Dulce

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hmm…” He lifts his hands and traces my face with his fingertips in a barely there whisper of a touch. It’s soft and gentle, yet I feel it imprint on my skin.

His thumb skates over my bottom lip. When I lick the tip of it with my tongue, he groans and pushes the thumb inside my mouth.

I suck it like I would his dick before circling the head with just the tip of my tongue.

“Damn you,” he whispers before pushing me down so that I’m lying flat on my back.

His hands snap up my thighs, disappearing under my skirt. He finds my underwear. Hooking his fingers in the material, he tugs my panties down, waiting for me to lift my hips so I can help him.

I hesitate for a second before giving in, his lure too enticing to resist.

He tugs them free, then tosses them over his shoulder, his blazing eyes never leaving mine. Not even when he spreads me wide open.

His gaze stays locked on mine, scorching both a confession and his sin before he dips his head and devours me. There is no other way to describe it.

I cry out, shocked at the intensity. He doesn’t take it easy on me. I’m not sure why I expected him to.

Slipping his thumbs inside me, he holds me open and dives in with his tongue, fucking me with it as if it were an extension of his dick.

His nose bumps my clit, making me squirm as I grip his sheets in a death grip.

“You make me want things I can’t have,” he snarls at me before lashing my clit with his tongue.

He nips me lightly, making me hiss, before sucking my clit with a savagery that borders on painful.

It takes a second to wade through the lust fogging my brain to realize he’s punishing me for making him bend his rules, but if he thinks a little pain will make me pull away, he’s mistaken.

Depending on my mood, I like all different types of sex. Rough and hard, slow and sensuous, quick and dirty with the risk of exposure, and sometimes, with a little extra something to push me over the edge. Whether that means spanking, choking, or tying me up, I’m usually open to suggestions. I am, however, usually the one in control.

It’s the way I like it. And the kind of sex I seek unless I’m playing a role that requires me to be submissive. But lying here, pinned under Dmitri’s large form as he dominates my body and fogs my brain, I realize pretty quickly that what I thought I wanted was all just a sham. Turns out, I’ve just not been getting it from the right person.

That’s a sobering thought. Dmitri isn’t mine. He can’t be. Hell, I still might have to kill him, which will put a kink in any relationship.

I grip his hair to pull him away, but then he rapidly flicks his tongue and I end up pulling him closer instead, holding him exactly where I want him.

“Fuck!” I curse.

Pulling back, his lips wet with my arousal, he slaps my pussy lightly, making me writhe.

“Better watch that mouth, little lamb,” he warns before thrusting two fingers inside me.

“Asshole.”

“It’s Mr. Asshole to you, baby. But you can call me Dmitri when my fingers are inside you and sir when your pussy is wrapped around my cock.”

A third finger joins the others, making me throw my head back and groan as my pussy struggles to adjust to the invasion.

“So fucking tight.”

“You have big freaking hands.” I gasp.

“Better get used to it, Everly, or I’ll split you in two when I fuck you.”

His thumb presses over my clit.

“I thought you couldn’t sleep with me.”

“Wouldn’t, not couldn’t. And I said nothing about sleeping.”

He thrusts his fingers into me faster as his wet thumb glides backward and forward over my clit.

“Pretty damn presumptuous,” I manage to choke out. I mean, he’s not wrong, but still.

He laughs, and the dark, rich sounds make my skin prickle with goosebumps.

“When I fuck you, and I will, you’ll be on your knees begging me for my cock.”

I lift my arm and place my hand over my mouth in a dramatic fake yawn.

“You’re all talk, Aslanov.”

Leaning over me so I can’t move, he thrusts his fingers as far as they will go and thumbs my clit hard.

“I like to be in control. And what a coincidence, I have ample experience telling little girls what to do. Now come.”

I shake my head and try to ignore the freight train of pleasure barreling toward me. I open my mouth to curse him out, but he bites my neck.

“The only words out of your mouth should be yes, fucking sir,” he commands, shattering any illusions I had of holding on.

“Yes, fucking sir,” I yell as he twists his fingers and I come, denting my pride and soaking his hand.