She beamed at me. “Obey me, Hayes Mitchell.”
My hands fell away from her, and I reluctantly said, “Yes, ma’am.”
Her lips touched mine then, hovering there. She gave me a truth that sent my heart into a spiral. “I need to fuck my man.”
A ragged breath left me. Every inch of my body was tight with want. “Fuck him then, baby.”
She slammed down onto my cock, filling herself with me, and for the next few minutes, we were lost in each other. Her forehead was against mine, our mouths inches away from one another, her body working mine as she chased her pleasure. My hands were balled into fists at my sides, aching to grab on, to take control, but she needed this.
And I let her have it.
Her walls fluttered, her climax close, and she tossed her head back, gasping. My eyes dropped to her tits, my mouth watering. Her fingers twitched at my neck as the tip of my cock slammed up against her womb over and over.
“That’s it,” I praised gruffly between her breathless moans. Her skin was shining now, the hair at the top of her head frizzy from our heat.
Her thighs began to tremble around me, her movements slowing. “Hayes, I—” Her words were cut off with a sharp gasp for air.
“Give me control,” I begged, chest heaving. She’d stopped completely, my cock buried inside her wet, addicting cunt, her walls clenching around me. Her eyes met mine and she removed her hand from my neck, bringing it to her clit. I watched, hungry and ready to plead for mercy, as she circled her clit with two fingers, her long black nails shining against her pink flesh. My balls tightened. “Fucking Christ,” I bit off.
“Do you like this?” she taunted.
My eyes snapped up to hers. “I want to handcuff you to my fucking bed.” My nostrils flared, the scent of sex thick in the air. “Want you there, wet and waiting for my cock, every day. That’s what I would like.”
She wiggled her hips. “So this does nothing for you?” she asked, still playing with her clit. Her breath hitched on the last word, and I knew she was close. When I didn’t answer, she added, “You can’t leave me chained to your bed, Superman. I have goals to reach.”
I leaned up, touching the tip of my tongue to her perked nipple. “As do I.”
“Put your hands on me,” she rasped.
My hands went to her waist, my fingers spread wide, and I took the bud into my mouth, sucking deep. I leaned back, bringing her with me. She braced her hands on the back of the couch and adjusted her hips, and I lost it. I pounded into her, savoring her cries and whimpers as I alternated between her breasts, getting my fill. She came for me, and when she was done, I banded my arms around her, holding her captive, buried my face into her neck, andfucked.
Our skin slapped together. She moaned for me. I moaned for her. Both of us lost.
“You’re under my skin,” I pushed out harshly.
My balls tightened, heat gathering at the base of my spine. She clamped around me, coming again. Her back bowed, but I didn’t let her go far, needing her against me for this. “Y-you love it,” she rasped as I licked the shell of her ear.
Fuck, this woman.
I buried myself to the hilt and moaned her name as I filled her.
After a few moments, my arms loosened, but she’d already collapsed against me, breathing hard. Idly, my fingers stroked up and down her spine as I stared up at the ceiling. My heart pounded against the wall of my chest, and I knew she could feel it. Just like I could feel hers. We were in sync now, and there was no going back.
“Look at me,” I whispered, tipping my chin down to her. When she gave me her eyes, I gave her everything I had. All I could give her. “I love you.”
She blinked, her lips parting in shock.
It had been nearly two months since I demanded her to tell me how she felt about me. Back then, I wanted to take something I wasn’t willing to give back. During our time together, as we navigated our lives, settled into our roles, I found myself falling deeper. Somewhere along the way, I gave in and stopped swimming for the surface. Bringing my hand to her face, I swiped away a tear. “I love you, Margo Bennett.”
She shot up then, her hands on my chest, her damp hair falling all around us. “Don’t fuck with me,” she warned. “Not about this.”
“Never about this,” I promised.
“Because you ate all my chocolate cereal last week after saying there was still enough for both of us,” she went on.
I blinked. “What?”
She pushed her hand through her hair, tossing it over her shoulder. “Cereal is sacred.”