Page 117 of A Forgotten Promise

I pull down my briefs, my cock springing out, the head glistening with pre-cum.

I walk to the dresser and get a condom from a black glass bowl and give it to her.

“Let’s see if you need the lube.” I smirk and hoist her up.

Her legs come back around my waist as I push her against the wall. Her body hot—literally and figuratively—against mine feels like too much and not enough at the same time.

She rips the wrapper with her teeth and almost drops it in her frenzy to cover my cock. God, what her eagerness does to me. I really am a simple man.

“Arms over your head.”

Resilience flashes through her eyes, but she raises her arms. I grip both her wrists in one hand and reach between us with the other.

I have always been an over-confident asshole, and I hate how this woman makes me doubt myself. But having her now at my mercy is intoxicating. Magical. Empowering.

Feeling her body against me is so arousing, I may just blow from this contact.

“Look at that, baby; I still need proof that you usually depend on lube.” I swipe through her folds and bring my glistening fingers to her mouth.

Smearing her arousal on her lips, I kiss her roughly and then dip my head to the crook of her neck. Just inhaling her.

She whimpers, grinding her pelvis against me. I grip my cock and line it at her entrance. In one violent thrust, I push in, and I’m home, sheathed in her tantalizing pussy.

Saar screams at the sudden intrusion. “Corm.”

“That’s right, scream my name, The Morrigan. This is going to be fast.” I glance at her face, seeking consent, and meet a challenge in her eyes. Fucking vixen.

I set a punishing tempo, releasing her arms, so I can use both hands to hold her ass. The room fills with her moans, my grunts, our perspiration-covered bodies slapping.

“I’m going to come,” she pants.

“Not yet,” I growl, pull out, and drop her to her feet.

She whimpers something unintelligible that sounds like a string of profanities. I laugh as I whip her around.

“Hands on the wall, baby.”

She obeys immediately, and I drive into her like a man possessed, bruising her hips in my grip.

It takes only a few thrusts before she whimpers again. “I’m close.” She pushes her ass to me.

I stop moving, and she groans. “I fucking said not yet.”

“You don’t control my orgasm,” she snaps with frustration.

Fisting her hair, I pull her to me. Her back warm against my chest now, I take her earlobe into my mouth, biting gently. “This is where you’re wrong, baby. In the bedroom, I’m in charge. Understood.”

She tenses, but I cup her breast and roll her nipple between my fingers. The shudder that ripples through her is a good enough answer, and she nods.

I smirk. “Use your words.”

“Understood,” she grits out.

“Do you want to come, The Morrigan?” I skim her rib cage, enjoying the goose bumps sprouting under my fingertips.

“Yes,” she growls, almost stomping her foot.

“Then beg for it, baby.” I bite her shoulder gently.

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