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I chuckle darkly. I’m not, but damn if that isn’t a compliment. “I’m not stopping, you’re going to take my dick like a good girl now, aren’t you?”
“Do I have a choice?” she snarks.
Fuck. Her sassy mouth is going to get us both in trouble.
“There’s always a choice, but we both know you’re not walking out of here before my cock is slamming home in your pussy.”
“Damn straight.”
A soft buzzing pulses between my ears, reminiscent of the airplane’s engines whirling. Only this is one hundred percent caused by the pleasure coursing through my veins, heightening my senses. The smooth granite my cheek is pressed against is doing wonders for cooling down my overheated body, but even that can’t calm me down completely. Not when the anticipation of his filthy vow floats around in my lust muddled mind.
Am I spent? Wrecked from two earth-shattering orgasms? Yes. Are my lady bits gagging for his third leg? Also, yes.
He trails his fingertips up the back of my legs, eliciting a shiver from me, before using his heavy hand to spank me again. My pussy clenches, and a needy groan of pain-filled pleasure tumbles out of me. Who knew pain could heighten pleasure? Not me.
“You like that, don’t you, Bambi?”
I suck in my bottom lip and bite down, nodding. He spanks my other cheek, a little harder this time, and a thudding pain ricochets out. Fucking hell. “When I ask you a question, I expect words for your response. The only time you’re allowed to stay silent is when I’m feeding you my cock and filling that perfect throat of yours with my come—but even then, it’s best you try.”
He wraps his hand around my curls and pulls my head back. Our gazes collide in the mirror and my heart ceases beating. The fire brimming in his amber orbs is hot enough to burn every inch of me. I swallow harshly past the need clogging my throat and rasp, “Yes.” It’s all I can get out, so it’ll have to fucking do.
Time seems to slow as he holds me hostage in his all-consuming maelstrom. I think I’ve forgotten how to breathe. The spots dancing in my vision seem to agree.
“Good girl,” he praises, releasing my hair and running his hand down my spine.
He spins me around and lifts the hem of my dress over my head, discarding it and doing the same to my bikini top. Cool air glances across my exposed skin, and my nipples harden painfully. The tattooed giant licks his lips like he’s a dying man and I’m his last meal, and fuck if that doesn’t make me bold.
“Can I touch you?” I ask in a low sultry voice that doesn’t belong to me.
His brows jump, and I grin innocently at him. “I’ve been a good girl, haven’t I? I think I deserve a reward.” Where the fuck is this vixen coming from?
Time suspends, somehow heightening the thick tension between us. He pulls his shirt off in that way that guys do—over his head from his back collar—revealing silky toned flesh covered in ink. My mouth dries up and I reach my hand out, brushing my fingertips lightly over the peaks and valleys of his thick, corded muscles. He hisses and slaps his hand over mine, pinning it to his chest. A war brews within him, the only evidence of it is the tick in his jaw and the flash of uncertainty across his stoic features.
I pull my hand out from his and cup his face, somehow knowing exactly what he needs. “Fuck me like I’m nothing, treat me like a doll made solely for your pleasure. Show me what it means to be owned by you.”
Where that thought came from, I have no clue, but boy was I right. In a flash, he has me pressed over the counter again, his free hand connecting with my ass. Fuck. A wanton moan slips from my lips as my pussy clenches.
“You want me to show you what it’s like to be owned by me?” he chuckles darkly and all the hairs on my body stand on end. “Just remember, you asked for this. Good job using your words, little doe. Too bad you might regret them.”
My heart pounds to an uneven rhythm, thrashing in the cage binding it. Metal clinks against the floor and I try to lift my head to get a glimpse of what he’s doing through the mirror, but his hold on me is absolute. Thick fingers spear my heat, scissoring inside me and I mewl like a fucking kitten, writhing uncontrollably.
“Such a good pussy, always ready to take what I give it,” he praises.
A disgruntled noise lodges in the back of my throat when he pulls his fingers free, only to be silenced by the scream that tears out of me as he sinks balls deep inside me in one thrust.
“Goddamn,” he grits out, gripping my hip in a bruising hold. “You’re so tight. Breathe, Bambi, I need you to relax.”
His words are a command that I aptly follow—pulling in a few stilted breaths. The shocking pain subsides, giving way to blinding pleasure as he pumps shallowly inside me, setting off a waterfall of electricity sparking my nerve endings.
“That’s it. Good girl.”
I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle the moan trying to break free. How is he maintaining such complete control when I’m at the brink of losing all of mine?
Reaching around, he circles my clit, applying just enough pressure to have me bowing off the counter—or I would have if he wasn’t holding me down. He’s toying with me. Playing my body like he already knows where my triggers lie. His cock slides out and I groan, pressing my hips back into him.
“Such a needy little thing aren’t you?”
The snarky retort I’ve readied dies on my tongue as he shoves two fingers past my lips and into my mouth. He hits the back of my throat and I gag.
