peanut getting hurt. That knowledge has me staying put, watching as he pulls my tights down and then gets in position between my spread legs.

When he lowers himself down, I expect him to put his dick at my entrance and start fucking me, but instead, he comes down on top of me, holding his weight up with his arms, and kisses me. It’s deep and demanding. Greedy and hot. But it’s a kiss and for some reason, tears spring to my eyes.

When he finally pulls away and looks at my misty-eyed expression, he raises his eyebrows and leans down one more time to kiss away the single tear that has escaped down my cheek.

“Pregnancy hormones,” I explain, but he gives me a smirk that tells me he has his own theory.

I might have argued, but then he does what I expected earlier. He takes hold of his cock and places it at my hot, swollen entrance, moist from my earlier orgasm. Slowly, he pushes into me, staring down at me with his unreadable expression the entire time. Then, when he’s all the way inside of me, he leans down again and kisses me. Again and again, as he makes love to me.

Heat builds up between us again, and my nipples rub against the hair on his chest in a way that I’m fairly sure makes my eyes roll back in my head. As we move on the training mats, I know that this is where I belong—in Eric’s arms, consumed by thepassion that burns between us. Burns, but surprisingly, doesn’t hurt.

Eric is dangerous, but for me, this man has come to mean safety.

Eric

After I get Mia to come for me one more time, I let my own orgasm wash over me. For a moment afterward, I simply hold her, but then I lean over to reach for my clothes. I might as well take advantage of her sex-muddled brain.

I pull the ring from my jeans. Mia’s eyes are still half-lidded, drowsy from sex. Perfectly vulnerable with her defenses down. Exactly what I need.

Moving back to her, I take her hand and slide the ring onto it. It’s loose, but not so much it’ll slide down over her knuckle, and right now the looseness is to my advantage since I have the ring on her hand before she can pull away from me.

“What the hell is this?” she asks, staring at her hand in consternation.

“A ring.”

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