And somewhere between one breath and the next—between fear and want, between logic and whatever this is—I let go.
Not of control. Of doubt.
Because this? This feels like something out of the stories I’ve always loved.
Dark.
Intense.
All-consuming.
And for once, I’m not just reading it.
I’m living it.
I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him to me, desire riding me hard now.
The stubble on his cheeks as he growls and nips the skin of my neck between his teeth only makes this more real, more raw.
I don’t know what to pay attention to first—it’s like sensation overload.
Like his hands are just everywhere—and for a moment I wonder if being a DJ—using top tech equipment at supersonic speeds has made him kind of a master at this, at foreplay.
Whatever the reason, I am more than grateful, and I hold on as he tips us both until we’re on top of the mattress—me on my back and him hovering over me.
I hear the rustle of fabric as he pushes his pants down, then his dick is sliding between my folds and I can’t hold back my whimper.
“I’ll put on a condom if you want me to. I swear I’m clean, I haven’t been with anybody in months and my contract makes me get a physical once a month.”
“I’m clean too,” I moan, and honestly, I should know better, but he feels really good and I want him so much.
“Damn straight you are, linda. But like I said, if you want me to, I’ll wear one. Just not yet. Right now I want you to grind that sweet slit against my cock while I suck on your tits. Can you do that for me, Sunshine? Can you get my dick nice and wet?”
My eyes are so wide I wonder if they’ll pop out of my head, but somehow I manage to nod and David groans and holds his hips hard against me while he bends his head and takes one nipple into his hot mouth.
I moan and clutch at his shoulders and neck, and yeah, I do as he says. I grind against his thick, girthy cock as he sucks on my tit. The heat? The suction? It’s so good.
I swear I’m gonna come if he keeps doing that.
He rolls us over so he’s the one on his back and now I’m astride him.
My legs are short and I feel the burn in my thighs, but it’s good. So damn good. The pressure now is just right, and his hands are on my ass, digging in, demanding more.
“Fuck, you’re so hot for it. For me. Aren’t you, Sunshine? That’s it. Keep rubbing that sweet pussy all over me. Get me soaked in your juices, linda,” David growls as he switches to my other breast.
And he’s not wrong.
I am hot for him.
Wet. Soaked.
My need is already dripping down his cock, and I’m desperate for more.
He’s the one in control. But he doesn’t use it to dominate me. Instead, it feels like he uses his power to help me let go. To make me feel loose and confident—and God help me, I do.
“David, I need,” I moan, frustration making me whine.
“What do you need? You can have it. Anything you want,” he growls, hands fisted in my hair as he forces my unfocused gaze to his.