That’s just more for me to discover later.
I lap at the head with my tongue, reveling in the strangled groan released from his lungs. After I’ve finally taken him deep and established a rhythm, he pulls away, his hands locked around my shoulders.
“No more. I’m not coming in your mouth. Not right now.”
That’s when he starts flexing his dominant streak.
Cannon reaches for me, and a second later, my ass is perched on the edge of the bed, and he drops to his knees in front of me, pulling my panties aside tofeast. Last time, he started slow and worked up to full strength, but not now. He’s a man on a mission, and that mission is my orgasm.
I’m hanging on by a thread when he bites down just hard enough on my clit to send me screaming over the edge.
Only then does he pull away and yank open the nightstand drawer. I watch as he tears open the foil packet and then rolls the condom down his shaft, wishing it was my mouth doing the honors.
Except, if it were, I would have missed the way Cannon grips his cock and strokes, handling himself roughly. There’s something so ridiculously hot and masculine about it, another wave of wetness floods my center. I’m dying for him. I need him inside me.
“Hurry.” It’s the only word I can manage to get out, and instead of following my order, Cannon smiles.
“Oh, baby, there’s one thing I’m sure as hell not going to do with you, and that’s hurry.”
Cue melting into the bed, because the look on his face is pure appreciation. I’ve never been one of those women who walks around with massive amounts of body confidence, but I do try to appreciate what I’ve been given. I’m not perfect. I have love handles and cellulite and always seem to be five pounds or more from my goal weight, but in this moment, I’m nothing but grateful. The way Cannon stares at me ... it’s like I’m a goddess and he’s never seen anything as beautiful as me, lying before him, waiting to welcome him inside me.
And maybe I am. I arch my back as he comes toward me, and my hands reach for the clasp on my bra and toss it aside.
Cannon releases the grip on himself to snag the waistband of my panties between two hooked fingers. One corner of his mouth quirks up as he says, “Sorry.”
I open my mouth to ask why, but before the words are out, the elastic snaps.Holy hell.The heat in his gaze as he tosses the ruined underwear aside makes all the difference in the world.
“Please.”
“I plan on pleasing you.”
In any other moment, his line might be cheesy, but as he steps between my legs, bending over me to drag his lips across the slope of my breast, to capture my nipple in his mouth and give it a nip and a tug, it makes me even more desperate for him.
“I’ve wanted you like this since the moment you walked into the club.” His voice comes out as a growl as he nudges the head of his cock against my entrance and his eyes narrow. “Do you know how frustrating it is to want someone so badly and know you can’t have her? It drove me absolutely fucking nuts.”
I reach out to skim the hard muscles of his thighs with my fingertips, urging him forward and wishing I could curl my palms around the perfect curve of his ass.
“There’s nothing stopping you from having me now,” I whisper, because it’s the absolute truth.
But for some reason, his gaze darkens. “There are a million things that should stop me, but not a goddamned one will. I staked my claim. I meant it. You aremine.” On the last word, he plunges into me, balls deep, with a single stroke.
My breath gets caught in my throat and a moan comes out a garbled cry. My back arches, as if I’m lifting my hips in homage to him. Cannon reaches beneath me and grips my ass, raising me higher, so he can pull out almost completely. With just the head of his cock inside me, he stares into my eyes and repeats it again.
“Mine. All fucking mine.” He tunnels inside me again and again, and with every stroke, he brushes against my G-spot, lighting me up until I’m begging for release.
“Please. Please.”
From beneath my heavy lids, I watch as a devastating smile sneaks onto Cannon’s face. Self-satisfied and confident, he grips my hips and fucks me exactly the way he wants. As I thrash and grip the sheets for stability, he moves his thumb, sweeping it over my clit.
It’s like someone found the button for demolition, because that’s exactly what he does to me—destroys every single barrier left between us.
“Cannon!” I scream his name as I’m torn away from my hold on reality and plunged into pleasure, where sparks burst in my field of vision.
Even then, he doesn’t stop. He fucks into me harder and faster, his thumb increasing its pressure until I can’t say a single intelligible word. All I am is sensation and need and desperation.
“Again. Give it to me again.” He grunts out the order, and I can do nothing but whip my head from side to side.
On the edge of a ragged breath, I manage to get out a muddled reply. “Can’t. Too much.”