“Who owns your body?” She doesn’t answer, and I release her hair and push myself to kneel slightly. I part her legs and look down between us, staring as my cock disappears inside her. “Who fucking owns your body?” I grit out.
“You,” she pants, and I lose control, slamming into her repeatedly. I can feel my orgasm coming, but I’m not ready to end this, and when I pull from her, she groans in protest.
“Baby, I’m not rushing this so you can run off to your little workout friends.” I slap my hand against her arse, and she flinches. “Now, get that pussy in the air,” I order, lifting her to kneel.
I run my hand through her wetness, and she shudders. She’s so close.
I lie down on my back, lining my face with her pussy, and then I pull her down to sit on me.
“Jesus,” she cries when I suck her into my mouth. She looks down, watching as I lick her juices away.
It’s not long before she’s grinding against my face, chasing the rush. And just as I feel her tighten for a second time, I lift her from me.
“Ray,” she cries.
“I told you, I own you, and I say when you can come.”
I move her down my body until she’s aligned with my erection. Grabbing a condom from the bedside table, I put it on and relax, letting her take control.
She gives me an uncertain look as she reaches between us and takes my shaft in her hand.
“I’ve never been on top before,” she admits.
“Lies,” I say. “You just rode my face like an expert.” She blushes. “If you want that orgasm, you’re gonna have to chase it.”
She sinks down hard, and I hiss, digging my fingers into her thighs.
“Sorry, did that hurt?” she asks, worry crossing her flushed face.
“No, that was hot. Lift up slowly and do it again.” She does, and I watch her breasts as she bounces on top, trying to find her release.
It’s not long before I’m spinning her onto her back and I’m slamming into her fast and hard, unable to hold back any longer.
We come together, clinging to each other in a hot, clammy tangle of limbs.
She lies beneath me, getting her breath back. “Ray, I’m going to be late,” she whispers.
I smirk, kissing her. “Yes, you are,” I murmur, beginning to move inside her again.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
WYNTER
I like him. Really like him. And I didn’t expect to.
At the beginning, Ray scared the shit out of me. He was all sharp edges and control, watching everything, trusting no one. But the more time I spend with him, the more I see what Anika meant.
He softens. Not for everyone, but certainly for us.
I’m not used to a man looking at me the way he does. Like I’m his. Like the thought of anyone else even getting close is enough to set him off. There’s a part of me that knows I should question it. That there should be a warning bell somewhere in my head.
But there isn’t. Or maybe there is and I’m choosing to ignore it. Because I like it, I like the way he wants me all to himself and I like the way he looks at me like I matter.
So, when he argues about the gym, about Joel, about me going anywhere without him, I don’t fight it as hard as I should.
It’s not like it meant that much to me anyway. And, if I’m being honest, the last week has come with its own perks.
Every morning starts the same way now.With him.And I’m definitely not complaining.