Page 46 of Live Love Lasso

“I can’t wait,” I beg. “Please, Furyon.”

His answering chuckle tells me I’m not getting what I want anytime soon. With a growl, I move to flip over, but he grabs my hand and pulls it behind my back. His other hand comes to the back of my neck, and he pushes me down onto the bed.

“Stay, slut.”

A full body shudder racks me. The darker his degradation, the hotter I’ll get.

“If you don’t, I won’t give you what you’re about to start beggin’ for. Am I clear?” His fingers tighten in my hair, a pinching sensation tugging at my scalp.

I’m so hot, I’m gonna combust.

He rocks his hips against my ass, his cock brushing against my entrance and slipping past it to rest against my belly. “Say you understand.”

I move my hips from side to side so I can feel that thick length rubbing against my clit. Every pass stokes the fire burning inside me until I’m rolling back and forth, using his dick. Back and forth, back and forth. Furyon’s silent as I start to pant. Reaching beneath me, I slide a hand along his cock and jack him. He’s soaked and dripping precum all over me and the sheets.

“Fuck,” he says on a grunt. “You keep doin’ that, and I’m gonna make a godsdamned mess.”

But I can’t stop.

“I need you.” I stroke his cock harder, pinching the tip even as I ride the length, coating him in slick. It’s not enough, not nearly enough. Frustrated, I let go and bury my face in the sheets. I grip them and push against his hips, begging him to understand, to give me that perfect cock.

“Lemon, flip over, baby.” He pats my hip.

Helpless to disobey him, I roll onto my back and settle in the deep pillows.

Pale eyes narrow as he looks appreciatively down my body. When he meets my gaze again, he reaches down and runs a hand over his cock head. He squeezes it, coating his fingers in precum. Then he bends down and slips two fingers into my channel, curling them and stroking in rhythmic circles.

Immediate bliss spreads through me, and I let my thighs fall wide, back arching as I roll my hips to meet the steady thrust of his fingers.

“I need you,” I blurt out. “Need to connect with you. Please!” What am I even begging for? Do I even know?

Furyon’s fingers never stop as he pushes me toward a mind-melting orgasm. “Why, city girl?”

I can’t say it, can’t say the word yet for what he is to me. If I say it aloud, it’ll be real, and I’m afraid.

“Furyon, I need you,” I whisper, unable to look away from him.

The vibe immediately shifts. And where normally I’d have to tell a partner to stop with a certain kink, Furyon seems to read it in my expression. Or maybe it’s the desperate tone of my plea.

He leans down and presses his forehead to mine, sliding a hand under me and up my back. “Because I’m yours. You know that, right?” His eyes drop to my mouth, like he’s begging me to admit it, to admit what we both know. “Try it out,” he encourages. “I’ll go first if you want.” He smiles. “I didn’t expect you, city girl, but I fuckin’ needed you.”

“Mate,” I whisper.

Furyon’s nostrils flare, and a smile overtakes him, curving those sinful lips up. “Godsdamn, Lemon, that sounds good.” He bends down and presses a tender line of kisses up the side of my neck. “I can sense you’re afraid, and I don’t wanna push you too hard, but I think you deserve a little something for stepping outta your comfort zone.”

He rises tall and grips his cock, slapping it against my clit with a rumble of pleasure. His eyes drift up my body to meet mine again as he jerks his head toward the slatted headboard. “Hang on to something, Sparkle Boots.”

I reach up and grab the top of the headboard with one hand. Furyon lines his cock up with my channel and thrusts once, hard and deep, filling me in a swift move that sends my eyes to the back of my head. Fuck, he’s so thick, so deep, and I’m dying at the pleasure of having him inside me.

“Mmm, the way you clench up has me hot,” he rumbles. “I need you screaming, Lemon.” He rocks in and out, slow but hard, his hips crashing against mine as the bed squeaks and groans. I slide a hand up his chest to rest my fingers around the base of his throat. His hips roll, abs flexing and popping with every slam of his body against mine.

“Furyon,” I cry out his name as bliss builds until every slick slide of his cock into me has me squirming, desperate to come. But I need him to unleash. I need him in all his raging, furious glory. “Faster, please!”

He chuckles, even as his eyes roll into his head. “You ain’t gettin’ that version of me tonight, Lemon Knox Denton. You’re gettin’ what you need, baby.”

I groan, the sound dragging long as he pounds relentlessly, slowly pushing me to the brink as I beg him to unleash. “Please, please, please.” I’m gasping, chest heaving as I grip the headboard harder, my body tightening around that perfect cock. Orgasm’s building slow and hard, and when he tips me over the edge, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.

It hits with a crash, my body locking up tight as a wail echoes from the depths of my chest. I can’t focus on a fucking thing other than the way Furyon never stops. He keeps driving home with slow, hard thrusts that stoke the orgasm until one turns into two. He joins me, roaring his release as he lashes my womb with hot seed.