Page 50 of Possess Me
“Don’t hold back. Scream all you want.”
“What about the guests?”
When we answered at the same time, I knew she was a woman after my own heart.
“Fuck them.”
Her laugh had the same effect as it always did, creating a need unlike anything I was used to experiencing. With my cock buried deep inside, every touch of her soft skin, every brush of my lips against hers ignited a dark hunger that bordered on obsession.
I was not used to losing all feeling of control, of yearning to the point nothing else mattered. That wasn’t the kind of manI’d become. In all things, control meant power and that’s how my family had survived while in Russia and in the early days of becoming an American.
As she brushed her fingertips over my shoulder, I took several deep breaths, pulling out until just the tip was inside. When I plunged into her again, she arched her back, pushing one hand against the railing. The woman was more trusting of me than she’d thought possible. I sensed that in the way she was looking at me and the way her body yielded.
“Don’t stop,” she murmured.
“I have no intention of it.” I yanked her other leg around me, our bodies now precariously placed against the railing. But I would never allow her to fall. As I thrust into her time and time again, she pressed her knees against me. Her eyes never left mine.
Searching.
Hungering.
My actions were rough and seemingly unstable as I pushed her limits. Her grip on my shoulder tightened as her lips pursed and the softest moans slipped from her throat. I adored the sound as much as I did fucking the woman.
Her moans turned into scattered pants, sweet music that I couldn’t get enough of. The way she was clinging to me reflected her growing need.
The same as mine.
As her muscles clamped around my thickness, my cock continued to swell. She was so fucking tight, so hot that every part of me ached. Still, I wanted more. No, I needed more to the point I couldn’t breathe without taking what I craved.
All of her.
In every way possible.
When I pulled away, her eyes opened wide and the gasp she emitted let me know she was feeling the same. Too desperate to stop. Too famished to consider walking away.
I cradled her against my body, easing her away from the railing. With two long strides, I placed her onto her knees on the outdoor sofa.
The wicked smile on her face made me laugh. She could go from being completely rebellious, angry at whatever I’d said to purring like a big kitten. I adored both sides of her perhaps too much, but I’d always wanted a woman who would challenge both the businessman and the carnal beast.
She licked her lips before wrapping her long fingers around my cock, stroking the base as if she had all day to do so.
I folded my arms, acting as if I owned the place while she rolled her other hand along the inside of my leg. Even her light touch was gasoline tossed on a raging fire. She rubbed her thumb in small circles as she twisted her fingers around my cock, creating wave after wave of friction. When she squeezed, rolling her hand to the tip of my cock, she took several deep breaths.
The moment she dropped her head, blowing across my slit, I fisted a handful of hair. How had I gone from being interested in seeing every inch to needing to own her? I closed my eyes as she teased me, darting her tongue around my cockhead as she slowly crawled the fingers of her other hand to my balls.
Fuck. The moment she squeezed both testicles, I rolled onto the balls of my feet.
“Careful, my sweet captain. Don’t injure the boys.”
Her laugh was subtle. “I have no intention of doing so. They are far too precious.” She raked a single fingernail down the underside of my shaft, repeating the action by dragging her tongue.
Crap.
The moment she wrapped her sweet lips around one of my balls, an electric shock so powerful coursed through me I could suddenly no longer breathe. “Fuck. You are so bad.”
She sucked for several seconds, taking her time moving from one to the other.
The woman was damn good at keeping the excitement raw and fresh.
