Page 130 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

“Since we are talking, is there anything else you want to yell at me about?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. Maybe it wasn’t the best way to phrase it, but he figured he was going to have to lick his wounds so might as well take all the shots he could now.

“Well,” she said. “There is one more thing. Sex.”

“What about it?” he asked.

“I want you to throw me around a little bit.”

“What?!”

“That came out wrong,” she said. “I want you to let loose. I want you to stop worrying you’re going to hurt me. I told you this was a fear of mine. That here I was just starting to have sex and then it was going to be ruined.”

“Sex is ruined?” he asked. “Because you don’t seem it when you’re shouting out my name.”

“Wipe that smirk off your face. I’m not saying it’s not good. It is. It’s very enjoyable romantic sex.”

“What’s wrong with that?” It sounded more like an insult than a compliment in his mind.

“I’m not a Hallmark movie. I’m positive this little guy got created the day I made you lose control in your office. I want that back. I want you to lose control.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh. My. God.” She walked over and put her hands on his chest and gave him a little shove onto the bed, him landing on his back. “Then let me do it.”

“Do what?” he asked.

“I’m going to prove to you I’m not going to break. You’re not going to hurt me or the baby, but maybe I need to feel like a woman. So if you can’t do it for me, then I’m going to do it for myself.”

He was almost afraid of her right now.

The look in her eyes told him she could eat him alive.

Oddly he was extremely turned on by it when moments ago he was getting his ass rightfully handed to him.

She reached down and pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor, then dropped her shorts and underwear.

He went to sit up and remove his clothing, but she stopped him.

“It’s hard to give you what you want if I’ve got clothes on,” he said.

“I’m going to take what I want. You just lie there and enjoy it. Let’s do some role reversal a bit.”

He snorted. “You’re joking.”

“Nope,” she said, yanking his athletic shorts down his thighs only, his cock springing free. She climbed on him, spread her legs and sank down fast.

And she didn’t stop there.

She put her hands on his chest for leverage and she rode him as if she was going to use his body to take her right out of town.

He was barely able to hang on and didn’t realize what a magnificent sight it was.

She only had a lace bra on that she was spilling out of. The speed of her body moving up and down had her breasts jiggling enough to make him wince wondering if the weight of them was painful.

It didn’t seem to bother her, but he couldn’t pull his eyes away.

“Am I allowed to touch you?” he asked.

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