Page 53 of Boss Me Around

“Pre-come,” I say, the need to be inside her so strong, I can’t resist arching my hips, lifting her a few inches into the air. “It means I find you very, very sexy.”

Her mouth hooks up on one side. “You have a thing for strong women who steal you away to their tents and demand that you give them your seed?”

“I do.” I pause for a second, a little surprised when I realize the “knocking her up” part of the fantasy is pretty hot. But that’s the best part of this kind of play. I learn new things about Starling—and myself—all the time. This was her addition to my barbarian suggestion, so it must be something that gets her worked up, too. Leaning into that, I add in a husky voice, “Knowing you want me to come inside you, to fill you up with my seed and give you a baby. It turns me on so much.”

Her lips part, her breath rushing out as she skims her hands from her breasts to the top of her tiny leather shorts. “I like the way you talk to me, captive. If you please my pussy as much as you please my ears, I might even let you finish on top.”

Before I can say, “Thank you, mistress, that would be fucking amazing,” she shifts to one side of my hips and quickly disposes of her shorts, revealing she has absolutely nothing on underneath.

She straddles me again, granting me a glimpse of her wet pussy in the candlelight that nearly undoes me all over again. But I clench my jaw and her hips in each hand, maintaining control as she fits my cock to her entrance and slowly sinks down.

She lets out a soft moan that summons a growl from low in my throat. “Yes,” she says, shifting forward to brace her hands on my chest. “Your cock pleases me, captive. I like the way you fill me.” She rises up until my head is barely held inside her before grinding down hard again. “I like it very much. You may worship my breasts as your reward.”

“Thank you,” I murmur as I cup her breast hard, squeezing the flesh as I flick my tongue quickly back and forth over her pebbled tip. “You taste like heaven.”

“I taste like the heat of battle,” she says, her breath coming faster as she rides me hard, taking her pleasure in a way that’s sexy as fuck. “And divine feminine power and red meat and campfire.”

“And all my dirtiest dreams,” I agree, lifting my hips as she slams down on my cock again, making her cry out.

“Yes,” she says, gripping the fur above my head for leverage as she strokes faster. “Just like that. Fuck me just like that.”

I’m pretty sure she’s fucking me, but I’m not about to argue with my warrior princess. “Yes, mistress. You feel so good, your pussy wet and dripping on my cock. I can’t wait to fill you up with my come, my baby.”

“My baby,” she corrects, her breath hitching as I catch her nipple lightly between my teeth. “Lineage descends through the mother in my…clan… Oh my God, oh my God, yes!”

She slams down on me one last time, her hips rocking as she rides out her orgasm. I can feel her slick walls gripping me tight as she comes, but I fight the urge to join her with everything in me, too desperate to have my barbarian on her back to lose it now.

“Permission to fuck you hard on top,” I grit out as her blissed-out moans and whimpers begin to grow softer and farther apart.

“Yes,” she says. “Yes, captive, take your reward.”

A beat later, I have my arm tight around her waist, flipping us over in one smooth motion, rolling on top without pulling my cock from her dripping pussy for a second. “Now, it’s my turn to claim victory on the battlefield of love,” I say as I grip her behind her thighs, pushing them up and out until she’s spread wide for me. I glance down, watching my cock drive in and out of her wet heat, pretty sure I’ve never seen anything sexier in my entire life than her pleasured and open and ready for me to come inside her.

“I’m going to give you that baby you want, mistress,” I say, taking her with the same savage vigor she employed in her turn on top, slamming my cock into her welcoming body as she moans and wriggles beneath me.

I come with a roar she echoes as she tumbles over a second time, and I silently give thanks for my girl, this tent, and the best Thanksgiving surprise ever.

Afterwards, we lie side by side on the soft fake fur, catching our breath for several minutes before Starling giggles.

I roll my head toward her. “What?”

“Claim victory on the battlefield of love,” she echoes, repeating my line.

“Too cheesy?” I ask, grinning. “I can pull it back a little next time.”

She shakes her head and tosses her bare leg over mine. “No way. In the moment, I was totally into it. It only got funny after.” She giggles again. “Kind of like my furry bra.”

I grip the inside of her bare thigh possessively. “No way. I love that bra. There’s nothing cheesy about that bra. That bra slayed.”

“You slayed,” she says with a happy sigh. “I love your pervert ways.”

“Right back at ya, beautiful.” I trail my hand up her thigh. “Never change. I want to keep perverting it up with you for a long time.”

“So, you’re not planning to break up with me next month?” she asks, but in an idle way that lets me know she isn’t really worried.

Still, I want to make sure she knows just how serious I am about this.

About us…

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