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Sabella watched his face. She watched the emotion that suddenly contorted it, and felt the pain that struck inside her. Pain and hunger, twisted hopes and shadowed fears that she couldn’t hang on to.
Oh God. Like before. A part of her. She sucked him deeper, eagerly, watching the wild fire in his eyes, watching his face, the dark lust that filled it, the agony that creased it, and she fought to fill him with pleasure. He loved this. He loved the total dominance he was releasing against her, he loved her need to buck against it, her need to feel that power, that force inside him that urged her to fight it, as well as to submit to it.
Conflicting pleasures and urges that she knew would leave the memories of his past dominance a pale shadow. He was going to take her tonight. Tonight, she would have everything he had ever held back from her. Tonight she would know, finally, the man she had held but whose dark core she had never been given a glimpse into.
And she loved it. She loved the sense of struggle between them, of being able to assert and to submit.
And he was making sure of the submit part. Both hands dug into her hair, clenched and held her still as his cock pushed past her lips in short, hard strokes.
“Fuck. You love it.” He held her head still, dragged his cock back slowly before pressing back in in a series of short, hard strokes. “You love it, baby. Your mouth filled with my cock, your body burning for me.”
She gripped his thighs, her nails digging into the chaps, so turned on by the sight of his cock jutting out from leather and denim that she was creaming furiously. She could feel her juices washing to her panties, slick and hot, tormenting her clit as the folds of her pussy became saturated with the heat of her moisture.
She clenched her thighs together, her vision dazing as his head tipped back, long hair rippling around his face, and his hips moved. He fucked her mouth as she tightened around his cock. Rippled her tongue over the underside and moaned at the taste of him.
Could anything be sexier? Hotter? Total and complete dominance. He was going to push her, and she knew it. He was going to crawl so deep inside her that she didn’t have to worry about being free of him.
“Damn you,” he panted, staring down at her again, pausing, then pulling back slow and easy, seeing the moisture of her mouth glistening on his cock before he pushed back, lost control for fragile seconds, and fucked her lips like a man dying for the sensation.
Ragged pleasure, sensations sharp and hot, wrapped around the head of his cock, struck his balls, and then raced up his spine to sizzle in the base of his brain.
Damn, he had never known pleasure like this. Never before Sabella.
He forced himself to pause, his breathing harsh, heavy.
He jerked back, pulling his cock from her lips before he could spill his come in her mouth. Pulling her to her feet, he spun her around, gripping her wrists and forcing her to wrap her hands around the cherry spindles of the stair railing.
“Stay there.” He nipped her shoulder as she arched her back, her denim-clad ass rubbing against his cock.
Reaching around in front of her, he jerked her belt loose, unsnapped and unzipped the shorts and pushed them over her thighs.
Sliding his hand between her thighs, he cupped the humid heat of her pussy through her panties, felt the damp need, the roll of her hips as his fingers played over her clit.
The fingers of his other hand cupped her breast, rolled her nipple.
“God, your nipples are so hard. So tight.” He raked his lips over her shoulder, glimpsed her profile.
Closed eyes, lashes feathering her cheeks, her face flushed and dazed with pleasure. Her lips were parted, reddened, swollen from his dick shuttling between them.
He groaned against her shoulder as he shoved her panties down her legs and palmed her bare sex.
“So slick and wet.” He let his teeth rasp over her shoulder, moving to her neck.
Sabella was lost in the pleasure. She held tight to the spindles, feeling it washing through her body like a tidal wave. Swamping her with sensation.
“Such a pretty sweet pussy.” He cupped her again, his fingers caressing around her clit, never close enough to send her rocking into orgasm. “It’s so pretty and tiny. So tight and hot it’s all I can do not to come just thinking about it.”
She felt her juices flood her channel, spread her legs further, and trembled with the need to come.
“You like it when I get nasty, don’t you, Sabella?” He licked her neck, one hand gripping the front of her neck and tilting it back. “Look at me, baby. Tell me how much you like being nasty with me.”
Her lashes lifted and she stared into the navy blue fire raging in his eyes.
She wasn’t ready to submit to him.
She smiled tauntingly. “You’re so bad,” she drawled, letting her Southern accent free, tempting him with it, reminding him of everything they had once had. “Maybe I’m just going along with you.”
His hand landed against the curve of her ass in a light little slap. The feel of it streaked across her nerve endings, a light little fire that she needed. She needed that racing pleasure-pain, the intensity of the sensation burning through her mind.
