Page 22 of Degrees of Control

“N-no.”

James slid his dick from her body and Charlie felt her pussy spasm, silently begging for its return. He gave another humorless chuckle. “Baby, you want to come so bad, you’re just about ready to cry.”

Without waiting for a response, he surged back inside her and she lit up like a firework display. One large hand gripped her hair, wrapping it around his wrist and making her even more aware of the cock thrusting deep inside her. She clenched around him so hard, white spots burst behind her eyes.

“Oh fuck yeah, you are close,” James panted. “Now tell me. Tell me I’m gonna make you come again.”

Charlie shook her head, needing to be pushed. James pulled out of her with a snarl. “Tell me or I’ll leave you here, drippin’ all over my carpet.”

Charlie was frantic. The loss of friction was more than she could bear. “You’re going to make me come again.”

“That’s right, darlin’, I am. But aren’t you forgetting something?”

He surged into her again and the words tore past her lips before her brain even kicked into gear. “Please make me come again, Mr. Hunter.”

He smacked her ass. “You’ve changed your tune, haven’t you?”

She moaned miserably, unable to deny the way she ached, the way his shaft battered at that secret place inside her, tearing away every shred of modesty she had.

“You were just aching to be fucked hard, weren’t you, baby?”

“Yes.Yes.”

“And here I am, makin’ your dreams come true. So open that pretty mouth and thank me.”

“T-thank you for fucking my pussy.” She was helpless, humiliated, but ripples of pleasure were urging their way across her body and she couldn’t care about anything else. “More,” she sobbed, pumping her cunt against him. “More, more, more.”

He thrust as deep and as hard as he could go. One hand left her hips and she felt a fingertip circle itself around her asshole. She shrieked like a sorceress being burned alive.

“This what you meant by more, darlin’?” He stroked the pad of his thumb across her overstimulated flesh. Charlie gasped and thrust her ass toward him. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He gently eased inside her and Charlie felt herself clamp down. Both of them groaned at the sensation.

“Please, I need to come, please, please make me come.”

“Oh you’ll come sweetheart.” He worked against her with deep, quick strokes and within seconds, Charlie’s pleasure burst around him. She cried out, only dimly aware of the gasping, mewling sounds she was making. Soft to his hard, yielding to his penetrating. She rubbed her forehead against the carpet, taking everything he gave her with pleasure. With joy.Coming here was the best idea I’ve ever had.

James withdrew from her heat and lay down on the carpet beside her, his forehead and shoulders shone with sweat. He gripped his shaft with one hand. “Get on me. Ride my cock.”

Charlie slung a leg over his hips, eager to feel the friction between her legs and even more eager to see James come. What would this bossy, domineering man look like overwhelmed by pleasure? Gently, she guided him inside herself.

“Hurry up, Charlotte, or I’ll put you on your back.”

Spurred by the threat, she lowered herself down his shaft, her movements slow and slick as honey. Tentatively, she flexed and he let out an angry-sounding snarl. Charlie bit back a grin. Yoga wasn’t sexual but the enhanced muscle control could be. She pumped him harder, flexing as she worked herself up and down.

James’ hazel eyes closed, his hands clasped her hips. “Oh that’s so good, honey, ride me. Ride my dick.”

James’ head was thrown back and the line of his jaw was sharp as a blade. He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen, she realized. Powerful and wild as the stallion on his ribs. James groaned, a strangled desperate sound. “Jesus, Charlotte, your pussy’s so goddamn tight, I’m gonna come.”

He seized a handful of her hair, driving himself against her. The brutality of his thrusts made her scrape her nails down his chest.

“Fuckin’ hell, I’m there. I’m fuckin’ there.” James went rigid, his hands biting into her hips, and he cursed long and loud as his cock pulsed inside her.

When he stopped convulsing, Charlie leaned forward and kissed his chest, tasting the salt on his golden skin. For a second they stayed like that, their bodies entwined, panting breaths rattling their torsos, and then James hoisted her off him like she was no more than a kitten and pulled away. Charlie felt a pang of disappointment. She wasn’t trying to cuddle, but she wanted to lie against James and listen to his heartbeat slow. Let this beautiful satisfied feeling last as long as it could. She heard James stagger out of the room, presumably to dispose of the condom. Her eyes closed and she drifted for a moment, lost on the sea of physical satisfaction. There was a soft thump near her face. Charlie peeled her eyelids apart to find James towering over her. “Get dressed.”

She stood on watery legs, picking up the clothes he’d tossed down in front of her. She put Holly’s clothes back on, but without the glow of anticipatory lust she’d had before. The skirt and top felt ill-fitting and strange, like a tacky costume. Her left stocking had a run down the side so she tore both off and crammed her aching feet back into her pumps.

James leaned against the nearby doorframe and watched her dress, somehow bigger and meaner than he seemed before. The instant she was done, he gripped her arm and began steering her toward his front door. “Out. Now.”

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