Page 84 of All Twerk, No Play

“Please,” she panted, and goddamn if I didn’t love that.

“That’s right, beg, then say my name.”

“Eric, please,” she said, raw with need.

My teeth gritted. “Not that name.”

I shifted my weight to press two fingers onto her clit, and she screamed, “Oh, god, Cruz!”

As her pussy clenched, I fought every urge to spill. My ass cheeks tensed, my jaw ached … and still I thrust, watching her come while holding myself back.

I slowed my pace as her eyes blinked open. Her hands rose to my biceps, gently stroking my tattoos. Her guarded expression told me that she wanted more but didn’t want to ask.

“Okay, baby,” I said, not hiding the tension in my voice. “You’ve got three options.”

Her eyes lit up—maybe at the choice, maybe at my restraint. I moved slowly, speaking through my tight jaw.

“One, roll on your hands and knees, I’ll fuck you deeper, make you come again.”

Her breath hitched and she licked her bottom lip. Fuck, that lip might be the death of me.

“Option two?” she said, her fingernail tracing the tattoo that ran up my trapezius.

“Tell me to stop,” I said through gritted teeth. I’d edged her first so it was fair play, and she’d enjoy being in control and denying me for as long as she wanted. And when she finally let me come …

Her hips rolled as her fingernail scraped my beard. “Option three?”

“I don’t come until you tell me to,” I breathed.

I didn’t play this game often. The drawback of one night is that you didn’t develop enough trust to share your latent desires. Most of the women I slept with had no idea I could be submissive. They wanted me to make them come, so I did.

But from the moment I laid eyes on Victoria, I knew what I wanted from her. The way she carried herself—the angle of her jaw, the casual command in her eyes—made me think she wanted what I did. People can fake confidence, but not dominance.

She weighed her options, her calculating gaze making me sweat.

“Countdown from five,” she murmured, bringing her lips to my pec, scraping her teeth over my nipple. “Faster.”

I swore under my breath as I sped up. Her self-satisfied laugh warmed my chest as she laid soft kisses along my collarbone.

“Four,” she murmured as she scratched her fingernails down my spine to my ass. “Harder, Cruz.”

Her breathing sped up to match mine as her hands squeezed my ass cheeks to set my pace, taking full control of my body. Control I eagerly relinquished.

“Three.”

“Shit, shit, shit,” I muttered, pumping harder against her quivering legs. She was trying to remain stoic, but her hot panting breath on my neck gave her away.

“Two,” she whispered, leaning up to scrape her teeth over my earlobe.

I groaned, tightening every muscle to hold back.

“One and a half,” she whispered. When I cursed her name, she let out a ruthless laugh.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me into a searing kiss before saying against my mouth, “Come, Cruz.”

And I exploded into her. She wrapped her legs around my ass, drawing me deeper as I pulsed within her, hearing the echoes of her cries.

It took all my remaining strength to keep my arms strong and not collapse, feeling drained, feeling relaxed, feeling …

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