Tell Me You Crave Me (Search and Seduce 3)

“You should stop talking and take some action,” she said around an annoyed breath. An

noyed because her mouth had just been on him, and now she was facing the wall and not his chiseled muscles.

A loud zing echoed through the air and a burst of cool wind hit her skin. East had unzipped her dress completely, and it was now hanging around her like curtains, displaying her entire back and ass.

Just like she thought would never happen. But here she was again, in East’s arms. And that spark of self-confidence came back. Oh yeah, she felt sexy. And ready. For him.

“Take action, huh?” he said and smacked her bottom with an open palm. She moaned. “Like that?” He smacked again, and the loud slap of his hand on her ass made her wet. He gripped her hips and tugged her ass up and closer while his other hand on her neck bent her forward. She braced herself on the wall in front of her, and the brick scratched against her palms while he kicked her feet apart.

“This fucking dress has been taunting me. One quick swipe and you’re all mine,” he said. She smiled, because that’s what she’d thought of the dress when she’d worn it, too. So easy to put on…or take off. And now she was bent over, East at her back, the sound of his belt opening, and she was beyond ready.

“Tell me, baby,” he said, and she heard the rip of a condom wrapper and sound of him moving behind her. “You still annoyed?”

She felt the tip of his cock press against her entrance. But he stilled. Didn’t go in, just teased her.

“Yes,” she said around gritted teeth. “I’m very, very annoyed.”

“Poor thing, sounds rough. What with having to…what was it you said? See me around and know what I felt like inside of you?”

Now he was really pissing her off because he was stalling her pleasure on purpose, making her skin prick with icy hot need so she didn’t know if she’d burst into flames or split from the frost.

All she knew was that she needed him. Now.

She slammed her palm against the wall. “Are you being a jackass on purpose? Or just trying to—”

“Trying to make you beg for it,” he said, and ran the head of his cock along her folds, back and forth, making her wetter and wetter but never breaching. Just like last time. East liked his control. She was learning that quickly. And now he wanted to hear her say that she wanted him. Well guess what? She wanted to hear him say it first.

“I don’t recall what I said. It’s all a blur.” She pretended to yawn. “Must not have been that memorable.”

She felt East still for a moment, and she didn’t have to look back to know that zinger had gotten to him and his swollen ego.

“Is that right?” He smacked her ass hard as he slid his cock along her clit. The jolt of the slap and the touch on her clit made her choke on her own breath. He still wasn’t going inside her. This was a game of wills now, and they both knew it.

“Maybe I should remind you,” he said.

She wanted to scream yes, but she was so close to having him admit he wanted her. Maybe it was her own ego getting the better of her, but in the spirit of not being “that girl,” she arched her back, rubbed herself along his cock, and said, “I guess that depends on you and how bad you want it.”

With a low groan, he grabbed her hip in one hand and pulled her hair with the other. He lifted her just enough to lean forward and whisper in her ear, “Oh, I want it, baby. And you’re going to give it to me.”

With that, he thrust inside of her.

She yelled to the sky and thanked God she finally had East right where she wanted him.

Deep inside.

“Looks like you want it, too, don’t you?” He thrust in and out, and each time, he pulled on her hair like reins to keep her close and force her to take everything he had to give. “Tell me,” he commanded and tugged on her hair. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“So bad,” she admitted. Her sheath was already clenching, ready to come from East’s wild pumping, and she couldn’t deny it. Somewhere in her foggy mind, she wondered if he’d needed to hear her admit it. Because the second she did, he fucked her harder, faster, as if all the tension had left and been replaced by wild passion neither of them could deny.

“Tell me again.” There was a harsh rasp and a hint of desperation in his voice. She was too far gone to entertain the idea that East could be desperate for her. But it was a nice thought.

He reached around and strummed her clit while he pulled her up and bit her neck.

“I want to come,” she said, trying to keep some kind of upper hand. He wanted her to tell him what? That she wanted him? That she was right there? That she wasn’t going anywhere? She didn’t know. All she knew was that she was spinning when it came to this man, and for the first time, she had a hint of a notion that he was clutching to her as if he needed something back. But between the pleasure rising and her core sparking with flecks of release, she could barely form a thought.

“You will come, baby. I will make you come.” He sounded so assured. Granted, she knew she would come. East felt way too good not to. “But I want to hear you say it,” he said. “Tell me who is going to make you come.”

“You are,” she breathed.