“Why not? It will be our baby, yes? My ring on your finger, my name as our name.” Shrugging as best he could in his prone position, Reaux let his hand drop. “Condom or no, the choice is up to you, Bennie. The question is not if you get pregnant, but when. I’ll happily wait, but admit it, you have a yen to be held down, fucked, and bred.”
“You really are annoying.”
“At least I’m honest.”
“And arrogant.”
“Guilty.”
“And not even a little bit modest.”
He grinned and held up two fingers with the pads almost touching. “A little. Fractionally.”
“Insufferable. Egotistical.” Muttering to herself, Violet shifted position, clearly making the decision without any further discussion. The head of his cock dragged up and down her slit, guided by her hand, and she moaned darkly as it forged deep into hot, wet, silky heaven. “Fucking perfect.”
No disagreement from his end, he thought as she took him inside her down to the balls, her head falling back, body bowing. For a moment, she was utterly still, a snapshot of time, a beautiful memory of feminine power in action.
When he tried to set his hands on her hips, Violet slapped them away, setting her palms on his bare chest and digging her nails into his pectoral muscles in warning. The tiny bites of pain fueled his lust, like spurs nudging into a stallion’s sides.
“This is my show, boy. Keep your hands to yourself; you’ll get your turn later.”
Damn straight, he would. She had no idea what he had in store for her once he got her on her knees. That waspish mouth would be too full to snark at him, that was for sure, and when his balls were empty, he was planning on using everything at his disposal to make her scream, come, and eventually shatter on his cock.
Payback was a bitch; karma was queen.
By the end of the night, she was going to be boneless, drooling, and all his again.
Allhis.
Willing to play nice for now, Reaux lifted his hands and linked them behind his head. It seemed the safest way to remove the temptation to touch her—if he didn’t have those wonderful breasts filling his palms soon, he was going to go insane. “Yes, ma’am.”
Satisfied with his compliance, Violet dug her nails in harder, anchoring herself as her hips began to rock, shakily at first,growing more confident with every stroke. Tight muscles gripped his length; heat and slick wetness surrounded his cock, sucking him deeper, possessing him to the roots of his soul.
He missed the Violet of old, the sub who’d serenaded him with gasps and moans, quiet squeaks and squeals of pleasure. She’d vocalized everything she felt, given him the gift of hearing it in the sweetest voice.
Now she rode him with conviction, long-forgotten rhythms coming back in force, her body awakening and rememberingexactlywhat it was made to do like a rusted machine clunking back to life, newly oiled gears seizing and grinding before picking up momentum.
Her hips twisted, rolling, pumping, using him mercilessly.
Not that he minded; the view was incredible, the sensations indescribable.
He lost all sense of time, too fascinated with how her thigh muscles flexed as she bounced, the sheer concentration in her dark eyes as she stared blindly beyond him. He recognized that expression, the one that told him she was with him physically, but mentally, she was focusing on hunting down her pleasure and taking it all.
Only, she couldn’t find it.
Damp with sweat, breathing heavy with exertion, Violet grunted and slapped her hands on his chest in frustration. “Goddamn it.”
“Need help?”
“No.” She shook her hair back, blew out a breath, then nodded. “Yes.”
“Do you want to stay on top?”
“I just want to get off, Reaux.”
The temptation to make her beg was fierce, but the underlying note of desolation in her voice made it impossible.
Giving her a pat on the side of the ass, he jerked his chin. “Up you get, Bennie. Take a minute, relax.”
