But it’s not enough.
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. But there’s part of me that wants nothing more than to have you on your knees for me.” Slowly, I let my hand move between her thighs, and when my fingertips find what they’re looking for, she rewards me by widening her legs. “To watch you make a mess of my cock as I fuck your throat.” A small desperate whimper slips past her lips as the tip of my index finger slidesthrough her arousal. “To see the look on your face when I fuck you so hard you know you’ll feel me there for days. To watch you call my name when you come.” I tease her by inserting just the tip of my finger into her pussy, and when she thrusts against me, I pull back, leaving her desperate for more. “To have you begging for more of what onlyIcan give you.” I give her one fierce but quick kiss, then whisper against her lips, “To hear you utter the words, ‘Yes, sir.’” She gasps against my mouth, but her pupils blow wide with excitement.
“Is that something you want, Sweetheart?”
She nods as she exhales a ragged breath.
“I need to hear the words.”
Her eyes search mine for only a moment, and when a small smile tugs at her lips, I know she’s going to give me what I want. So when she lifts her hips, I slowly slide two fingers back inside of her before she mutters the words, “Yes, sir.”
Oh, fuck, yes.
“That’s my girl.” I thrust my fingers to the hilt inside of her. She tips her head back and let’s out a loud moan, and the sight of it sends whatever blood’s left flowing through my body straight to my cock. “You look so beautiful, Sweetheart. So fucking beautiful taking my fingers. Imagine what you’ll look like taking my cock.”
Abigail’s eyes snap open as her cunt tightens around my fingers, and I know I don’t have much time. Because as desperate as I am to hear her come, I’m even more desperate to hear it while she’s wrapped around my cock.
Reluctantly, I pull my fingers out and smile to myself as I listen to her sweet, sweet whimper. But the sound is replaced with something even more satisfactory as she watches me slip my fingers into my mouth. Tasting every drop of her delicious arousal.
“I’m going to do all of those things I mentioned, Sweetheart. But not right now. Right now is going to be fast and rough. I need to feel this pussy around my cock.” Her chest heaves as she listens to my words. “Tell me that’s okay.”
I may not phrase it as a question, but we both know it is. Because regardless of my sexual proclivities, I would never do something she wasn’t comfortable with, not after everything she’s already been through. But when she smiles and gives me another, “yes, sir,” I know this beautiful woman is up for more than meets the eye.
Desperate to see all of her, I grab the middle of what looks like one of Lawson’s extra shirts in both fists and, with one swift yank, I rip it in two.
Her eyes flare. “Okay. If you guys are going to keep ripping my clothes, we’re going to have a prob—”
I gently wrap one hand around the base of her throat and crash my mouth against hers. I explore her mouth for a moment before biting at her lower lip. Her small yelp from the sting of pain sends a shiver up my spine. “You may get away with that sass with the other three, but not with me, Abbie.”
My jaw clenches as her eyes narrow. “Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?”
I’ve seen it since the day I met her. The fire. The sass. The pure determination to be whoever she wants to be. And I’d never dull that spirit in her. Hell, I’ve been desperate to witness it, and I know I’m one of the luckiest men alive to get a front-row show. But I’d be lying if I also said I didn’t want a shred of her submission. For her to be the woman who will let go just enough for me to show her just how much I worship the ground she walks on.
My hand squeezes around her slender throat just a little tighter. “Do not push me, Abigail.”
Her hazel eyes flare up at me. Her cheeks heating at the challenge. “I’m starting to think that…” she murmurs as she reaches around one of her legs and undoes the button of my jeans, followed by the zipper with one hand. “I’m starting to think I want to.”
With my opposite hand, I help her free my cock, and I practically fucking weep when her fingers brush against it. But just when I think she’s going to wrap her fingers around it, she lifts her hand in front of my face, palm facing up. When I look at her in question, she raises a brow, bites her fucking lip, and wiggles her fingers.
Gathering a bead of saliva in my mouth, I spit it into her palm. “I think I’ve severely underestimated you.”
She smiles. It’s mischievous. Pure. Real. “Most men do.”
Before I can say anything else, Abigail wraps her hand around my cock. The hand not around her neck slams against the table, as I brace myself so I don’t fall the fuck over. I get lost in the feeling of her hand around me, and before I know it, the familiar feeling of an orgasm races up my spine.
No.
“Abigail. Sweetheart. You gotta stop. I’m gonna come.” She doesn’t stop. Instead, she grips me tighter, her own small moans of satisfaction joining mine. “Fuck.Abigail, stop. Now.”
She still doesn’t stop.
No. Fuck no. I’m not coming in her fucking hand. Not happening.
I force myself to get a fucking grip and wrap my hand around her wrist before pinning it to the table next to her head. Leaning over, my hold on her neck tightens once more, and I know at this point it’s getting a little difficult for her to breathe. But she doesn’t budge.
Instead, she rubs her pussy against my throbbing cock.
“What did I say about pushing me?” I snarl against her lips.
