Page 70 of Handle Me

“Fuck,” I growled, my grip tightening on her hair. “That’s my good girl. You look so fucking beautiful with your red lips wrapped around me.”

She moaned something I couldn’t understand. Using her hair, I pulled her off.

“Do you need to tell me something?” I asked softly.

She licked her swollen lips, her red lipstick slightly smeared and her eyes bright, and whispered one word. “More.”

Need gripped me like a vise, but I forced myself to stay in control. “You sure about that, boss?” The vise tightened as she nodded. I swallowed. “You won’t be able to say your safe words.”

“Don’t need ‘em,” she purred.

I was about to point out that this was the exact scenario she needed them for when she plunged her mouth back over me, taking me halfway down her throat. Instantly, I forgot my objection. I thrust my hips up to meet her, pushing my dick deeper until her lips were buried against me. She choked and then moaned, the sound vibrating through my cock.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl. Just like that.” I was going to lose it. Need barreled down my spine as I continued to thrust into her mouth, as she continued to take it, staring up at me with something that bordered on adoration.

And it was that look that made me pull her off. Lola started to protest, but I ignored her, scooping her off the ground and carrying her to the bed.

“Hand and knees,” I gritted out as I placed her on it. She scrambled obediently into position, putting that perfect ass on display. “I fucking need you,” I said by way of explanation. I dipped a finger inside her, discovering she was soaked. I slicked my cock with her wetness. “What do you need?”

“You,” she moaned. “You. I need you, Anders.”

Me? She needed me. Not my cock. Not His Highness. She’d used my name, and I’d heard the truth we both feared hiding behind her words.

“I need you, too, Lola,” I whispered and shoved myself inside her.

Her head arched up, a cry escaping her lips as I pushed the last few inches.

“You okay?” I said, waiting a moment for her to adjust.

She mumbled something reassuring as she rocked her hips just enough to send a clear message. I grabbed her hair, yanking her back just enough that I could see her face as I started to move. I took it slowly, feasting on the breathy pants and gasps escaping her until it was too much, and I began to thrust harder and faster. Lola got louder, her eyes rolling back a little as I claimed her, one hand holding her, the other guiding her hips to meet my punishing pace.

“I need you to come, Lola,” I urged her. “I need to feel you coming on my cock.”

A tortured noise gargled from her, and I felt her tightening around my shaft. Her whole body shook as she fell apart and took my release with her. I emptied myself inside her, savoring the primal noises she made as I took her. When the last of our pleasure was wrung out, we collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty heap.

“That was...” she mumbled.

“Yeah.” I brushed her hair off her shoulders, my fingers lingering on the silky strands as I remembered how it had felt as I held it moments ago. “It was.”

We didn’t need words to describe what just happened. Hell, I wasn’t sure there were words to describe it. It was instinct. Raw, primal instinct that neither of us could control when we touched. I wasn’t sure I wanted to control it.

And Lola lying next to me with her smeared makeup, her skin damp with sweat, was the picture of every fantasy I’d ever had. But she wasn’t a fantasy. She was here in my bed. And I would be damned if I ever let her go.

“What’s that look for?” she asked with narrowed eyes.

“You look well-fucked.” I moved so I could kiss her forehead.

“I feel well-fucked.” She wiggled closer to me, and I breathed her in, never wanting this moment to end.

“You might have to redo your makeup,” I said.

She giggled. “I figured.”

It was a perfect moment, so naturally, it couldn’t last. Across the room, in my abandoned jeans, my phone began to vibrate.

“Are you going to get that?” Lola asked.

“Nope.” I kissed her again. God, she was fucking perfect.