Page 80 of Bought By Sin

“I need you to feel how badly I mean that,” I explained, pulling her back down to kiss me.

Angling up so she could grind down against me, she made me groan as I slid my hands up her hips.

Fuck.

This was going too fast.

I need to savor this.

I had to embrace every second of her opening up to me like this, not only sexually but with a deeper, unspoken intimacy neither of us could deny. Stilling her with a grip on her hips, I turned my mouth away from her.

“Get my dick out and see for yourself,” I ordered.

This sweet, seductive moment couldn’t be rushed. If it took my being dominant and taking control of how this would play out, then that was how it would go. If she needed me to be the boss and in charge, then that was what I’d do.

She watched me after my order, and I reveled in the darker intensity of her bright-blue gaze on me.

It wasn’t an instruction but a command. And it was one she seemed to want to obey instantly. Leaning against me for leverage, she kissed me and lowered her hands until she reached my pants.

“Now, Mila. Feel how you make me hard. How you drive me fucking insane for you.” I wasn’t idle, kissing her back and hurrying through unbuttoning my shirt.

She fumbled at first, but once she unzipped me and began pushing my pants and boxers down my thighs, she seemed to rely on the rush of lust and adrenaline coursing through her. Because from how she panted and whimpered with impatience, she was experiencing the same race to fuck like I was, that urgency I had to temper and control.

“Feel how much I need to sink into your sweet pussy,” I taunted, letting this white-hot, molten need to be naked with her charge me to command her. To dictate what she had to do.

She nodded, submitting to me as we worked together to get my pants and boxers off.

The second the garments fell to my ankles, I pushed her higher on her knees. It brought her breasts to my face, and I didn’t lose a second to cup her ass and push her closer.

“Give me that tit,” I growled, urging her to smash her chest to my face. She did, and while I sucked and nipped at her sweet flesh, I used one hand to finger her. Kicking my pants off took some shifting, but so long as she kept her decadent nipples near my mouth and her cunt within reach of my hand, we could continue to savor the rub of our naked bodies flush together.

“Lev…” She panted it, a sexy, breathless wisp of my name that made me harder. “I need… I need…”

“You need this.” I sucked in air, staring at the dazzling blue gleam of desire in her eyes. Pushing her down so she’d bump her entrance against the tip of my cock, I gritted my teeth and willed myself to wait.

She lowered so slowly, her face twisted with frustration. But she obeyed me, following my lead.

My dick stood up stiff, a rigid shaft and throbbing with missing her. Precum leaked out the tip, but I knew that once she seated herself on me, she’d be soaking me with all that arousal and cream that I could smell already. That tangy, sweet essence of her that I was already addicted to having coated on my cock and in my mouth.

“Sit on me,” I told her, keeping my voice firm. “You take that dick into your pussy right now, Mila. Suck me in. Take it.”

She nodded, setting her hands on my shoulders as she lowered. Lining me up to her entrance took a second, but she didn’t falter. Under my orders, she thrived. She blossomed. She let go of all that heaviness she held in her heart, the secrets and past that she’d finally felt comfortable to share with me.

“Take my dick,” I ordered, trying not to grab the armrests and thrust my hips up into her, desperate to come. “Take it, Mila. Take my cock like a good girl.”

She moaned, kissing my lips with the most accuracy she could probably afford. Driven by lust, sinking under the pressure of an orgasm coming quickly, she was reduced to feeling—not thinking. She was only able to ride me—not hide herself.

Up and down, she leveraged herself on my shaft. She squeezed around me with that tight fit that I’d never tire of. Over and over, she bounced on my dick and arched her back. With every rise and fall, she rubbed her breasts over my chest, dragging the hard buds of her nipples over my skin. Along with each push down on me, she ground herself against me and got that friction she sought with her clit needing something more.

“You’re going to fuck me until you come, Mila. You’re going to ride me right now and feel how much I care.” I dug my fingers into her ass, urging her to lean back a little instead of making out with me and getting so desperate to breathe. Like this, with a few inches between us, I could recline and push my hips out more so she’d get more of the impact of slamming down on me. And like this, with her partly back from me, I could feast my eyes on her. Bouncing on my lap. Dancing on my dick. The sight of her breasts jiggling and swaying taunted me, pushing me closer to shooting my load in her and letting go.

“Lev,” she whined slightly, wincing with impatience again. “I need⁠—”

“You need my dick deep inside you, don’t you?”

She moaned, slumping against me to kiss me again.

I caught her, wrapping my arms around her and scooting forward in the chair.