He sucked and kissed her, thrusting his finger faster. Her breathy cries and moans sounded like music, and he wanted more. He pulled back and stared up at her, seeing the lust on her face. An angel drawn to sin…by him.
With a pained grimace, he stood. “Unzip me and take me out.”
She unfastened his jeans with shaky fingers. “God, I want you.”
Words he loved to hear. “Me too. Take off that dress. Slowly.”
She stepped back and inched the dress up over her. She slipped it over her hips, gliding the material over her belly, her breasts. Then she let it roll over her shoulders and tossed it aside. Wearing nothing but heels, she stood before him—proud, sexy and unafraid.
“Christ.” He leaned down to take a firm nipple in his mouth while he played with her breasts. He had her writhing under his touch, a firm hold that demanded her obedience. Since fantasies of domination seemed to appeal to both of them, he put his hand at her neck and squeezed lightly. “Who do you belong to?”
Her blue eyes seemed impossibly dark as she answered, “You.”
“You,Sir,” he added to amp the kink.
“You, Sir,” she repeated.
He gave her nipple a tiny pinch and saw her start. “I can do whatever I want because I own you, don’t I?”
A strange emotion crossed her face, then disappeared just as fast, making him wonder what he’d seen. “Yes, Sir. Please fuck me, Sir.”
With his fingers around her neck, he used his hold on her to pull her behind the couch and bend her over. “Stay like that. Right there.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He slapped her ass, and she cried out.
“Ask me for another.” Fuck, he was close to coming. He loved playing games with Ann—she looked so innocent yet got off on being so dirty. His woman, for sure.
“Please, Sir. Spank me again.”
“Yes, angel. You need it.” He spanked her twice more, then couldn’t wait any longer. Positioning himself behind her, he guided himself to her pussy and thrust hard, gliding through her wet passage.
Like coming home.
He felt her grip him as she cried out, coming around him while he rode through to his own orgasm. Emptying inside Ann added to the feelings of dominance and possession. Total Neanderthal bullshit, but he didn’t care. He fucked her until his knees felt shaky and he grew lightheaded.
Spent, he withdrew and saw her red ass cheeks and the mess he’d left, and couldn’t be happier.
“See? No funny business, Ann. I promise.”
“You’re a dick, you know that?” Her voice was muffled by the couch and the hair over her face. She straightened and made a dash for the bedroom.
Feeling like a total stud, he cleaned himself up and waited for her to rejoin him. He’d had a sexual marathon of a weekend with hisgirlfriend. What more could a man want?
An image of Ann, pregnant, filled his mind’s eye. He wanted to be more uncomfortable at the thought, but he wasn’t. What the hell did that mean? Had his mother’s urgings and Julie’s pregnancy brainwashed him into wanting a kid? Or was it his own longings, a second chance with Ann and a future together, finally coming to the fore?
Ann returned wearing baggy sweats. Even so, she looked adorable. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkled with anger.
“What now?” he asked, happy and not at all repentant.
“You knew what I meant about no funny business.”
“You could have said no.” And he’d have stopped, even if it killed him.
Her red cheeks gratified him. “Yeah, well, I have no willpower when it comes to you. I swear, I have more dirty underwear than I know what to do with.”
“I could always wash your—”
