Master of Control (Gods of Vegas Book 5), стр. 19
“I want you, Isa. I want you as I’ve never wanted a woman before. I want to bury myself in you and show you all the ways I can make you come.”
Yes, I was definitely going to let him put it anywhere he wanted. If I didn’t ever get to have this again, I’d have it tonight.
My face must have shown my thoughts because he cupped my jaw and said, “I don’t want you to think of anything else but what’s happening here. The world outside doesn’t exist.”
When I didn’t respond, his grip tightened, and my heart skipped a beat. “Do you understand?”
The demand in his words sent a shot of arousal coursing through me. He’d just shown me a small taste of the dominant man, but until now, I hadn’t realized he was holding back. I wanted to see all of it, but I wasn’t sure he would ever reveal that part to me, or if I could ever let him go if he did.
I’d been so angry with him that day in the bar when he’d tried to get me to see what I wanted, and now all I cared about was getting to experience everything, at least this one time.
“Yes, I understand,” I whispered.
“Now open my slacks and take me out.”
I swallowed, released my hold on his cock, and worked open the button and zipper. He didn’t help me, just continued to hold himself over me. I pushed his pants past his hips and down his perfect ass. His cock sprang free, hitting his stomach. A bead of precum dripped from the tip.
Holy fuck.
I was definitely going to be sore tomorrow.
“Frightened?” The way he said it told me he knew damn well he was hung, with both girth and length.
“No. I want this. I want to feel you with every step I take.”
A feral gleam entered his eyes.
“Then I better make sure I deliver. Now finish undressing me.”
But instead of listening, I reached down and collected the precum from the head of his beautiful cock. Bringing it to my lips, I licked and then hummed.
“As much as I’d love to have you climb over me and suck my cock until I come, I want to sink inside your tight pussy. Take off my clothes, Isa.”
“I’m at a bit of a disadvantage to accomplish your instructions with you caging me.”
“You can figure it out.”
I lifted my legs, letting my toes hook his belt loops and pull the fabric down to his knees.
A slight curve of his lips told me he hadn’t expected my approach.
“You never cease to surprise me.” He pushed his pants the rest of the way off. “You’re like no other woman I’ve ever met. I really hope you won’t hate me in the future.”
Why would I hate him? For making me want him? Never.
I cupped his face. “Just you and me here. Nothing else.”
“Isa,” he moaned and covered my lips again.
His hard body came down over mine. The light dusting of hair on his chest grazed my nipples, making them strain tighter and ache. Lifting my hips, I rubbed my clit against the hard ridge of his length.
His tongue slid and rolled against mine, filling me with his intoxicating taste. I clutched his hair as my other hand held on to his shoulder.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I arched against him, reveling in the sensation of his cock pressed along my soaked opening. He rolled his pelvis, torturing me with need.
Breaking the kiss, I gasped in air and said, “I want you in me. Please.”
“Only you would beg and demand at the same time.”
“Bazzz,” I whined.
He lifted up and grabbed a condom sitting on the side table.
When had he put that there?
He tore the foil package and sheathed his cock. I watched him stroke up and down, making my mouth water for a taste.
“I’m making you mine, Isa. No man will ever give you what I will.”
I reached for him and he climbed between my spread legs. But instead of aligning his cock and driving in, he bent down, covering my clit with his mouth and pushing two fingers into my pussy.
“Oh God,” I cried out as my back bowed.
He worked my pussy with his fingers, tongue and mouth, bringing me to the cusp of release before easing back.
He repeated the sadistic torture two more times.
“No more, Baz. I beg you. Let me come.”
“Soon.” He slid up my body but kept his fingers buried deep in me, continuing to pump in and out.
When I was about to scream, he pulled free, bringing his fingers to my mouth.
“Suck.”
I stared at his hand for a brief moment and then opened my lips, sucking my essence from him.
He reached down, grabbing hold of his thick cock and sliding it up and down my dripping slit. My heart beat into my ears and my need grew.
“Please.”
“You’re mine, Isa. No matter what happens, you’re mine.”
The truth of what he was saying hit me. I’d never belonged to any other man the way I belonged to him. He was mine too.
“Say it, Isa.” The bulbous head of his cock breached the opening of my pussy. “Give me the words.”
Sweat beaded his forehead, revealing the restraint he was holding on to.
“I’m yours. I belong to you. No one else.”
“Forever.” He pushed in farther. “Say it.”
“Forever,” I moaned at the same moment he slammed all the way in.
We both cried out together.
I felt full, nothing like I’d experienced before. He throbbed inside me, unmoving even though I knew he wanted to. He was so big, almost too big.
“Breathe, baby. Relax.”
The soft crooning of his deep voice calmed something in me and caused my muscles to relax.
“I’m okay.” Threading my fingers into his hair, I brought him down for a kiss and then murmured, “I need you to move now.”
“I’m happy to oblige.”
He began with shallow thrusts, letting me become accustomed to his size. My body responded, growing slicker, easing