Page 90 of Steel

“Jameson.”

“You didn’t ask for him, wildfire. You wanted Steel.” I drive forward, still refusing her the pleasure she needs. “My club, my rules, remember? You don’t get to feel good until I say so.”

Tempe groans as I rub just shy of her pussy, the head of my cock teasing her with every stroke.

“You say you don’t want this…” I reach around and rub her clit before smacking it with my fingers and making her scream. “But your greedy little cunt is begging for me.”

I smack her pussy again, and she moans, tipping her forehead against the wall.

“I tried to stay away from you for your sake. But you couldn’t help yourself, could you?” I circle her clit again before dragging my hand up and shoving my fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself. “You ran this feisty little mouth until I had no choice but to put you in your place. Do you know what you’re asking for, Tempe?”

I pull my fingers out and grab her throat, forcing her to stand so she’s looking up over her shoulder at me.

“You.” The word is a whisper on her lips.

A confession that comes with a flash of hesitation.

“You want me? You have me.” I drag my thumb up and down the center column of her throat. “You’ve had me since the first time I saw you.”

“You don’t mean that.” She blinks up at me, her chest heaving with every breath.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.” I tilt her face so I can dip my mouth by her ear. “Why do you think I tried to stay away from you? Because if you let me fuck you again, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go.”

Her breath catches in the silence. My heart pounds in my chest.

I spin her around so I can look into her eyes, and I wait for her to fight me or fear me. For realization to flash in her gaze because she’s too fucking sweet for a man who’s done the things I have. But when her fingers find my wrist, she doesn’t push me away. She stares into my eyes, and I swear the door opens to her soul.

“Stop me.” I grip her throat.

Her teeth clench. “No.”

I pull her off the wall, and her shorts fall from her feet as I lift her from the floor and carry her to the bed.

Setting her on it, I strip off the rest of her clothes before taking off my own. Her hazel eyes watch my cock as I stroke it in my fist, and I want to paint every inch of her skin until she realizes her mistake.

“Feet up,” I command.

She spreads her knees and puts her feet on the base of the bed. Her wet cunt is spread and perfect. Tempe fights back in every aspect of her life. Except in my bed—she submits.

“Good girl.” I grab her hips and pull her forward, leaning in to thrust my cock deep inside her.

Her pussy is a vice, gripping me. Welcoming me home.

I hold her knees wide while I pound into her sweet cunt, watching her body swallow every inch of me as I bottom out. She’s almost too tight to take me, squeezing my cock until it hurts so fucking good, I can hardly stand it.

Taking her bare is the closest I’ve come to believing in heaven. Every slick inch of her pussy grips me as I drive into her.

Reaching down, I pinch her nipples and tug. Teasing them. Brushing the sensitive skin from the center of her breasts to her belly button then working my way back up again. I learn every inch until I find what makes her squeeze my cock like she’s desperate for my cum.

“There you go again with that greedy little cunt.” I drive in deep and pause, holding there.

Her pussy continues to squeeze me, needing the friction I’m refusing her.

“Please, Jameson.” She scratches my arms, my chest; her body begging as much as her pretty mouth does.

“What do you need, Tempe? This?” I pull my cock out almost all the way.

So slow, she’s not the only one I’m torturing.

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