Page 50 of Direct Action

“Ryan,” she groaned.

“Don’t fucking move.”

“I have—”

“Baby, if you so much as breathe wrong, I’m gonna come. Sit there like a good girl and do not fucking move.”

I felt her shiver, and even that tiny movement threatened to unman me.

“Chloe,” I snapped.

“If you don’t want me to move, you can’t call me a good girl,” she panted.

Despite battling the looming orgasm that had yet to fully recede, I couldn’t stop my smile.

“Does that turn you on? You wanna be daddy’s good girl?” I teased.

I heard her suck in a breath, I felt her pussy flutter, and Jesus, I was teasing her, but I’d totally be down to play it that way.

“Shirt off, Chloe.”

Without hesitation, her hands left my chest and went to the hem of her shirt. As soon as it cleared her head, I issued my next directive. “Bra.” She reached up, flicked the clasp open that held the cups closed in the front. Just that small amount of movement coupled with her full tits now on display put me right back to ready to come.

Further testing my control, one of my hands left her hip, shoved the dangling material out of the way, found her pebbled nipple, and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger.

“Next time you blow me, you’re doing it with my hand between your legs.”

“Okay,” she agreed on a breathy sigh.

“Now hands on the pillow next to my head,” I instructed.

“You’re bossy for someone who was supposed to lie there and let me have my way with you,” she noted. However, she did so, following my orders.

“That was before I knew how good you were with your mouth.”

“I don’t think my mouth has anything to do with it. I just think your supreme bossiness can’t be denied.”

She wasn’t wrong, but I’d fought the good fight and had given her what she wanted until she sat on my dick.

“You’re right. It was you working my dick with your mouth, getting me seconds away from blowing, then deciding instead of jerking me off, you wanted to finish a different way. That’s when you changed the rules—you go, then I go. Never the other way around.”

“Bossy.”

“Tell me how that’s a bad deal for you? It’s me who needs to have this ridiculous conversation to claw back from the edge so I can get you off instead of me being a two-pump chump. And I can’t believe I have to remind you of this, and doing so is a serious hit to my ego, but we’re having this conversation while you’re sitting on my cock.”

Since she was close, even though it was dark, I saw her smile.

Finally that knot in my gut that tightened hours earlier loosened.

“I think you and your ego are good.”

There was no way not to be good with her beautiful face staring down at me with a catlike grin on her lips. But I was about to be better, a whole lot better, and so was she.

I flipped her to her back, pulled out a few inches, and drove back in.

“How about we stop talking and get down to the part where you scream my name?”

“You’re the boss,” she moaned.