Black Diamond (Obsidian 2)

I didn’t appreciate the bossiness when we were spending time together, but the moment things turned sexual between us, I couldn’t get enough of it. I liked not thinking. I liked not having to make decisions. I liked letting go, trusting someone else to guide me.

I crawled into his lap and straddled his hips, feeling the head of his cock against my entrance. I’d never taken him this way, and my stomach clenched nervously. He wasn’t just long, but impressively thick. It was a new angle, one I’d never tried before. My experience paled in comparison to his, but he never seemed to mind.

Calloway took the lead, like always. “Play with your tits.” His expression was ice-cold, suggesting defiance wasn’t an option.

I palmed both of my breasts and massaged them.

Calloway grabbed my hips and slowly pulled me onto his length, pushing through my tightness as he slid into me. Inch by inch, he entered my slick channel.

My hands stopped moving, and I winced and moaned nearly at the same time, absorbing the pleasure and disregarding the pain. We’d been sleeping together for nearly a month, but the pain of intercourse was prevalent. Our anatomical differences must have been the cause, but I wouldn’t want it to change anything even if I had the power to make it happen. Because the discomfort was nothing in comparison to how good he made me feel. His cock made me feel so full, like a sexy woman.

He pulled me into his lap, every inch of his length buried inside me.

My hands left my tits and wrapped around his strong wrists, gripping the corded veins across his hands and forearms. My pussy stretched the longer he sat inside me, my narrow channel acclimating slowly.

“Play with your tits.” His face was inches from mine as he issued the same command as he had before. He didn’t move until I obeyed.

My hands returned to the sensitive skin, feeling my hard nipples brush against my fingertips.

He watched me with a dark expression, loving the sight. His jaw clenched, and a moan so quiet I barely heard it escaped his lips. His hands moved underneath my thighs, and he guided me up and down his length, his hips rocking into me slowly. “Pinch your nipples.”

I’d never heard of someone pinching their own nipples, so I didn’t do it. I massaged my breasts slowly, feeling the smooth skin and the round shape.

“Twist. Your. Nipples.” He pulled me down his length again, impaling me with this size.

A haze had fallen over me, and I couldn’t see straight anymore. All I could see was this gorgeous man, the king of sex, commanding me to do something. His hard cock was deep inside me, so he had the power to rule my body.

I did as he asked, twisting them mildly until I felt a spike of pain. I moaned quietly through the pain until I felt the influx of pleasure. It floored me because I didn’t expect it. Not once did I consider touching myself like that when I was alone with my vibrator.

He moved me up and down again, the lust deep in his eyes. “Rock your hips. Like this.” He gripped my ass and then made the motion for me, teaching me how to arch my back before I slid down his length. Each time I did it, my clit rubbed against his pelvic bone in just the right away—and it felt amazing.

“Oh god…” My hands left my breasts, and I touched his chest, feeling the powerful muscle and grooves of his abs. I slid my hands to his shoulders and used them as an anchor so I could dig my hips deeper. We were still moving together at a slow pace, but the speed didn’t hinder the pleasure—it only heightened it.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you look sexy.” His hands moved up my stomach to my tits, where he palmed each one. He squeezed my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and gave them a gentle pinch.

I winced but moaned again, inexplicably addicted to the sensation. The moisture from my pussy dripped down his length all the way to his balls. I could feel the slickness every time I ground against his hips, knowing I was overflowing with arousal.

My hips moved quicker, grinding against him and taking in his length. I rubbed my nub against his hard skin, feeling my orgasm approaching in the distance. There was a fire deep in my belly, a power surging through my veins. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I locked my eyes with his, crumbling before I even hit my threshold.

“I knew I had to have you the second I laid eyes on you…” He guided my hips harder, making me move faster up and down his length. “Beautiful. Strong. And you’ve got one hell of an arm on you.”