Malcolm Blackwood will assert his control the minute he gets through the doors, likely commenting on how I run the place. It’s nothing like how he does his side, going like clockwork and formalities. But it works for us.
My dad’s not an asshole; he’s just old fashioned.
Indie’s voice drops, and my cock unintentionally stirs to life in my pants the minute it feels the friction matching the subtle movements of her hips. “Is he here for good?”
I bark a laugh, gripping her by the waist. “Can you not ask about my dad whilst grinding up on my dick?”
I tug her further up my lap, a mischievous smile tangling with the growing tension in the room. “Excuse me, I sat on your lap and you instantly hardened. Maybe learn a little control,boss.”
My gaze drops to her lips, resting there before passively gliding to those fox-like eyes. “I have no more control when it comes to you, Indie. You’ve ruined every ounce of self-restraint I learned over the years.”
Those hips crafted for sin pick up movement, rolling back and forth as she stares down at me, watching my every move. “Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
Frustration—along with the restraint against my zipper getting unbearable—gets the better of me.
I guide her off me to stand, hooking my finger in the waistband to yank the grey material and black panties down her legs, and tug her back in her original position.
Our lips meet in the middle, slow and unholy kisses mixing with the stroke of our tongues. Eager little fingers finding their way between us, the sound of metal clicks as she frees me, lifting her hips as I shove my cargos further down my thighs.
I glide my hand between the apex of her thighs, finding that slick, addictive heat. “Always wet for me, aren’t you, Indie darling?”
“Can you blame me?” she whispers, wisps of her dark brown locks flowing over her shoulder as she takes the hoodie off, blessing me with the sight of her.
My mouth latches onto the peak of her nipple, biting and teasing as I give each of them attention, her hips grinding in my hold as the warmth of her hand wraps around my length, slowly pumping me.
When she arches, she guides my throbbing head to her entrance, letting me inside with ease until she’s strangling me with her walls.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” I hiss through clenched teeth, her thighs trembling as she balances on the balls of her feet, panting fans of hot, rapid breaths against my cheek.
“Sit all the way down, Indie. You can take it,” I murmur, a guttural moan bursting from me when she does, mixing with her whimpers of my name. “Good girl.”
Her eyes flutter open as she adjusts to me, bones melting beneath my grip. My darling little monster loves to be praised. The desire that takes over her form is undeniable, and I take a mental note to use it whenever she doesn’t fucking listen to me.
I’m jerked forward, shaken from my wicked thoughts as she curls her fist around my bulletproof vest. Her firm demand has my cock twitching inside of her. “Take it off.”
A smirk plays on my lips; I’ve always seen myself as a dominant man, but fuck. I’d let this woman bark demands at me all day, just to fuck her into submission all night long.
I reach round to tug the Velcro of my vest, followed by my thermal.
She moans in appreciation, palms roaming along my core to my trap muscles, kneading her paws like a feline as she waves her hips. Desperation gets the better of me, and I fuck upwards into her, studying her as she gets lost in her own pleasure; it makes it worth it.
My inked hand stands stark against her flesh, my deviousness radiated on the outside, whilst hers is concealed from within. It travels up her sternum, gripping her neck as she arches backwards, straining her neck and showing me her pulse roaring, its wild beats thudding against the tips of my fingers.
“Fuck. Saint,” she gasps, the grinding of her hips picking up as I lean back in the chair, watching her bring herself to orgasm. The image of her burns into my retinas, sealing itself into my neocortex, counting myself lucky this goddess ismine.
I’ll think about every one of her performances until the day I die.
My grip tightens around her neck, finding that pressure point as she gasps, my thumb rolling lazy circles against her clit. “You like that, baby?”
Her strangled confirmation bleeds through the room, each of her moans forcing me closer to the edge, and my grip constricts a fraction more. “You like it when I hold your life in my hands, don’t you? WonderingifI’ll let go at the right moment, right when you’re about to explode around my cock.”
The moment the whites of her eyes show dominance, I let go, bucking my hips into her as she comes, her pussy clamping around my dick to the point I hiss a breath.
I fixate on her as she comes undone, eventually settling from her high as her vision refocuses, head tipping forward as she gazes at me through hooded eyes.
My hands snake up her waist, tilting her forward until my mouth ghosts the shell of her ear, whispering a threat I’ll make good on. “My turn.”
