“You told me it was only one guy.”
“Yes.”
“When were you with him the last time?”
“Two years ago, give or take.”
“I’m not even gonna pretend this doesn’t appeal to my inner caveman.” I chuckle.” I don’t need to see anything, baby.” My hand drags higher up her thigh. She exhales shakily, the tension bleeding out of her shoulders as I tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze.
My palm presses between her thighs, parting her legs wider, shifting her down against the hard line of me. I stroke her slow through the denim, a tease that has her breath stuttering.
“Fucking perfect,” I growl, letting my teeth scrape the tender skin of her neck.
Before she can gasp another word, I hook an arm around her waist, haul her up and throw her over my shoulder. She squirms once, a halfhearted protest swallowed by a helpless sound that only makes me harder.
“Quiet,” I order, my palm cracking lightly against the back of her thigh. “You’re done deciding tonight.”
I carry her upstairs in long, deliberate strides, every step pounding with purpose, her body draped over me. Straight into my bedroom.
I slam the door shut behind us and toss her onto the bed. She lands with a startled gasp, bouncing once before I’m on her, my weight pinning her down.
“Don’t move.” The words grind out of me, dark and final, as I peel her jeans and underwear down in one rough drag.
Her chest heaves, eyes blown wide, but she doesn’t fight me. Her thighs shift instead, rubbing together.
“Spread.”
She hesitates only a second before her legs part, slow and shaky, obedience written all over her.
“Good girl,” I rumble in approval, and the sound rips a gasp from her throat. My hand slides between her thighs, fingers sinking into her slick heat, and my laugh comes low, dirty. “So fucking wet for me. You love it, don’t you, being told what to do?”
Her hips are jerking helplessly into my hand.
“Answer me.” The demand cuts sharp.
“Yes,” she gasps.
“Yes what?” I bite at her throat, circling her clit harder.
“I love it.” Her voice breaks, but her eyes stay locked on mine, wide and wrecked. “You telling me what to do.”
“Perfect answer, baby,” I hiss, pushing a finger deep inside her, claiming her roughly. “I’m going to fuck you so good.”
Her chest rises in shallow pulls, lips parted, pupils blown. She’s trembling, thighs shifting, unsure whether to close them or spread wider.
“Arms up.” My tone brooks no argument. She obeys, and I rip her top over her head. When her hands twitch like she wants to grab me, I growl against her ear.
“Did I say you could put them down?”
She lifts her arms back up instantly, and I pin her wrists hard above her head with one hand. With the other, I tear my belt open, shove my pants low, and drag the thick length of me against her slick opening, smearing myself in her arousal.
She moans, tries to grind up to take me, and I slam her back into the mattress, pinning her harder.
“Not until I say so.”
I slide along her wetness, my weight heavy over her, whispering against her ear. “God, you feel perfect under me. Soft. So fucking pretty.” My cock glides against her folds, teasing her clit until she writhes, desperate for more. “I should stretch you with my fingers first,” I murmur, sliding two inside her to make her gasp, curling just enough to make her cry out. Then I pull them free, coat myself with her juices, and line up. “But I think you’re too eager to wait, aren’t you?”
She nods, chest rising fast, eyes locked on mine as she lies back, open, ready, breath coming hard.
