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I was right.
He kept his hands on either side of me, using his strong arm and shoulder muscles to hunker over me, taking his time to suck and nip one nipple then the other.
When he finally lifted his head, he issued the kind of growl that would terrify most people. For me, it kept the explosive fire going, flames licking at every inch of my skin. The man was nothing but a primal beast.
“Arms over your head.” His command was not to be ignored. If I did, I had no doubt he would punish me in one way or the other.
I did as I was told, lifting both slowly.
He cocked his head, his upper lip curling, and balanced his body on one hand while he positioned the tip of his cock against my swollen folds. As he brushed it up and down, I could hear a slight deep chuckle. It was almost demonic but to me it was amazing, the vibrations coursing through me as electric as the man.
As he slipped just the tip inside, I sucked in my breath, holding it as I stared up at him. He had a way of making me feel so special. Even though he required my full surrender, something I would have never considered before, I wanted to become his little fawn. His good girl. His…
Everything.
Was that crazy? Was it possible that we could mean something special to each other, sharing our lives? I couldn’t believe I was even thinking this way. There was no such thing as love at first sight. None. My mother had drilled that into me long ago when I’d been wailing over finding my one and only high school sweetheart with my then best friend.
This was entirely different. I sensed he’d never been this way with anyone else.
His utter authority of me continued even as I wrapped my legs around his thighs, squeezing both in enticement. I could tell he was determined to take his time, sliding his cock deeper inside an inch at a time.
Every sensation, every deep throb of my core was amplified as he pushed inside. I was in awe, my heart racing and lights flashing in front of my eyes. I’d never thought anyone could command my body this way, teaching while giving, taking while demanding.
All the ugly stories, all the hatred and jealousy I’d sensed he’d had to endure hadn’t changed the real man inside.
The one who’d managed through all his horrors to remember that love just might conquer all. Who was I kidding? This wasn’t about love. Or was it? Even if a tiny part of me felt something so strong for the man, I wasn’t stupid enough to believe he could feel the same.
That was the one thing that had been stripped from him and it nearly crushed me.
He pulled almost all the way out, toying with me as he’d done before. When he thrust his thickness into me again, the force pushed the wind out of me. I was fighting to obey him, intertwining my hands together, arching my back to try to get even closer. Just watching the various flashes in his eyes was incredible. I had a sense the man was being awakened from a deep sleep, feeling our connection as deeply as I did.
He pumped several times, his rhythm perfect as if he was timing his brutal actions by a metronome. I enjoyed basking in his masculine beauty, doing my best not to blink as he fucked me long and hard.
The powerful man had the stamina of a bull. Even his nostrils flared as if acknowledging he’d conquered me. If he only knew how much I enjoyed surrendering. The acknowledgment was incredible.
Every brutal thrust was jarring, boosting the electricity we shared. I couldn’t stop trembling, still squeezing my knees against his sides.
It was amazing to feel as one, doing what I could to meet every savage thrust. When he suddenly pulled out completely, I was shocked, unable to continue obeying him by keeping my arms over my head. I reached for him, managing to claw his arms.
“Such a very bad girl. What am I going to do with you?”
How could any man’s voice be that deep, that sensual? His question wasn’t about bothering to allow me to answer. He remained the controlling barbarian he’d been determined to be, wrapping one hand around my throat and lifting me until I was kneeling. When he shoved my stomach against the back of the couch, I knew exactly what he was going to do.
Fuck me in the ass.
Lesson to self. Never act as if you can push a dominating man like Easton away.
It would be interesting if I would listen.
I could tell by his heaving chest he was no longer in the mood to wait, kicking my legs apart then immediately driving the tip of his cock against my dark hole.
“Every inch. Mine.”
There was something intoxicating about his voice and his demanding and very possessive words. I did nothing more than clamp my fingers around the back edge of the couch while I closed my eyes. I’d learned by being with him that euphoria came in many forms.
No one could have ever made me believe I’d enjoy being fucked in my most forbidden place but here I was, moaning as I jutted my hips back.
Perhaps my actions were nothing but another incentive, as if he needed one by now. While he was as gentle as he could be, slipping his cock in an inch at a time, he plunged the final couple of inches. It was easy to tell his patience was all but gone.
