Page 14 of Hannah's Dom

When he used that dark, hard, smooth tone of voice, she wanted to do anything he said. It should have scared her, but instead, it made her body tingle.

She carefully lay down next to him. He adjusted the pillow, then pulled the blanket from her and spread it over them. He tucked her back against his chest, wrapped an arm around her waist, and sighed. “Good night, Sweetheart.”

Hannah swallowed. “Good night.” She thought it would be impossible to go to sleep, but the heat radiating from his body and the way he held her made her feel safe for the first time ever. She was asleep between one moment and the next.

She slept harder than she could ever remember and woke up groggy and disoriented. It took her a moment to realize she was lying on top of Jake with her head tucked under his chin and one of his hands on her bare ass. She took a moment to enjoy his feel before she moved.

God, that couldn’t be comfortable for him. She tried to shift, but his hand tightened, making it impossible to get off him. She lifted her head to see his eyes were open and staring at her.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

“Why are you sorry, Sweetheart?”

“For crawling on you.”

“You didn’t. I lifted you onto my chest.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to feel more of you. I think I could become addicted to sleeping with you.”

Her eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

Her thoughts splintered when his hand moved over her ass, and at one point, his fingers slid into the crease pressing against her asshole. She’d never felt anything like it in her life, and she didn’t know if it was bad for her to enjoy it.

His fingers slid farther down until he touched her cunt. “Fuck. You’re so fucking wet. Do you like it when I touch you?”

She nodded. “Yes. But I think it makes me bad.”

“Why? I love that you enjoy my hands on you because they’ll be on you a lot if I have my way.”

Her nails dug into his shoulder, and her eyes slid closed when his caresses got a little bolder. She wasn’t aware that she’d spread her legs until he growled.

“That’s it. Let me feel you.”

She felt a blush overtake her face as his fingertip entered her pussy. He didn’t go further than that, and she wanted to scream at him, but she didn’t know why.

“Fuck, you’re tight, baby girl.”

She heard his voice but couldn’t understand the words. Her whole focus was on the way he was making her feel. He pushed in a little deeper and then pulled out, making her cry out.

“Easy. I’ve got you.”

“I … I need … something.”

“I know what you need. Relax, and let me give it to you.”

“What will you do?” she asked.

“I’m going to make you feel good.”

Before she could utter another word, he thrust his finger inside of her.

“You’re not a virgin, but your cunt is fucking tight, telling me you don’t have a lot of experience or it’s been a long time.”

“Time for what?”

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