Page 38 of Leverage & Obedience

Fuck. “Yes.”

“How I’m going to breed this pretty pussy over and over again until it sticks?”

I writhe and moan, “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He’s pounding into me relentlessly as the tension coils tighter. This isn’t just sex. It’s coming home.

He hits a perfect spot, and suddenly, I’m flying.

The first orgasm hits me without warning. I cry out while my pussy clenches around him, pulse after pulse of pleasure crashing over me. I cling to his shoulders while he fucks me through it, dragging out every wave of pleasure.

“That’s one,” he growls as he slows his thrusts.

He’s not done with me.

He stays inside me, rocking against me slowly while I shake. I’m completely wrecked, waiting for my legs to remember how to work.

When I can breathe again, I brush my mouth against his earlobe.

“Bren.”

“Yeah.”

“I want to be on top.”

He lifts his head. His eyes glitter with lust. Oh, someone likes that idea.

He slides his arms under my back and rolls us until I’m on top of him. His cock stays buried in me, and the new angle sinks him deeper. I gasp and grip his shoulders, my breasts pressed flat to his chest. Mmm, his cock hits different spots from this angle, and suddenly I’m desperate to come again.

But first, he deserves a tease.

I sit up and lift off his cock. Kneeling next to him, I lean forward and take his cock between my breasts, pressing them together around his shaft the same way I did the first day in his office.

His whole body goes still, and his eyes darken. “Lily.”

“Remember?” I slide my breasts along his length.

“How could I forget?” The words come out thick, and his hands close over mine, pressing my tits together even more. His hips thrust up, his cock sliding through the soft globes until the flushed head appears at the top of my cleavage.

“That was a different woman.” I hold his gaze. “She didn’t know how amazing you are.”

I am, apparently, the kind of woman who pulls the Day One move on the man she walked out on. The slut in me knows exactly what she’s doing.

His jaw locks, and for a second, he can’t say anything at all.

When he does speak, his voice is a growl. “Get up here. I want you on my cock.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I release my breasts to straddle his hips and sink down until he’s fully seated. My body molds around him. I plant my hands flat on his chest and ride him in slow, rolling circles.

God, I can’t believe I almost gave this up. Past Me was an idiot.

He rests his hand on my hips, but he lets me set the pace. He alternates between my face and watching my breasts sway. I straighten up so I can play with my nipples. My clit pulses as I tweak them, and Bren’s expression looks almost pained.

“I need to touch you,” he says.

His hand slides from my hip to my stomach. Palm flat, fingers spread, right below my navel, steady against the soft skin. My hips stutter.