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Ansel

Regina made me feel like I ruled over seven kingdoms. My mind hadn’t wrapped itself around what I was allowing to happen, but my dick was down there singing a fucking Rick James song. He didn’t give a damn that I was out of character and not dominating a damn thing, not even the position I sat in on the couch.

Anxiousness filled my body, insisting I speed things along, but I’d promised Regina that she could do this, so I wasn’t going to interfere too much. The way her tongue flicked over her lips and the way she set her darkened gaze on mine before she started edging the bottom of my shirt up, had me anxious in a way I’d never experienced. She was telling me that she was about to fuck up the world as I knew it. In a way, she already had. I had no intention of giving up my job as her Dom, but her calm way of doing things wasn’t bad either.

She lifted the sides of my T-shirt as I reached back and pulled it over my head. Her quick fingers grazed over my abs as their delicate tips slid over my left nipple. A lazy moan was released before my tongue moved over my bottom lip.

“Ansel,” she called, breaking me from the lusty haze she’d induced. She leaned back and glared at me when her delicate fingers caressed my tattooed shoulder and slid down my arm.

“Later, Regina, I’ll tell you about it later. Right now, you’ve got me real interested in this ‘normal people’ fucking.”

“Ansel?” she called again, ignoring the need that she’d built in me.

My tattoos covered scars, and I knew she’d discovered the rough skin even if she couldn’t see it clearly because of the ink. She’d used creams and cocoa butter to cover her scars. I’d opted for ink that camouflaged mine.

Her curious gaze reflected concern and curiosity. I was never going to get to the good stuff if I didn’t tell her something.

“We have something else in common, Regina. Abusive fucking family members. My alcoholic and bipolar ass mother used her fist and pots of boiling water instead of belts when she beat my ass.”

After my comment, I kissed her hard, silencing her ready questions. The last thing I wanted to think about was my abusive childhood. It was likely what caused my anxiety, awakened my demon, and lured me to kill people to calm my damn nerves.

When I released her from the kiss, her ragged breaths and lust-heavy eyes didn’t stop those curious fingers from sliding over my damaged shoulder once more.

“Doc, there is a lot of hard dick down there waiting on you. Later. We’ll talk about it later.”

For a moment, it appeared she wouldn’t let it go. I knew all too well what she’d found, but she ignored her curiosity and continued to kiss me.

I gripped her top, taking it up and over her head. I slung it and let it fall over the back of the couch, eager to get my hands on her tits. Her dark nipples peeked through the sheer material of her white lacy bra. I pinched one hard tip between my teeth and enjoyed the hot moan that flooded my ear.

The quick maneuvering of my eager fingers snapped her bra clasped and set her free. I tossed the bra over the couch just as I’d tossed her top.

Regina had my dick so hard, it was cutting through the fabric of my sweats. She’d driven me to a whole new level of hot. I lifted my pelvic to raise our bodies so I could slide my sweats down.

“Take these off,” I whispered as I tugged at my sweats that she wore. She backed away and stood before me to drop the pants. I used the time to pull mine down as far as my hips before I was dragging her back on top of me, not giving her time to glide her sexy black panties off.

“Being normal people is not so bad, right?”

Her question filtered into my ear as her lips raked the edge of my earlobe.

“No,” I huffed out as my lips glided over the warm skin of her neck. My hand glided over her soft flesh, kneading, squeezing, and rubbing. It didn’t take but a moment for my palms to land right back on that luscious ass that I couldn’t stop myself from groping. Drawing her closer, I snuggled her tight, moist pussy against my dick, which was standing like a gladiator ready for anything.

How in the hell could Regina have me this hot without being tied up and under my control? I didn’t know, but she was sexy as hell straddling my lap, about to ride my dick.

“Fuck, Doc. You keep this up, and you’re going to make me fall for you.”

I know my ass wasn’t thinking straight, letting that kind of shit slide from my head and crawl over my tongue.

“What’s so wrong with that?” she whispered back, her lust-heavy voice hot in my ear.

“Trust me, you don’t want that, Doc. I’m a possessive motherfucker. The shit at the restaurant was a warm up. I can already picture the damage and destruction I could bring to the world over you. Trust me, hell would be safer.”

My words had her smiling as she rained kisses all over my face. She acted like I’d complimented her when it was supposed to be a warning.

“I don’t mind it,” she shrugged. “I’ve never had someone want me like that.”

I sucked her bottom lip between mine, loving the way her body filled my hands. “Bit of advice. Never give anyone that much control over you, Doc. Especially not me. Give me an inch, and I’ll take miles. All the fucking miles. Road miles, nautical miles, sky miles.”

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