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I go to stand up when he reaches out. “Look at me.” I look up at him, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded. He brushes his fingers over my jaw. “Am I a sick fuck since I like seeing my cum dripping out your mouth like this?” I slowly shake my head no as he smears a drop across my lip. “Good, because I’m not sorry.” He releases me and I walk to the bathroom, rinsing out my mouth before returning to the bedroom.
He pulls me onto his lap so I’m facing him. “Was that okay? The things I said?”
“Yes.” I can feel the heat in my cheeks and I know they’re glowing.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He brushes his finger over my bottom lip. “Then there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You enjoy dirty talk . . . what else do you enjoy?”
I’m trying to focus, but I’m so turned on and I can feel him twitching beneath me. “Uh, I’m not too sure. I think I’ve always fantasized about someone dominant—in charge and telling me what to do.” I feel like I’m saying something I shouldn’t, like I shouldn’t want a man to control me, towantto control me.
He smiles lazily. “Well, you’ve certainly found the right man for that. I have no problem manhandling you and telling you exactly what to do in the bedroom. Like right now, I want you to grab that condom and put it on me.”
I glance over at the table. “I’m on the pill and I’ve never been with anyone else without a condom besides . . . Dean.” I almost whisper his name, my eyes shifting to avoid his gaze.
“Look at me.” He grabs my chin softly. “Are you saying you don’t want to use protection?”
I chew my bottom lip nervously. I don’t want to with him; I want to feel just him inside me. “Is that . . . ? I’m clean.”
“You have nothing to worry about with me, if that’s your concern. I know I haven’t exactly been celibate over the years, but I’ve always used protection, and every test I’ve had has been clean. But I want you to be comfortable, Doll. Don’t do something just because you think it’s what I want.”
“I’m not.Iwant it. And I don’t want anything between us.” I can feel his fingertips tighten against my waist, digging into my flesh almost painfully as he releases my chin.
“Spit on my hand,” he commands, holding his hand out toward me.
“What?” I blink.
“Spit in my palm, baby. I need to lube up my cock so you can sit on it and get fucked.” I stare at him again, and he grips the back of my neck firmly. “I’m not gonna tell you again. You want to be told what to do. Do you want me to make you do it, or are you going to be a good girl and obey me?”
I keep my eyes on his as I lean forward and spit into his hand.
“Good girl.” He reaches down, wrapping his hand around his cock and spreading the wetness before lining himself up at my entrance. “Slowly,” he says, his hand on my hip as he guides me down onto him.
“Ohh,” I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I let out a shaky breath, adjusting to his size.
“Just relax, you can take it.” We repeat this process ofdown an inch, then back upover and over, and each time, I take more and more of him until I’m sliding up and down him at a quicker pace.
“That’s it, baby, ride me.” He leans back, watching where he’s entering me as I take as much of him as I can. “Your pussy is milking me so good, baby. I can’t hold out for much longer.” His fingers dig into my hips as his jaw clenches. It feels so incredible, I reach down to help myself finish just as he pulls me back down hard, shouting with his release.
He doesn’t give me time to finish myself off, because he’s rolling me to my back, pumping in and out of me. “I’m so close!” I claw at his back, my legs wrapping around him as I find my release seconds later.
“I’ve waited so long to feel you beneath me.” He buries his head in my neck, kissing me—pulling me closer to him like he can’t get enough. I know how he feels. I know that words can’t express what this moment means. I don’t want it to end. I don’t want him to leave.
“Stay?” It’s a single word, but it carries so much more.
He lifts his head, his eyes searching my face for a moment. “Of course, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere tonight.”
12
RANGER
“Where are you going?” Dolly rolls over, stifling a yawn as I step into my jeans.
“Gotta go to work, baby.” I sit on the bed, running my hand down the soft skin of her exposed back. I pull the blanket up over her, tucking her back in.
“What time is it?”
