Page 11 of Demanded Submission


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After breaking the kiss, he chuckled. The sound was darker than before, a promise of things to come. He pressed his forehead against mine briefly, catching his breath and allowing me to do the same, but we were too crazed for each other to wait for long.

Seconds later, he yanked first one hand over my head then the other, easily wrapping his fingers around both wrists. The passion exploded between us and as he drove the tip of his cock inside, I arched my back, wrapping both legs around his hips. Several scattered whimpers left my mouth as my muscles struggled to expand wide enough to accommodate him.

Gasping, I closed my eyes, my core aching as he nearly split me in two. When he was fully seated inside, he nipped my lower lip then pulled almost all the way out, driving into me with such ferocity the couch moved. Or maybe the entire earth moved. I wasn’t certain but I knew if anyone could do it, he could.

There was such darkness in his eyes where there’d been light before, as if his needs had driven him to another level of desire. He never blinked as he fucked me, thrusting harder and with every stroke of his fabulous cock, I spiraled closer to something I’d never experienced in my life.

A mind-blowing orgasm.

His actions were primal, so much so I struggled to breathe, my natural tendencies shining through as I tried to free my arms. There was no way. His hold was too strong. I bucked against him, but he shook his head, another subtle but effective reminder that he was very much in charge.

As he swiveled his hips, grinding into me, the switch in the angle forced a series of strangled gasps. “Oh, my. Yes. You are…” Laughing, I was thrown into a shimmer of electric jolts that had my mind incapable of processing what was happening. “Oh, no, you’re going to make me…” Why was my face beet red? I knew it was. Was I actually embarrassed that I was ready to explode into a powerful orgasm?

“Not yet. Not until I say you’re allowed.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t dare.”

“Yes,” he whispered hoarsely as he slowed his grinding actions, “I would.”

“No. No!” I tossed my head back and forth, the ripple effect of trying to keep from experiencing what I’d looked forward to for years insane. Yet that small part of me still wanted to obey him. Why? Why?

Every time I blinked, stealing a glance at his eyes, I could tell he was grinning, waiting for me to disobey him.

“Please, let me come. I’ll be a very good girl.”

“I don’t know,” he muttered.

I struggled with his hold to the point I managed to drag one arm away, pushing hard against his chest. With another move I didn’t see coming, he flipped us over onto the floor. This time the force he used shoved the glass coffee table across the artistic rug I’d heard so much about I’d rolled my eyes by the end. I wonder what Charlotte would say when she knew two people had fornicated on it.

“Such a little tease,” he muttered before pulling his cock all the way out.

“No!” I reached for him, horrified that he’d leave me like this.

“Don’t worry, little country girl. I’m not done with you yet.” Without any exertion, he tossed me onto all fours, smacking his hand across my bruised and aching backside. Before I had a chance to react or tumble forward, he fisted my hair, tangling his fingers in my long curls.

Then without any hesitation, he drove his cock deep inside, filling me once again.

Holy smokes, I couldn’t breathe. He’d filled me so completely I’d lost all the air in my lungs. This wasn’t about anything romance but brutal, animalistic fucking. Lights swirled in front of my eyes, and I clawed the short nap of the carpet, the sounds erupting from me ones I’d never heard before.

He remained on his knees, rocking me as he plunged into me, using my hair as a leash. This was dirty and delicious, the most sinful thing I’d done. Within seconds, he drove me straight back to the moment where all rationality was lost, sinful pleasure crowding its space. I couldn’t stop trembling, ready to beg him to allow me to come.

So I did.

“Please. Let me come.”

“Mmm…” He pumped several more times then gripped my hip with one hand. “Come for me. Come on my thick cock.”

The man didn’t need to tell me twice. A giant wave crashed over me, drowning me in sin and shame and I loved every second of feeling so out of control.

Unrecognizable sounds erupted from somewhere inside, my mind spinning as the pleasure intensified. As my pussy clamped down on his cock, I sensed him tensing. One moment of rapture led to another and I lost control of myself completely, clawing the rug, my movements jerking us both forward.

“Oh. Oh. Oh!” While I doubted anyone could hear my screams, I did my best to bite down on my lower lip. It wasn’t working. The moment of pure ecstasy was more powerful than I’d been led to believe. I would do anything to feel like this again. Anything.

He stiffened, his growls becoming something even more guttural. Then I knew the second he was prepared to erupt deep inside. When he jerked me up from the floor, wrapping his arm around my waist, grinding into me, I melted against the man from the explosive heat.

As he filled me with his seed, another crazy thought pushed through my mind. Maybe I didn’t hate Miami so much after all.

CHAPTER5

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