“Fuck. No,” he grunts as I twist both hands around his length. His hands are balled into fists and he could rip himself out of the restraints if he wants. But he loves me, he won’t. “I belong to you.”
“We should let them know.”
“Yes. How?”
I love that he’s so turned on, he can only speak in monosyllables. Each word is laced with lust and frustration.
“Should I take a picture of us fucking?”
His eyes widen and he shakes his head.
“Maybe one of you naked in my bed.”
This time he smirks, but still shakes his head.
“Then what can we do?” I hum and cup his balls. Patrick’s head falls back and the sexiest sound comes out of him. I smile as I take in his delicious neck. “Maybe I should mark you up.”
He grunts and I chuckle. I don’t think he even knows what he’s saying or doing. I roll his balls in my hand, squeezing as I do the same with his cock. He moans my name and it sends a shiver up my spine.
“Speak, Daddy,” I say with another squeeze and his head snaps forward, dark eyes meeting mine. Oh god, I think I came a little.
“I don’t care what you do, Lotus. I’m yours and you’re mine. You’ve always been mine,” he says slowly. My breath hitches at the low rumble of his voice, then suddenly it switches to something softer, more desperate as he adds, “Please stop playing with me.”
Biting my bottom lip, I smile. It’s a nice change being the one in charge, having all the power. With one hand still around his cock, I use the other to tease myself. I hold my breath as I drag a finger through my folds, spreading myself open. Patrick’s groan makes me smile, despite how turned on I am. Between the blow job and all this teasing, it’s a miracle I haven’t come yet. I push two fingers inside and moan loudly. My head falls back and my grip on him loosens.
“Attagirl, Lotus.”
I slide my fingers deeper. When I touch my clit, he whines. My head lolls and I force my eyes open as the soft sounds as I fuck myself echo through the room. Patrick meets my gaze and my inner walls clench at the look on his face. It’s no surprise I’m pregnant or the women online want him. This man is dangerous. My hand moves along his cock slowly as I twist my fingers and a quiver rolls through me.
“Enough. Tamara,” he warns when I don’t stop and reluctantly pull out.
I release him at the same time, both of us breathing heavily. I’m glad I was able to affect him a little with my torture. Licking my lips, I lift onto my knees and he nods, gaze burning into me as I align our hips. He never looks away as I grip him in one hand and notch him at my entrance. Another sound comes out of him and I bite my lip as I lower myself slowly. I grab his shoulders and roll my hips, sliding down inch by inch until my ass rests on his thighs. His cock twitches inside me and both of us moan. In this position he hits all the deeper spots, places he’s reached before, but never like this.
“Oh fuck, Trick.”
“Jesus, Lo. I need you to move, baby.”
I nod, but don’t budge. I’m incapable of doing anything but catching my breath right now. The minute I shift my hips, I know I’ll come. He thrusts up and as expected, an orgasm rolls through me. My fingers dig into his shoulders and he moans as I soak him. But he’s not done. He thrusts again and this time I’m prepared. I press down and he growls, glazed eyes meeting mine.
“Be a good boy. I promise I’ll give you everything.”
“Everything?”
I nod, rocking my hips back and forth slowly. His cock pulses, but I don’t stop. I move in slow circles, then swivel my hips in figure-eights. He leans back, gaze dark and focused, as I take my time, riding him steadily.
“Lotus,” he moans and I smirk. He’s starting to lose his control and I love it. “Fuck me. Mark me. And give me what I need.”
“Anything else?”
“Yeah, baby,” he whispers and when our eyes connect, I melt at what I see. “Love me.”
Leaning in, I press my mouth to his and the kiss rocks through me. His tongue seeks entrance and I part my lips. A whimper echoes between us and it takes me a minute to realise Patrick made the sound. I hold his face in both hands and deepen the kiss, feeling every bit of his love in the way his tongue and lips move against mine. My hips haven’t stopped; everything gets faster as a shiver runs up my spine. When the kiss breaks, we stare at each other. Like this is something new. Like we haven’t spent the last two months saying I love you every chance we got. He smiles and my heart twirls. This man is forever my entire heart and soul.
My walls flutter and clench around him, which causes his head to tip back, and he groans loudly. I drag a hand down his jaw to his neck and wrap my fingers around it as I continue to fuck him. His strong thighs support me beautifully as I explore his throat. The veins and muscles, the way his Adam’s apple bobs as I graze it. I press my other hand to his chest and lean in, my hips lifting off his slightly. He shudders and I mirror him when the cool air of the AC hits my pussy in this position. That doesn’t stop me from pressing my mouth to his neck and I suck.
“Attagirl,” he breathes out as I catch his skin between my teeth and tug. His head falls to the other side and I suck harder, very turned on by how much power I have over my Viking right now.
I release him and smile at the red mark on his skin—a combination of my lipgloss and my teeth marks. I trace it with my thumb and find Patrick watching me curiously.
