Page 89 of Take the Sub and Run

But she thought back to that thing she’d read—that being desired was the strongest aphrodisiac. She thought there might've been an addendum to that. One that said that seeing the effect you had on another person was the strongest aphrodisiac.

She felt both powerful and powerless watching him grit his teeth as he slowly withdrew. As if it took every fiber of his being to maintain a control that she was slowly shredding.

He started with a gentle, deep thrust. Pulling almost all the way out before easing in again.

It felt deliciously good. Both exactly the way she'd imagined, and so much more.

But the longer it went on, it wasn't just her arousal that built but a deep frustration.

“More,” she begged. “I need more.”

He stilled. “When you say more, do you mean harder…”

His hips pulled back and then slammed into hers, so hard it made a slapping sound and her body scooted up the mattress an inch.

“Or faster.”

Again, he pulled back, only to thrust in once, twice, a third time. Not going as deep but moving fast.

Sofie wrapped her arms around him, nails digging into his back.

“Deeper,” she demanded.

The slapping sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the room. Each time he thrust in, he ground against her, and sometimes, the angle was just right, and she felt a twinge in what she could now confirm was her G-spot.

A pleasure far deeper than the vibrator-induced orgasms she was used to, and even the clit-rubbing one he'd just given her started to build.

“I think…I don’t know if I can come, but I feel like I can.” She was aware that didn't make sense but hoped he understood.

“Slide one hand down between us and see if you can rub your clit.”

They were both slick with sweat, making it easy to wiggle her arm into position, her middle finger poised on her clit.

“I need to fuck you hard and fast. I want you to rub your clit until you come. If you come before I do, you can stop rubbing, but I want you to keep your finger on your clit. Gentle pressure. Then start rubbing again.”

She nodded, past the point of being able to speak because she followed his commands, even as he gave them, her middle finger circling gently around her wet, swollen clit.

He tucked his arms under her shoulders, hands curling up from behind to hook over her shoulders and hold her in place as he fucked her hard and fast.

It was relentless and unforgiving. Again and again, his cock slid into her virgin pussy.

The orgasm took her by surprise, her eyes widening as her muscles started to shake. She almost jerked her hand away, remembering his order at the last minute and keeping her hand in place, fingertip pressing on the hood of her clit. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and orgasming around a thick, hot dick was exactly as wonderful as she’d always imagined.

“Again,” he growled.

Her finger started circling her clit, once more almost without her conscious decision to do so. She was a creature of pure pleasure, more than willing to obey his every command because she knew in his words, she would find the path to that next peak.

His thrusts became uneven, his breathing unsteady. She watched him from beneath her lashes as his face tightened. When they’d come together before he'd been entirely in control and she'd loved that.

But she loved this too. Watching him succumb to this base desire and pure need.

“Fuck. Angel. Fuck.”

He thrust both hard and deep, rocking her body with the force of it, and then he was shuddering above her, and she swore she could feel his cock twitching inside her as he came.

In that moment of climax, his gaze met hers, and dozens of sunrises and sunsets passed as time ceased to have meaning. It was only them. Only this moment.

Then Andrei lowered his mouth to hers, sealing this perfect moment with a kiss.

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