Tristan carries me across the room to my bed, and together we fall with him on top of me. My hands bury in the back of his thick, silky hair, but it’s short-lived because he grabs my wrists and pins them over my head. I’m not typically one to tolerate my movement being restricted, but I don’t mind this little bit of restraint.
He gently bites my lower lip and then sucks it into his mouth. He makes a game of nibbling and kissing my mouth—advance and retreat.
He uses his knees to spread my thighs apart. With my legs pushed apart, I can feel how wet that I already am. Proof that I’m turned on.
This is happening. And I’m letting it.
It’s wrong. I know that it is, but it feels so damn good.
Everything that happens tonight… I can regret all of it tomorrow.
13
Tristan Broussard
Emma Lia is lookingat me, and her expression is a combination of lust and hesitancy and uncertainty. The vein in the side of her neck is pulsating more forcefully than it was even a moment ago. I’m terrified that she is going to change her mind and back out. But I won’t let her. I’ve wanted to be inside this woman since the moment I saw her in my casino, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her here and make that happen.
I grip her wrists tighter when the Dom inside me fights for control. The bastard wants to tie her to the bed and fuck her senseless. Stretch her pussy and asshole until she cries. Wreck her beyond repair. Torture her without mercy. Take joy in her tears.
I reel the monster back when I feel myself becoming unhinged. I can’t let the Dom out to play, or she’ll never agree to stay and be my sub.
I release her wrists, but her arms stay in place over her head, making her tits thrust outward. Inviting me to toy with them. She inhales deeply when I squeeze her right tit and suck the nipple into my mouth. So soft and springy. I’ve almost forgotten what a real breast feels like.
I push up on it from the bottom and open wider, taking more of it into my mouth. They aren’t huge breasts but they’re full and perky. Big enough to be tittyfucked, which I plan to do sometime very soon.
Her nipple grows taut against my tongue when I suck harder. She arches her back and laces her fingers through the back of my hair, pulling me closer.
Kissing. Making out. This isn’t the way I do things, but Emma Lia needs this to transition into her new role. And for some reason, I don’t mind being this way with her.
Releasing the suction on her nipple, I kiss her neck and collarbone. Probably a little bit too aggressively in my need to devour her.
Missionary. Another thing that I don’t do; I don’t like to look at the face of my submissive while I’m fucking her. That shit’s for people in love. But something about being face-to-face with Emma Lia, the front of my body pressed against hers while our bodies join as one, is oddly erotic. And my dick must think so too. I can’t remember it ever being bigger or harder.
I’ve spent months fantasizing about the first time I would fuck Emma Lia, but this isn’t the way I pictured it. She was going to be on her hands and knees moaning while she took my cock from behind. Maybe even with a spreader bar between her legs.
I inhale deeply and release my breath slowly, getting myself in check so that I do this the way that I think she’ll want it. The way that’ll make her want to stay and become mine.
I softly brush my lips against hers before giving her another slow kiss. I make it sweet and tender, the way that I believe a man in love would kiss his beloved. I know that she’ll like that.
Her hands move to my upper arms, where my biceps are curled and flexed from holding the brunt of my weight. Her fingertips brush over the taut muscles, and I’m surprised by the way her soft, simple feminine touch makes me feel. Her body is so small beneath mine. I’m stunned by the incredible dominance I feel over her without exerting a bit of control or pain.
Her hand again laces through my hair, and she strains upward, moving her mouth toward my ear. She nibbles my lobe and breathes hard into my ear canal, sending chills down one side of my body. It has been a very long time since anyone dared to make my skin prickle, but it’s not an unwelcome sensation.
I push her legs apart and settle my body between them. She grips my biceps when I position my impatient, throbbing cock at her entrance, and I become concerned. Maybe she’s scared. Maybe she isn’t ready. Maybe she needs a little more… foreplay.
I shift my weight to one arm and glide my hand down between our bodies to make sure she’s ready. I can’t contain the moan in my throat when my fingers meet the wettest pussy they’ve ever encountered. She’s so fucking ready.
Her eyes are on mine, and I don’t mistake the passion that I see there. Emma Lia wants me as much as I want her.
I grasp the base of my cock, rubbing it up and down her slick slit and over her clit. Her immediate response is to rock her hips and dig her fingertips into my flesh. “Ohhh.”
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Mmm.”
I take that as a yes. I push the head of my cock into her narrow slit and… holy shit. Shivers run down my spine when I process just how small her pussy is and how tightly it’s going to squeeze my length when I get it fully inside her.
I advance an inch at a time, her warm and wet vagina welcoming my cock inside, until I’m buried balls deep inside her. Fuck. It’s a tight fit.
