“Good, that’s real good, baby. You want to do this, be with me?”
She nodded, not able to speak.
He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead, and it seemed so intimate given the fact of what she wanted to do.
“I want you, Tallin. I want the real you.” Did he know what she meant, that she wanted that dominating, controlling man that knew what he wanted and took it? When he pulled back she could see from his expression he knew exactly what she’d meant.
“Then if you want this you’re going to do what I say. Tell me you want to do it, Lilly. Tell me how much it turns you on.”
“Oh, God.” She closed her eyes and breathed in.
“Look at me.” His voice was steely and hard.
She opened her eyes but didn’t say anything.
“Spread your thighs for me, let me see how wet and pink your pussy is for me, baby.”
She opened her thighs, and his gaze lowered to the junction between her legs.
“Wider,” he demanded.
She felt lightheaded, on the verge of passing out as pleasure slammed into her body. He wasn’t even touching her, and yet his expression alone had her on the verge of coming.
She felt her pussy lips part as she lifted her legs, bending her knees, and spreading open for him as wide as she could go.
“Your pussy is so fucking pretty, Lilly. I knew you would be, though, and knew you’d be so damn responsive to me. I bet my cock will slide right into you. ”
She sucked in a breath at his words. Her nipples became swollen, erect, and ready for his mouth. He was still gazing at her slit, and she couldn’t help but feel slightly self-conscious. She’d never had a man look at her so intently, like he was memorizing every part of her.
“Put your hands above your head.” He stared at her face now with determination when she didn’t immediately obey. “I won’t ask you again.”
God, she loved the way he spoke—loved the feeling of helplessness and surrender. Lilly knew she would take whatever he offered.