Page 56 of Against The Boards

“Oh my God. Please…” she moaned.

“Please what, angel?”

“Please unravel me.”

“Let go. I’ve got you,” I urged her. I removed my hand from our connection so I could cradle her in my arms and look her in the eyes while I took her over the cliffs of pleasure.

“Please,” she cried out.

“Come for me, angel. I’ve got you.”

Our bodies slapped together, and she lifted her hips up to meet my thrusts. I was unraveling the sexy woman who used to want to murder me but who relinquished her control to me. It was a sexy thing when a strong-willed, opinionated woman like Roxanne gave up control to let me have the reins.

“Fuuuckk,” she moaned while she shuddered beneath me. Her legs slipped back down to the bed, and she pressed her hands into my chest.

“What the—” I started, and then somehow I wasn’t inside her anymore and was on my back, looking up at the woman hovering over me.

She pressed her hands flat onto my chest. “I want to be in charge,” she snarled at me while she slid down onto my cock in one swift motion.

“Hey!” I growled back. My hands bit into her ass while she rode me, and from her gasp, I knew she liked it. I grinned wickedly at her. “I should spank that ass of yours for being such a bad girl.”

She ground herself on top of me and gave me a cheeky grin. “I want to break you like you just broke me. I want to watch you come undone beneath me until you’re moaning my name,” she growled.

“Roxanne, please, take what you want. I’m yours,” I moaned beneath her.

She leaned down to kiss me, and I sneakily slid my finger to her clit. She might have thought she was in charge, but I knew how to have her falling apart in my hands. I circled the tiny bud with my finger until she cried out in release, riding me hard and digging her fingernails into my chest. I loved watching her let go like this, trusting me with this intimate part of herself. Watching her tip back her head in passion while she came on top of me was a beautiful sight.

“That’s it, angel. Ride my dick like the bad girl you are,” I said and dug my hands into her hips.

“I am a bad girl,” she agreed.

I slapped her ass. “So fucking bad.”

She ground on top of me. “Come for me, Benny. Please?”

She didn’t have to ask me twice; I held her hips down onto me and thrusted up inside her uncontrollably until I was coming in long, hot spurts.

We were both panting and glistening with sweat. She reached down to push a sweaty chunk of my hair out of my face. Then she did something that surprised me; she cupped my face and gingerly pressed her lips to mine. It was a sweet gesture, but the kiss was over before I could process it, and then she hopped off of me.

I got rid of the condom while she was in the bathroom, but when she came back, she laid down on the bed beside me, still naked and beautiful. Like a fucking angel. She shifted onto her side so her arm was around my waist, and she stroked my hair with her other hand. I smiled that she remembered how much I liked to be held after sex.

“Are we gonna talk about you calling me angel?” she asked.

I closed my eyes. Shit. I had called her that. “You said you don’t like being called baby. Is it okay if I call you angel?”

“Why did you call me that?” she asked.

“Because you looked like an angel laid out on the bed for me.”

“You’re not gonna ask if I fell from heaven?”

I laughed and turned in her arms. “No, because we both know you crawled up from hell to annoy me.”

“Ass!” she screeched and pinched my side.

I pinned her arms above her head and straddled her, my cock thickening in interest again already. This feisty woman made me so hard. “Admit it, Rox. You love bickering with me.”

She gave a sheepish look and nodded. “Fine, you’re right, I kinda do. You’re hot when you’re all riled up.”