Authors: Lisa Fox
SinfullyYours (4 page)
He withdrew his fingers from her pussy and she squealed when
he spanked her ass. “Did I ask your opinion?” He spanked her again. “Are you
going to suck my dick or not?”
No man had ever made her as wet as he did. But then, no man
had ever taken charge of her the way he did. Bailey was used to running things
in the bedroom, directing her partners for her own maximum pleasure. It was
surprising how easily she relinquished control to him. And how much she enjoyed
it. She met his gaze and then slowly went to her knees before him.
“Good,” he breathed out as she unzipped his jeans. He
gathered her hair into his fists. She helped him step out of his jeans and then
took his cock in her hand. The smooth, soft skin of his cock was hot against
her palm as she stroked him. He gave her hair a little tug, pulling her face
toward him. “Open your mouth.”
She started to lick him, but he gripped her hair harder and
took control, pumping into her mouth with a deep, steady thrust. He puffed out
little grunts of arousal and desire, murmured words of lust and encouragement.
She held onto his thighs as he used her, the powerful muscles trembling under
her hands, and she relaxed her jaw, taking him as deep as she could.
He pulled out with a groan and held his cock over her mouth,
tracing the outline of her lips with the head. “I think it’s hard enough, don’t
you?”
She licked the underside. “Oh, are you asking my opinion
now?”
He gripped her arm and pulled her to her feet, drawing her
into his embrace. His cock pushed between her legs, resting against her outer
folds. Primal need clouded her brain and she jumped when he spanked her ass.
“You have quite the little attitude.”
She grinned up at him. “I told you, sometimes I’m a very bad
girl.”
He spanked her again and she yelped. “Looks like I’m going
to have to teach you to behave.”
She met his gaze, his blue-gray eyes. She almost wished she
didn’t like him as much as she did. “You’re welcome to try.”
He grinned, nipped her lower lip, and then spun her around.
His cock pressed against her ass and his breath was hot in her ear. “Bend over
and spread your legs.”
She arched her back, pressing back against him as she leaned
forward. Her clit throbbed and she braced herself on the bed, ready for him to
take her.
He took a step back from her, putting space between them.
She watched him over her shoulder as he ran his index finger up the length of
her entrance. Her legs trembled from that raw wave of lust that flooded her
pussy, and she whimpered when he slid his finger inside her. “Do you think you
deserve my cock?”
It was hard to think anything with his finger stroking her
deep and she rocked against his hand, powerless to resist the rhythm he set.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
She moaned when he hit her g-spot, her eyes rolling back in
her head. “I can make it feel really good.”
“How?”
“With my pussy.” He stroked her deeper and she went up on
tiptoes, offering him everything. “Please, Rick.” He added another finger and
stole her breath. “
Please
.”
He took his hand from her pussy and shoved it into her
mouth. “What if I want this instead?” he asked, gripping her jaw.
She writhed beneath him, burning with need. “Yes,” she said
though it came out muffled around his hand. “Anything.”
“That’s right. Anything I want.” He stepped back, and she
heard the distinctive sound of a condom package being ripped open. A moment
later, he spread her open with his thumbs, the head of his cock pressing
against her entrance. “Mine,” he said and thrust into her.
A moaned exploded out of her as he filled her. He was even
bigger than she remembered, thicker.
He gripped her hips, pulled out and thrust back in. “Say it.
Tell me your pussy belongs to me.”
“It’s you pussy!” She screamed and bit down on the mattress.
“Your pussy, your pussy, your pussy,” she chanted as he pounded her from
behind.
The sounds of their heavy breathing and the slap of their
bodies filled the room. She was probably not going to be able to walk tomorrow,
but she didn’t care. It was too good to slow down, too good to stop, too good
to ever end. She rode him mercilessly, working him harder and harder toward the
release that was building within her.
He gripped her hair and yanked her head back. “Does my pussy
want to come?”
Her back arched painfully, his cocked forced deeper inside
her. “Yes,” she panted. “Please, Rick, make me come.”
“Here you go, baby,” he said, and found her clit. She quaked
as he massaged it. “Come.”
A few more thrusts and her body was heaving, the orgasm
tearing out of her in a furious wave.
“Fuck,” he moaned as her body milked his cock. “That feels
so fucking good.” He bit down on her shoulder and plowed into her deeper,
groaning as he emptied himself.
Bailey collapsed on the bed in a heap when he finally let
her go. He crashed down beside her, laughing as he caught his breath.
“You are amazing,” he said, taking her into his arms.
She smiled as she snuggled into his embrace, content and
completely at peace with the world. They lay together for some time, stroking
and caressing one another, indulging in light kisses and soft sighs.
“So,” he said, running his fingers up and down her back. “Do
I have to wait another two weeks before you call me again?”
She rested her chin on his chest. This talk had come sooner
or later. She had been hoping to put it off though. “This was fun, but I don’t
know that I want anything serious, Rick.”
“Then don’t be so serious.” He traced her jaw, kissed her
lips. “I want to see you again.”
She brushed his nipple, teasing it with her fingertip.
“Maybe I just want sex.”
He squeezed her ass. “It’s a good start.”
“That might be all you get.” She met his gaze. “Would you be
okay with that?”
He ran his hand over his face. “I’ve got to be a fucking
idiot,” he muttered. “No, I would not be okay with that.”
Bailey laughed. It was only slightly bitter. “You know,
everybody says that men are just after sex, but that’s so not true. Why would
you want a relationship when you can get all the sex you want for free?”
His arms tightened around her and he rolled her over on the
bed, trapping her beneath him. “Because I want everything.” He looked directly
into her eyes. “I never settle for less. Do you?”
She reached up, touched his cheek. “Relationships are
complicated. Why bother with all that drama?”
“Because being with you feels good. I want to know why you
were in San Francisco, how you met that backup dancer. I want to hear all about
it and then I want to take you home and fuck you until you scream.” He rested
his elbows on either side of her head and cupped her face. “Getting only one
part of that is not going to be enough for me.” His expression softened and he
lowered his voice. “Tell me something, Bailey, did you think about me at all
during those two weeks?”
She sighed, knowing that she had lost this debate, finally
accepting that maybe it was one she didn’t want to win anyway. “Every day.”
He nodded slowly. “I thought about you too.”
“Ugh, fine,” she said, letting her head fall back against
the bed. No amount of world-weary bitterness could compete against that kind of
sweet sincerity. She had to laugh. “You win! Let’s get married.”
He laughed along with her. “Marriage, huh?” He shifted on
top of her, letting her feel his renewed arousal. “I hope you’re planning on
showing me something exceptionally good.”
“Well, there is one thing…”
“What might that be?” he asked, resettling himself between
her thighs.
She flipped him over onto his back, straddled his waist, and
leaned in for a long, deep kiss that left them both breathless. Dating him was going
to be either very fun or extremely exasperating. If she was really lucky, it
would be a bit of both. She looked done into his handsome face and grinned.
“Here, let me show you.”
World-renowned neurosurgeon, master chef, secret member of
American royalty, seducer of legions of beautiful, outrageously sexy angels and
demons and vampires and werewolves and the occasional pirate, Lisa Fox has done
it all…in her own mind. In reality, she can generally be found at her desk with
a cup of coffee close at hand. Or maybe a martini. It really depends on the
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