Dare to Submit (NY Dares 2)

He still hadn’t taken the time to really look at where she lived, and he didn’t stop to do it now, striding toward the open door with one wriggling, aroused woman in his arms.

He stepped into her bedroom and deposited her on the bed. His first thought was that she had to get a king-sized mattress if he was going to stay here often. Knowing how fired up that comment would make her, he kept it to himself.

He laid her on the bed, and Amanda had never felt so wanton or decadent. She’d never had a half-naked man in her bedroom standing over her, waiting to do God knows what either. But Decklan had walked in and taken over.

And though she normally called the shots in her daily life, she loved the ability he had to make her not think. In fact, since they’d gotten together, she’d stopped focusing on herself and her issues altogether, something she hadn’t realized but dawned on her now. He really got her in a way no one had. And she was beginning to wish she could keep him without hurting Brad in the process.

The thought would have had her pulling back, but Decklan was ahead of her, as usual. “Eyes on me, baby.”

She blinked and came back to focus on him.

He ran a strong hand over her calf and up her leg, his rough hands arousing her with his sensual touch. “Did I really catch you with your hand on your clit?”

She blinked up at him and smiled. “Maybe?”

He shook his head and laughed, but before she could breathe easy, he flipped her over, raised her skirt, jerked her panties down and off her legs, and treated her to one hard slap on each cheek.

She sucked in a breath at the sting, waited, and sure enough, the warmth caused her sex to tingle. “Who’s in charge in the bedroom?” he asked.

She hesitated, and when he smacked her once more, she realized she’d done it on purpose, wanting this exact result. She moaned and laid her head on the bed.

“Do you plan to answer me?” he asked, running his hand over her tingling skin. “Who’s in charge in the bedroom?” he asked again.

“You are.” But even as she spoke, she lifted her ass up toward him, causing a low, rumbling laugh to echo from him.

“Vixen,” he muttered with warmth, smacking her twice more before giving her what she really needed, his fingers inside her, his thumb on her clit, both working in tandem to give her the relief she desperately needed.

He slid in and out of her in an easy motion, and soon she was grinding against him, seeking release.

“You’re so wet for me,” he said gruffly.

She moaned and rubbed herself against his hand. “So close,” she whimpered as the waves building inside her crested higher.

In an instant, he pulled out, leaving her empty and hanging. “Decklan!”

He lifted her hips, and she caught on quickly, bracing her arms on the mattress, raising her hips.

She felt him behind her, his warm body coming over hers. Her pussy clenched with need. She didn’t care that she was still dressed, only that he could fill her and ease the empty ache he’d created.

“Now say it again.”

She wrinkled her nose though he couldn’t see. “Say what?” she asked, wriggling her behind, wanting him so badly she could barely speak.

“My name. Say my name,” he muttered, sliding his fingers through her weeping sex.

“Decklan, please,” she said without hesitation.

And was rewarded with the glide of his cock between her thighs. As a tease, it worked. More moisture pooled and inner walls clenched desperately.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, his entire body covering hers, his cock lined up at her entrance.

She arched back toward him in response. That’s all it took for his control to snap. He thrust so deep she felt him everywhere. He gave her no time to prepare or catch her breath. One hand on her hip, he picked up a rough rhythm she needed as much as he did. Wi

th every drive forward, his hips hit hers and forced her forward on the bed. Only his grip held her in place. The sounds of their heavy breathing and groans mixed together. He filled her in ways she hadn’t known she was empty, made her feel things she hadn’t thought she was capable of feeling. He took, yes, but he gave so much more.

He’d found that spot inside her, and with every thrust and glide, she reached higher, stars, rainbows, and all sorts of fireworks building inside her, ready to go off any moment. As if he knew, he reached around and slid his fingers over her clit, adding even more stimulation to her already sensitized, ready-to-blow body.

She cried out, reaching for everything he offered.