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Matt clearly hadn’t expected that answer. “What?”
“It wasn’t you. I couldn’t get myself there because it wasn’t you.”
He froze for just a moment, his eyes wide, then he kissed her again, this one rough, his lips bruising hers. “That’s so fucking hot, kitten. Jesus! You are mine. Just mine.”
She whimpered when he reached behind her, unfastening her bra, his fingers quickly finding her nipples, pinching them the way she loved. Liza tried to squeeze her legs together, seeking some sort of relief, friction, but Matt was wedged between her thighs, holding her open.
Lowering his head, he sucked her tight nipple into his mouth, licking and biting it until her head flew back, her fists clenched in his hair too tightly.
He played with her nipples as her pleas grew louder, more desperate.
Finally, he released her and rose, rapidly stripping her out of her clothing before unzipping his own jeans. She only caught a glimpse of his thick cock, and then he did exactly as he’d suggested, twisting her away from him, bending her over the couch.
She felt his fingers slide along her slit—just once—testing her, making sure she was wet, and then he was there, driving inside her with a force that pushed her forward until her face was pressed against the back of the couch.
Matt took her like a man possessed, every thrust filling her, stretching her. She came fast, but Matt ignored it, pounding and pounding until her first orgasm became a second, and then, God help her, a third.
That was the climax that claimed him, and he grunted, calling out her name, reminding her over and over that she was his. “Mine” was quickly becoming one of her all-time favorite words. After so many lonely years, the idea of belonging to someone was potent, powerful, wonderful.
Liza had only just come back to earth when he wrapped his arms around her waist, juggling her until he could lift her in his arms.
“Matt,” she said as he headed toward the stairs. She was completely naked, while he was still fully dressed, only his jeans hanging open. “I can walk.”
“And I can carry you.”
When they reached the top, he took her straight to his bedroom, placing her in the center of the mattress.
“Lay on your back,” he demanded in that dominant tone she found completely irresistible. “Put your hands on the pillow by your head. Surrender position.”
As she lay there, Matt gave her a show of her own, quickly and efficiently undressing at the foot of the bed. His dick was already growing hard again.
“That’s some impressive recovery time,” she joked.
Matt winked at her, the playfulness there then gone, when his expression morphed to one of his power looks.
She shivered as he walked to the side of the bed. Reaching for the post, he withdrew the strap he had tucked there. He’d left them attached to the bed during her second night at the penthouse, declaring it pointless to take them off and on, considering his intentions to tie her up frequently.
Liza had picked a half-hearted fight about it, the crux of her argument being “what would the housekeeper say?”
He hadn’t been swayed, and she decided fairly quickly it was a stupid fight because she definitely wanted bondage to be a regular occurrence in their sexual play.
Matt secured one hand to the bedpost, then crossed to the other side, doing the same. Standing next to the bed, he took his time, perusing her naked body, letting his gaze glide over every inch until she began to squirm, not with embarrassment but with need.
He hadn’t tied her legs, so Liza started to close her thighs, quickly realizing Matt had been waiting for just that thing. He’d set the trap and she fell right into it.
Climbing onto the bed, he knelt between her legs, his hand slapping her pussy three times as she gasped, then groaned.
“Behave,” he said, that word a serious trigger for her hormones.
Every time he uttered it, every part of her body lit up like a Christmas tree. “Please,” she whispered, aware it was wasted breath. This game had only just begun.
Liza soon lost track of time and orgasms as Matt drove her to the peak over and over again with his fingers, his tongue. She was going to have beard burns on her nipples and her inner thighs, but she was beyond caring at this point.
Lifting himself above her, he kissed her deeply, and she tasted their combined flavors on his tongue.
She closed her eyes in utter bliss as his cock—finally—slid back inside.
“Open your eyes, Liza. Look at me.”
