His Terms

He started rubbing himself back and forth on her cleft for a few seconds, and right when she was on the verge of complaining he thrust the head inside of her. Rian leaned back enough to look down at her face, and then kissed her soundly.

Sorcha was done with teasing. She lifted her hips and arched her back, and as if reading her mind he thrust the rest of his inches into her.

They groaned out identically when his hips met hers, and then he stilled. She panted against his neck, felt him run his tongue along her pulse point, and removed her hands from above her head. Sorcha had kept them there this whole time, but right now she wanted to touch him.

He pressed his thumb against her clit and continued pumping into her. She was going to come, and it was going to be soon. Digging her nails into his arms, she closed her eyes and bit her lip. She thrashed her head back and forth, and her whole body tensed, readying itself for the impending orgasm.

“Open your eyes and look at me when I get you off.”

That was all it took, his deep and commanding voice telling her to come, and her muscles started to contract as pleasure filled her. She forced herself to open her eyes and stare at him. The pleasure washed through her, stealing her very breath, and burning her up alive with white-hot pleasure.

“You are so fucking beautiful when you come.”

She was still in the throes of her orgasm when he praised her, the words prolonging her pleasure as she threw her head back, and rode it out. She held her breath, the pleasure-filled tremors never ending in their onslaught as another climax peaked inside of her, and then exploded like a tiny thousand little pieces of glass.

“Seeing you like this, so fucking unhinged because of me, makes me want to fill you with my cum.” His voice was strangled, the veins in his neck pronounced as he gritted his teeth and spoke the words.

Maybe she should have cared that they weren’t using protection, and that the risk was great, but she couldn’t think straight right now. She was clean and on the pill, and Rian was a responsible man. That was one thing she knew without a doubt since working for him.

Need coursed through her, her mind fighting a battle with everything else.

“You’re so fucking tight and wet for me.” It was like he was forcing the words out. Both of his hands were on either side of her head as he slammed into her, and retreated.

In and out. Hard and then slow. He did the same motions over and over again. His sweat dripped from his hairline and chest and landed on her breasts, and the feeling of that wetness was like acid on her body. It felt good, mind-exploding, and she wanted more. God she wanted more. The full, heavy weight of his balls slapped against her ass repeatedly.

When he started to slow his thrusting she feared he was stopping right on the precipice of her coming again, but it was clear he wasn’t about to end this. He grabbed her calf and lifted it over his shoulder, and then leaned back slightly. His focus was on where their bodies joined, and the light from outside came through to show the sheen of sweat covering his chest.

Rian started to thrust back into her. “Brace yourself on your elbows, Sorcha. I want you to watch as I take you. I want you to see my cock going into your sweet little wet pussy, and know that you’re mine. This is mine, and I don’t share.”

Those words meant so much more than face value. She did as he asked, watching with wide eyes as he pushed the remaining inches into her and pulled back out. He did this with measured, expert movements, skilled in knowing how to torment and arouse her without even trying. His focus was on her when she glanced at him. Head downcast, gaze trained right on her, and eyelids at half mast, Rian looked frightening as much as he looked attractive.

“Watch, Sorcha.” His face looked controlled, but his voice was strained. His arms were braced on either side of her, and his muscles bunched. It was a façade, because he was losing it, too.

She glanced down between her thighs, and a gasp-moan left her at the sight. The light still came through the window, and gave her an illuminated, unobstructed view of what was going on. Her pussy hole was stretched wide around his cock, his thickness impressive yet frightening.

He moved faster into her, pulling out and pumping back in. The sound of their wet skin slapping together filled the room, drowned her senses, and drove her need higher.

“Do you see how perfectly you’re made for me?” His deep voice cracked, a telling sign that he was about to go over the edge. Her climax was so close she could feel it start in her lower back, the pleasure slowly building until it would explode within her.