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I wheezed in shock and pain. He carefully slid me onto the cool leather couch, which was a huge relief against my burning skin.
Ripping at his tie, he tore it off, undid his cuff links, which flew and clattered on the wooden floor, and quickly undressed. Then, he stomped toward me, showing off muscles upon muscles on his chest and abs. His proud, arrogant cock swayed as he stepped in front of me. I licked my lips, remembering how delicious he tasted.
“Nah-ah, none of that,” he rebuked as he parted my thighs with his own, stepping into the space as if he owned it. I scooted back, hissing at the rush of pain on my butt. He glided his hands up my torso to my chest. Seconds later, he pushed his tongue into my mouth. After giving me a hard kiss, he licked his way down, twirled around one nipple, and sucked it into his mouth.
“Oh, God,” I breathed out, grabbing hold of his hair, and arching to thrust my breast deeper into his hot mouth.
He settled into me, and his powerful cock parted my slick inner walls.
I gripped his firm ass cheeks and yanked him toward me, screaming, “Deeper.”
He plunged to the hilt, and I moaned in relief.
He gave me a searing look and pulled out, saying, “You don’t call the shots.”
Damn him.
“You don’t own me,” I fired back, goading him on with the fire in my belly.
“Oh, I think I do. If you want my cock, you know what to do.”
“Fuck you, Tatum,” I hissed.
His somber gaze on me, he replied smoothly, “I have every intention of fucking you, VQ. As soon as you comply.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. I was used to being in charge, to having my word followed, but with him, I lived in another dimension.
“Why do I always have to listen to you?” I huffed. “When do we get to switch it around? When do you get to be my fuckboy?”
His eyes flashed.
Oh, shit, he liked the idea.
I’d been whining and the words had inadvertently popped out of my mouth. I hadn’t meant it. He had such a dominant personality I didn’t think he’d even consider such an idea. I certainly hadn’t, but the look on his face told me otherwise.
“You want a piece of this,” he said, tugging his long, thick shaft. My gaze immediately zoomed down to his wide fingers slipping up and down, a thick vein curled around his cock, snaking in and out of sight.
Leaning forward, he murmured against my lips, “You want to take it? Use it? Use me?”
My head canted to one side. “Uhm…yeah.”
“Come here,” he ordered as he leaned back into the couch.
I swung myself over him. His cock pulsated beneath me, magnificent and hard.
“Down,” he ordered.
“How is it that I’m the one using you, but you’re the one still giving the orders?”
Not bothering to reply, he grasped my hips and pressed me down. Swallowing his bulbous crown, I dropped, inch by inch, his wide girth stretching me wide. The walls of my pussy conformed and compressed around his shaft. God, nothing, but nothing, felt like this man.
I was supposed to be the one using him, but how would I ever be in control on his huge cock?
I was only halfway down when it got to be too much. From my position, it was more difficult than it seemed. Granted, he was thick, but I didn’t have a problem taking him last night. I wiggled my hips, trying to force myself down, but I struggled to take all of him.
I huffed and puffed until he arched a brow at me and asked, “Is there an issue?”
Stricken, I looked at him and nodded. Dammit, even when he gave me control, I seemed to fail. I gulped, feeling suddenly awkward, like a stupid, inexperienced girl. Tears pricked my eyes and my bottom lip trembled.
