Page 81 of Dark Horse

“I can’t help it. Look at you…” I whisper as I wrap my hand around him.

“Fuck.” He presses his forehead to the back of my neck and kisses me softly. “I’ve needed this.”

“I know, Cowboy. I can take care of you. Just put me to work.” I start to stroke him slowly.

“You’re playing with fire touching me like this. You’re gonna bait me into breaking our rules.”

“I don’t care about rules.”

“We need them. It’s the only thing that keeps you…” The words fade on his lips as I grip him a little tighter.

“Keeps me?” I ask.

“Keeps you safe.” He slips the vibrator back inside me, and I let out a soft moan. The feeling of being full and having him in the palm of my hand is the best I’ve felt in a long time. But I can still think of a few things I’d like better.

“You gave me a safe word. If I need it, I’ll use it.” I breathe the words more than say them because I’m lost in how good it all feels. “So tell me what you need from me. Tell me what part of me you want to fuck first, and it’s yours.”

“I can’t fuck you. I do, and it’s over,” he insists, and he pulls away from my hand. “There were ground rules for a reason.”

“Stop trying to be noble with your rules,” I snipe at him, and his eyes snap up and meet mine in the mirror, the blues there fading to a near black the longer I talk. “I don’t want your good-boy act. I want the man who takes what he wants. I want the dark side.”

“Get on your knees,” he growls.

Fuckingfinally. I hit them hard. Even with the fluffy bath rug under my feet, I can feel the impact. I’ve been waiting for this—dying for it. When I look up at him and see his determination, I have to suppress a smile. As his fingers slip through my wet hair, tightening in the roots, and he nudges his dick against my lips I know I’m finally getting what I want.

“Open and let me see that wicked little tongue of yours,” he grinds out, and I do as he asks. He slides his cock over it, the tip almost hitting the back of my throat. He slips it back out andback in again, taking it a little deeper on the next pass and again on the next as my eyes water with the effort. “This what you want? Me using you like I own you?”

I blink my yes. “Fuck… you should see how stunning you look. Taking my cock down that pretty pink throat. Keeps you from telling me what to do when your mouth is full like this, doesn’t it?”

I hum a soft yes.

“Close your mouth and suck like it’s your job.”

THIRTY-THREE

GRANT

I’m having an out-of-body experience.I must be because Dakota’s mouth is wrapped around my cock, and her tongue is every bit as good as she promised it would be. I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve her on her knees like this for me. But she begged me. Taunted me until I lost my temper and fell right into her trap. My inability to say no to her is going to be a long-term fucking problem if I can’t get a grip.

She slips back slowly, taking me shallower, and her tongue plays over the tip as she mixes it with soft, sucking deeper passes, and whatever’s left of my brain is shutting off and instinct is taking over. Telling me to fuck her throat and every single part of her until I’ve marked it all as mine. She teases her clit with her vibrator and rocks it deeper inside as she fucks mewith her mouth, her hips grinding down chasing her own orgasm as she tries to suck me dry.

“That feel good?” I ask. “Grinding that little cunt down on your toy?”

Her tongue swirls around the tip of my cock before she pulls back and takes a breath.

“Feels as good as you taste.” She laps up a drop of precum with her tongue, and I can’t help running my knuckles down her cheek. She’s so eager to please. I feel like I must be dying and living out one final fantasy before everything goes black. But I can tell she needs more from me, and I want this to be every bit as good for her. I owe her that much, at least.

“What do you need?”

“Your cock would solve everything.” She gives me a sly grin. “But if that’s off the table, then more vibration would help.” Her eyes meet mine for permission, and I can’t refuse her when she looks at me like that. I just want to be in control of it right now—her pleasure and her focus.

“Up,” I command her and hold out my hand to help her stand. I run my hands down the sides of her body, taking in how soft her skin is and how perfect every curve of her body feels, before I grab her hips and turn her to face the counter, her back to my front. I want this experience from every angle, want to feel her come apart under my hands and watch it on her face at the same time.

“Fuckkkk,” she curses as I turn up the vibration a notch. The mirror serves as the perfect window to her thoughts as she leans over on the counter. She’s giving in to the sensations while I stand behind her and gently stroke my hand over her ass, admiring the little heart shape of the toy she still has there. “It’s torture,” she mutters into the counter.

“Good. You deserve it for being such a brat.” I run my otherhand down the length of her spine. “We were supposed to be in bed with a pillow fort between us, and now look at what we’ve done.” Except I can’t even force regret into my tone; I’m glad for every moment of this.

Her lashes lift, and she studies me in the mirror, her eyes drifting over my form, standing at her back.

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