Page 147 of The Code of You

"Please.”

"What, my beautiful one? My perfect little menace.”

"Please . . . I need your cock inside me.”

He pulled his fingers back. I whimpered.

"Patience,” he whispered. "I want it to be perfect.” He positioned himself over me. His eyes consumed me. "You’re so beautiful,” he said. "So perfect for me.”

Slowly, he pushed his cock inside me. I threw my head back.

"Yes,” he groaned. "Just like that. Take me in.”

I shivered beneath him.

"You feel so good.” He thrust into me in long, deep strokes that filled me completely, then left me almost empty. I watched him above me, always in control. But this time I wanted more. I wanted to see him beneath me while I rode his cock. I wanted to decide how deep, how fast. After everything he’d done to me, it was time I took the lead.

"Now,” I whispered against his ear, "I want to be on top.”

He lifted his head and smiled. "As you wish.”

He turned us over without pulling his cock out. Now he was on his back, his thick shaft still buried inside me. I lowered my hips, taking him deeper.

"Pandora…”

"Shh.” I sank down onto his cock slowly, my pussy squeezing him tight. He groaned. "Do you like that?” I asked.

"Yes,” he moaned. "But . . .”

"No buts.” I moved with more rhythm. "You wanted me. Now you have me.” I lifted my hips until only the tip remained inside me, his cock twitching with want. Then I lowered myself back down—inch by inch, until he filled me completely. His agony was exquisite.

His hands reached for my hips.

"No.” I grabbed his wrists. "No hands.”

"Pandora, please . . .”

"Please what?” I smiled. "You had your turn. Now I have mine.”

I lifted almost completely off him. Waited.

"This is torture,” he groaned.

"I know.” In slow motion, I sank back down. "I like it.”

His eyes burned. "You little . . .”

"What?” I rolled my hips in small circles, took his cock deep, then rose again. "Sadist?”

"Yes.”

"Good.” I leaned forward. My breasts grazed his chest. "Now you know how it feels.” I rode him in long, slow movements. "You’re not in control anymore,” I whispered. "I am.”

His hands curled into fists. "Pandora . . .”

"Say my name,” I murmured. "Beg.”

"Pandora,” he groaned. "Please . . .”