Page 32 of The Passion

Flynn pushes my underwear up the skin so his hands are now planted firmly on my bare ass cheeks, hoisting me up off the ground, and as if on instinct, my legs wrap around his body.

Oh God, I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t seem to stop.

“Choose, Felisha… fast, because I’m hanging by a thread.” He always knows what is going on in my thoughts, and that’s fucking scary. But that growl bashes through every sensible thing I’m screaming in my head.

“Fuck it.” I need this.

Just once more to finish this for good. On my terms!

I throw my arms around his neck and let my head fall back as he starts devouring my neck.

His way of dominating me is something I can’t get in any other part of my life, nor do I need it.

But here, in his bedroom, that’s all I want. To be cherished, the center of someone’s world. Not because of who I am, what I own, or what they think they can take from me. Just to be in the sheer passion of a moment, but still adored and treasured.

“Oh yeah, just like I remember,” Flynn mutters to himself as he props one knee on the bed and leans down to lay me on the mattress that is now completely bare of any bedding.

This man’s strength is incredible as he kneels on the bed and lifts me further up the mattress, laying me out as he slowly takes his hands from me.

“Why can’t I get you out of my head, no matter how much I try?” He shakes his head slightly, and I know he is fighting his internal thoughts as much as I am.

We might be different, but in so many ways, we are also the same.

I answer him as if it were a comment rolling off his tongue. “Because nobody compares to me.” The roles are reversed this time, and I’m the one putting the confidence out there, hoping to shock him at my bravado, but instead, it’s just done the opposite.

“So damn hot!” It’s like my words have just turned him on more and has him devouring every inch of my body he can touch with his lips. My nipple is between his teeth as he dragshis mouth off my breast, and already, I feel my orgasm racing toward the finish line.

I don’t want this to be over so soon.

If this it, the last time, then I want everything!

With every bit of strength I have, I push on his chest with my hands and at the same time roll my body to the side, taking his perfect body with me until Flynn is on his back and I’m up on my knees and straddling him.

“This time I get to take what I want.” I slide my hands ever so slowly over every ripple on his ripped chest. Lowering my body onto him, when my lips are mere inches from his, I bring my hands up and on either side of his strong jaw that has that stubble from the day before, taking away the smooth feel. But it makes him feel like the rough diamond beneath me. Not all put together like he always appears to be.

“And what is it you want?” he whispers, and I feel his breath on my lips.

“Control.” Not waiting for his answer, I press my lips to his and take my pleasure, my tongue pushing for him to open his mouth for me, and I can’t stop the electricity that races between us.

He wraps his strong arms around me, and as much as I need him to give me room to play, I still want to feel his power over my body.

I’m such a contradiction, but I don’t care. I want both things, and for some reason, Flynn is the man my body has decided can give that wish to me.

Pulling back from him and sitting up, this time it’s me ripping the sides of my G-string and pulling it out from under me, throwing it to the floor. His eyes widen and are now so dark he looks like he is ready to let himself loose completely.

“Fuck me, that was hot,” he mumbles to himself.

I rub my wet pussy over his cock, ever so slowly, like I want to drag out the pain he must be feeling just to make me feel good. His eyes are hooded, and his pupils are wide. It must be killing him to just lie there and take what I want to give him.

So many people are taking my choices away from me at the moment, yet this strong, beautiful man is holding back everything he can to let me have what I need right now.

“Touch me.” The plea from my lips almost sounds like I’m begging him, and I know he can see right through me that although I’m trying to sound demanding, I’m far from it.

“Tell me where, gorgeous.” He lifts his hands from where they are on the bed.

My answer is everywhere, but I know that won’t do.

“My breasts…” My mouth falls open as I feel my clit absolutely relishing the joy of the hard-as-steel cock that is trapped under me that I’m getting myself off on. I can’t finish like this, no, I want him fucking me until I’m screaming louder than I ever have before.

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