“Does it feel good, little fawn?”
I arch my back, my eyes on his, but it’s difficult to focus. He’s too gorgeous, too brilliant. And too in control in his impeccable button-down shirt and slacks. “Yes!”
“Tell me you want more,” he commands, standing between my legs and spreading them until I’m exposed.
“I want more,” I whisper.
“Good girl. Now, what else do you want?”
When I hesitate, he puts a nipple between his fingers and squeezes. Torturous pleasure slices through me. “God…”
He laughs, the sound low and wicked. “You want God?”
It’s all I can do to process the words. My instinct wants to take over. Screw it. Just take what he can give you!
He keeps tormenting my nipples as he waits. My pelvis begins to move of its own volition. “Suck them,” I beg.
“Suck what?”
“Suck my nipples.” Then I add, “Please.”
His dark head drops and he closes his mouth over the tip of one breast, hot and wet. His tongue flicks over the hard, pointed tip, and I cry out, my vision hazy for a moment. That feels too good. Too searing.
He sucks the other nipple, too, until I’m drenched. Vaguely I can sense I’m making a mess on the leather couch. But embarrassment is the farthest thing from my mind. I’m too aroused to care.
“What else do you want me to suck, little fawn?” His words are like the devil’s whispered temptation. I can think of so many places I’d love his mouth to be.
But saying it out loud… For some reason, that seems to require courage. I’ve never been this honest or vulnerable to someone.
He flicks a finger over my clit. Before I can rock against it, he takes away his hand. A growl builds in my chest, full of frustration. “Tell me.” He kisses me. “Think of me as your living sex toy, little fawn. Tell me what you’d like.”
I lick my mouth. Wide, powerful shoulders, chest thick with muscle, forearms corded and flexing. He doesn’t look anything like a toy, much less someone I can command with words. But the throb in my clit is growing more intense, and I can’t fight the surging lust.
“My clit,” I say finally. “Go down on me, Tolyan.”
And he does. God, his mouth is glorious. White-hot pleasure tightens in my gut as he devours me. His tongue stabs into me, and I rock shamelessly against his face, my fingers doing their best to grip his hair, although I know it’s too short for me to hold.
The orgasm hits me viciously. I scream. But even as I come down from the high, I need more of him.
He pulls off my thong and tosses it aside. The bra is also disposed of. Then he positions me on my hands and knees. He unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants. The fly hisses as he lowers his zipper. Foil tears, and I hear the latex rolling down his gorgeous cock.
I tremble
as need shivers through me. God, he’s going to drive into me. My whole body clenches with hot anticipation.
I want to be filled, then savagely fucked the way only he can. The last time he took me this way, I nearly fainted. My breathing is already rough and shallow.
He lays kisses on my bare ass. I squirm, then cry out when he slaps it.
“Please,” I beg.
He positions his cock at the entrance of my pussy. My flesh pulses. He isn’t pushing in, though…
“Use my dick,” he orders, his voice low and raspy, his breathing rough and uneven. “Move yourself along my shaft. Pleasure yourself with it like you would with a dildo.”
The air stills in my chest. His words are thick with desire—and I want to try it, too, except a sliver of inhibition is making me unable to move as he orders.
Two heartbeats pass. I’m wetter than before. He teases my pussy lightly with his cock head. My toes curl in my stilettos.