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I could just fuck her right here. Lock the door, check the blinds, and then just spread her on the counter and make her scream and come on my cock just like before. The idea is so fucking tempting that I have to grind my bulge into her soft ass just to ease the almost-painful tension.
But part of me really wants her to feel, to know—toembrace—the fact that I can make her orgasm any way I want. I don’t need to impale her just to get her off. I want her to make her scream for me just by touching her where she needs to be touched and whispering the words she needs to hear.
“You’re mine,” I breathe between searing, possessive kisses that make her sweet lips swell and pinken. “You’re fuckingmine. And if I tell you to get in my bed, you’ll fucking do it.”
I curl my fingers over her G-spot and immediately feel her legs buckle. She lets out a sweet little mewl, a shuddering gasp of pleasure, and her eyes flutter close.
“If I tell you to spread your legs and give me this sweet fucking pussy, you’ll do it. You’ll do it because we both know you want it.”
Clara nods. Or at least she tries, given my hand fisting her hair. She rocks and bucks and grinds on my hand, riding my fingers like the hot little vixen I’m determined to bring out in her. “Fuck! Yes, Demyen! Yes! I want it… God, I want it…”
I smile because fuck, she’s so perfect like this. “Earn it, baby. Be my good girl and earn it.” I know it’s a bit mean, maybe even cruel, to make demands while I’m working her wet pussy with my fingers.
But that’s something I’ve noticed about her that I think she’s starting to notice about herself, too: Clara has a submissive streak. A strong, deeply-ingrained submissive streak that, when I play it up just right, hits every pleasure center in her brain.
And mine.
“Please, Demyen…” Clara pants my name between moans. “Please, I need… I want…”
I kiss her throat. There’s a soft bruise where I bit her last night and the sight almost makes me unload in my pants. “Tell me, baby. Be my good girl and ask nicely.”
She’s panting, clinging to my arms, pulsing around my fingers. But then her brow furrows and she grows frustrated; her bottom lip sucks into her teeth with a groan.
I release her hair, guiding her head to lay back on my shoulder. She’s so pliant and eager to obey; it takes no effort for her to slump against me. I move my hand around to cup her breast.
But that’s just the warm-up. I slide my hand further up her body, until my arm is braced between her luscious breasts and pinning her back to my chest, my hand banded across her throat.
And just like last night, she practically melts into a shivering, gushing, mindless release.
“That’s what you need, baby?” I tease her softly, cooing in her ear between nibbles as I work her spasming pussy without stopping or slowing. “You need to feel owned. Claimed. Mine.”
Clara cries out.Music to my ears.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re mine.”
I kiss her deeply as she rides out the final tremors. Only when she completely slumps against me do I ease my hand to a slow massage of her soaked pussy.
A gentleman would offer to fetch her a clean pair of panties since she is, technically, working… but I’ve never been a gentleman a day in my life. The second she’s able to stand without collapsing,I’m stuffing that ruined pair into my pocket and she’ll have to work the rest of the day commando.
Fuck. I should make that a new requirement. Just for her.
This time, when Clara slowly turns in my arms, I take the time to kiss her. I know she’s still buzzing, but I need her to understand that I’m insatiable. I need her to understand that this is not a “one-time thing.”
And it’s her fucking fault.
I lift my hands to cup her face, but stop when I realize one of them is still wet with her juices.
But to my surprise, Clara looks me in the eye with a devilish smirk, grabs my hand, and sucks my middle finger into her mouth.
The only thought in my brain is more like a wordless growl mixed with a groan… and I don’t realize I actually made that sound out loud until she giggles and slowly,sofuckingslowly, pulls her lips and tongue off with a wet slurp.
She does the same to my other finger, her warm tongue swirling and stroking in ways I really, really need to feel in other places.
Fortunately, she doesn’t stop there.
Without ever looking away from my eyes, Clara drags my pants down along with my boxers, slowly easing herself down to kneel before me.What a fucking view.I can’t help myself. I reach for her hair and tug her bun loose, growling my appreciation as her long, thick hair tumbles down her shoulders.
She’s so goddamn beautiful. It’s a fucking curse. I don’t know how I ever thought I stood a chance against this woman.
