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Fisting the sheet to avoid gripping her thighs, he returned her evil smile with one of his own. "I won't move a muscle, but I can't guarantee that there will be no spontaneous eruption."
"You'd better not." Her hold on the base of his erection tightened. "You will wait until I tell you that you can come."
Dagor suppressed a laugh.
The tiny sprout was a closet dominatrix. Or maybe she was openly dominant?
He could definitely see her in the role, wearing a leather corset, thigh-high boots with enormous platform heels, and wielding a crop.
Dagor had never thought he would enjoy being dominated by a female during sex, but as long as it was just fun and games, he could play along.
"You're on, darling." He released the sheet and lifted his arms over his head. "Take me. I'm yours."
Frankie
Frankie had a god sprawled under her, and he was putting himself at her mercy.
Talk about a heady feeling.
She had no intention of tormenting him for long because it would be torturous for her as well. Still, she had no doubt that the moment things got more intense, he would flip them over, and the little game she was playing would be over.
Just watching him sprawled out under her was a treat.
Dagor was a self-proclaimed nerd, yet he had an impressive eight-pack and a drool-worthy chest.
In fact, Frankie was drooling already.
With his sizable shaft firmly lodged inside of her, she could let go of it and brace both hands on those defined pectorals for purchase.
Lifting a fraction of an inch, she came down, taking a little more in and feeling the stretch.
The guy, correction, the god, was bigger than any man she'd ever been with, and she also hadn't had anything bigger than BOB inside of her for nearly six months.
Compared to Dagor, though, BOB was a toy in more ways than one.
"You're evil," Dagor hissed.
"Says the guy with the razor-sharp fangs." She wiggled her bottom, getting him a little deeper, but not by much.
Realizing that she wasn't doing this just to torture him, Dagor lifted one of his arms and reached with his finger to gently massage her clit.
"Take as long as you need. Worst case scenario, I'll provide extra lubrication to ease in."
She lifted up almost to the very end and then pushed down, this time getting nearly half of him in.
"You have a condom on, so your lubrication won't help." Panting, she held herself still. "I don't think I've ever been with a guy who talked so casually about premature ejaculation."
As he laughed, his abdominal muscles rippled. "That's because it won't slow me down. I will be up and ready again immediately." The glow in his eyes got so intense that it was difficult to look at him. "Again and again for as many times as you want me."
"It must be nice to be a god." She lifted up and, gritting her teeth, pushed down, intending to get him all the way in but not quite managing it. "Damn. This is like being a virgin again."
This was supposed to be a sexy game. Still, her arms were trembling from the effort of keeping herself suspended above him. The stretched-out, slightly burning feeling of having him inside of her was just on the right side of painful.
His finger kept drawing lazy circles around her clit. "Do you want me to take over?"
"Only if you can be patient."
"I have all the time in the world." He wrapped his arms around her middle and rolled her under him. "This angle will be better for you."
