Commanded (Club Sin 6)

His eyes stayed on her as she rode him, slow and eager. “Yeah, Chloe, just like that,” he growled. His hands cupped her face. “You’re so beautiful.” He groaned as she took him in to the hilt. Each shift of her hips left him saying something else: “Pretty. So damn pretty.” Or, “Christ, that’s it.” Or even, “Fuck, yes!”

Before long he fell silent, and Chloe could hear nothing but her own screams of pleasure as he began to move into her from underneath at a speed she hadn’t known a man was capable of. She also had no idea she was capable of another orgasm until one hit her so fast she could only dig her fingers into his shoulders, hanging on for the ride.

Yet again, he didn’t even give her the chance to return from the high.

She found herself flipped onto her side, with him lying on his side behind her. Moving in his intense and powerful way, he slid his arm under her neck, holding her to him. She felt his cock on her bottom seconds before he pulled her leg up and entered her from behind. The position left her looking over her shoulder at him; it should have been awkward but was nothing less than perfection. His sculpted lips never left her mouth, stealing every single one of her moans.

Eventually he broke the kiss. “Look at me,” he said.

Chloe reopened her eyes, meeting his piercing stare. He began to rub her clit again, slowly, teasingly, with his thick dick buried inside her. She gazed into his eyes, pulled in by the power he possessed.

Under those intense eyes, she saw the fire there in their depths, the burning of passion unlike anything she’d seen before. Everything soon intensified—the swirl of his hand, the thrusts of his cock—until she pleaded, “Please. Please. Please.” And then she came again.

Only when her mind emerged from the haze of pleasure did she realize she was on her belly and Sawyer was now gently penetrating her from behind. “Oh, my God.” She gripped the pillow beneath her.

A firm slap on her ass yanked her away from the haze of a climax, and with a strong arm wrapped around her middle, he flipped her over. She spotted his arrogant grin of satisfaction, which could belong only to a man who’d given a woman multiple orgasms, before he moved away from her and kicked off his jeans.

Feeling bold herself, she glanced at his cock. Sawyer was huge. Yes, she’d felt it, but seeing his gorgeous body naked only made her appreciate his beauty that much more. His cock was thick, with veins running up the sides of it, making her quiver with excitement. He was rock hard, the tip pointing up.

Heat coursed into her veins as he returned to her, sliding between her thighs. Fully blanketed by Sawyer, all man and all muscle, she felt her inner muscles clench. Sliding his hand under her to cup her shoulder, he entered her again. “This time don’t hold back,” he told her.

She had one second to think he’d lost his mind to believe she’d been holding back earlier before he hooked his arm behind her knee and began pumping into her. Pressure formed low in her body, and she whipped her head from side to side from the pleasure.

“Stop holding back,” he grunted.

She wanted to scream that she wasn’t, when suddenly she found herself on top of him again and straddling him. A stinging slap on her bottom left her gasping.

“Let go,” he growled.

Another slap had her increasing her speed, now setting a rhythm that left her breathless.

Two more slaps, then…“That’s it.”

Her eyes closed with the intensity forced upon her, a mind-blowing pleasure that exhausted her body and yet invigorated it, too. When his hand smacked each cheek hard, the blast of pain didn’t hurt as expected; it somehow made her need more.

Yet…she couldn’t get there…

At the feeling of his large hands cupping her face, she opened her eyes. His Dominant gaze locked with hers. “Let go.” As he held her face an inch from his and thrusted up from underneath, she lost all sense of herself. He brought her to a level of a pleasure beyond anything she’d ever known before.

No longer did Chloe and Sawyer exist. They’d become two bodies searching for something deeper. Something that happened only when they touched. Something undeniably magical.

As pleasure so pure and rich coursed through her veins, starting at the tips of her fingers and rushing straight into her womb, her eyes widened. “Please. Please. Please,” she screamed.

His hands left her hips and he slapped her ass, intently, purposefully. The perfectly placed swats made her skin flame and her pussy clench. He reached for her hands and pinned them to his chest.

No longer could she scream. She couldn’t even breathe. Nerve endings she’d never even known she had lit up with satisfaction as her entire body quivered and quaked with her climax.

“Fuck. Yes!” was the last thing that shot from Sawyer’s mouth as her cum slickened the space between their bodies. He bucked and jerked, roaring out his pleasure.

At last he went quiet and still, and her mind, soul, and body crashed into silence. Long minutes went by while Chloe recovered and Sawyer’s chest heaved against hers. Sweat drenched their bodies. And she inhaled the musky scent of sex.

Only when Sawyer released his grip on her hands and tucked her into his side did any sense of herself return. “Well,” she said at last, breathless, “I can cross one thing off my bucket list.”

“Which is?” Sawyer asked, tracing a finger delicately over her spine.

“Truly understanding what it means to get fucked.”

He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”