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Emma Lia Grant
It’s been a tough,depressing month for Tristan. He is carrying some deep wounds, and although he’s still incredibly angry with Joseph Broussard, he’s mourning the loss of their father-son relationship. Shutting his father out of his life has been comparable to losing him due to death. But I’m hoping tonight will help him forget about his grief for awhile.
I’m leaning against the bathroom counter smudging a black kohl line on my lower lid when Tristan moves to stand behind me. He kisses the side of my face, watching our reflections in the bathroom mirror as I melt againsthim.
He pulls my silk robe and hair away from my neck and shoulder, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses to that sweet spot below myear.
“What are you doing?” There’s a hint of scolding to my tone, but I can’t stop the corners of my mouth from tuggingupward.
“Don’t be coy. You know exactly what I’m doing.” His voice is deep and husky, and the sound of it so close to my sensitive ear ignites tingles down low in mypelvis.
I place the eyeliner pencil on the counter and lean against his body, surrendering to him. “We’re going to be late if you startthis.”
“I don’t care if we’re late. In fact, I don’t care if we go atall.”
Tristan isn’t looking forward to this—this, being my introduction to the club. I’m his and he’d prefer to keep me to himself… here, at home. He doesn’t want anyone from the lifestyle to so much as look upon me. His exactwords.
He confessed his jealousy when Easton saw and wanted me. Coveted me. That’s what Tristan called it. He said it was difficult, but he overlooked his best friend’s desire to have what belonged to him. He excused him because he said that Easton didn’t understand the feelings he had for me. But he wouldn’t be so forgiving of anyoneelse.
“Easton is your best friend. We can’t skip his birthdayparty.”
He places more kisses against my neck, provoking the tingles in my pelvis to strengthen. “I know, but I want to keep you all to myself. I’m a selfish fucker thatway.”
“Yes, you are. But I am all yours, Tristan. You knowthis.”
“I know, bebelle.” I try to twist in his arms but he holds me firmly and sucks my earlobe into his mouth while gliding his hand around my waist. He lowers it so his hand cups my crotch, his fingers circling me through the silky fabric. “And this pussy is mine. Only mine. Sayit.”
“My pussy is yours. Only yours.” He never tires of hearing me say thosewords.
“Good girl.” And I love hearing those two words. They literally have the power to make me do anything forhim.
He flattens his palm against the center of my back and pushes. “Bendover.”
I lower my upper body and flatten my palms on the bathroom vanity. I’m in a teasing mood, so I sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my ass over his hardeningcock.
His hand comes down against my cheek. “Spread yourfeet.”
He grasps the bottom of my robe and pulls it up, exposing my backside. He palms my ass and then glides his fingers through the part between my thighs, rubbing the barely-there crotch of my thong. I’m already wet. And I know that makes him very happy. Andhard.
He clenches the waist of my thong in his fist and pulls it down my legs, discarding it on the floor. His fingers glide through my slick cleft from behind and I rhythmically shift my hips, rocking against hishand.
With his free hand, he reaches for my chin. He grasps it, forcing me to watch our reflections in the mirror. “Eyes on mine. I want to see them while I fuck your pussy. I want to watch your face when youcome.”
He drops his towel and guides his tip into my wet entrance. He enters slowly, giving me a moment to acclimate to the position before the savage fucking begins. “Your cunt is so damn tight around my cock in thisposition.”
His mouth is filthy. And I loveit.
He grasps my hips and guides me on and off of his hard dick. I move forward and backward, tilting up my ass, and together we master the perfect motion. We speed the pace until his balls are slapping against me. My moans, his groans, and the wet friction sound grow louder, drowning out every other sound in theworld.
He tightens his grip on my hips and thrusts urgently. His tense jaw, the concentration on his face, his increasing rate of breathing—I recognize the growing frenzy. Our bodies are perfectly in sync with oneanother.
I can no longer subdue my voice. “Please come inside me, Tristan. Deep andhard.”
I’ve learned that this submissive can give orders to her Dom… as long as she says please in a very sweet and seductiveway.
As though his body obeys my commands, he groans, and I know that hot spurts of semen are flooding my womb. He pulls me onto his cock and holds me there, filling my body with every drop of cum within his body until he’sempty.
