Intense

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

“I guess. As okay as I can be.”

“You did good.”

“I thought you were pissed that I disobeyed your orders.”

I smirked at her. “I want you to obey me, but I’m just happy you got through it.”

“I’m obeying your orders when it comes to our lives,” she clarified, “and that’s it.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that, princess. I’m sure you’ll be begging for more orders soon enough.”

“I don’t think so.”

“When that skin is under my tongue, sweating and moaning, you’ll do what I say and you’ll beg for more.”

She gaped at me for a second and then shook her head. “I’m going to try and get Mason down for a nap.”

“Think you can?”

“He normally naps around now, so we’ll see.”

She walked hurried over to him, pulled him from the car seat, and carried him back into the bedroom.

I watched her go, grinning slightly to myself. There was nothing I wanted more after killing a man than pussy, and from the way she had just looked at me, I suspected she was thinking the same thing

After a second glass of whisky and about a half hour, she emerged from the bedroom.

“How is he?” I asked.

She sat down next to me, legs curled underneath her. “Asleep finally.”

“Seems like a good kid.”

“Yeah, he is pretty good.” She sighed, shaking her head. “I’m just afraid of what this will do to him.”

“Nothing,” I said. “Nothing will happen to him. I promise.”

She bit her lip, looking at me. I felt my blood pulse hard in my veins. “How can you say that after today?”

“They got lucky,” I said softly, “but you saw what I’m capable of.” I moved closer to her on the couch. “I won’t let any lesser man touch you or Mason. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Emory,” she said, matching my tone. “I’m afraid.”

“Of course you are. You’d be insane not to be.”

“But I trust you. I don’t know why, but I do.”

I grinned at her. “It’s because you know what I can do.” I felt my cock hardening as I stared at her lips.

“You don’t sound like you’re talking about fighting anymore,” she said.

“I’m not. You know what I can do to your body. You trust me because you know I can have complete control.”

“I don’t know.”

“You know.” I moved closer to her, our faces inches apart.

“Make me understand.”

I reached out and took her hair gently and tipped her head back. She gasped as I kissed her neck. “I can make you do a lot of things, princess.”

“Prove it, Emory.”

I pressed my lips hard against her mouth, kissing her deep and rough. She gave in to me right away, kissing me back, wrapping her arms around me. I held her hair as I kissed her, my whole body tingling and lightning hot, my cock hard as fuck and straining to get out of my pants.

“We have to be quiet,” she said as I kissed her neck again, my hands roaming her body.

“Tell yourself that,” I said. “You’re the one that’s going to be moaning my name.”

“Emory,” she gasped as I kissed her neck, my hands slipping down between her legs.

“Exactly, princess. Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this pussy for so long.” I rubbed her over her shorts and she tensed her arms.

“Is this a good idea?” she asked.

“This is the best idea I’ve ever had.” I rocked back and kissed her hard again. She pressed her body against mine, moving her hips against my hand as I worked her.

I pulled back and quickly unbuttoned her shorts and then pulled them off. I loved the way they slid over her legs, revealing these fucking sexy panties. I got her shorts off and then pressed myself against her, my hand working her soaking, useless panties.

“Shit,” she gasped. “I’m so fucking wet.”

“You’re damn right you are.” I pressed my hand underneath her panties, finding her soaked clit. “Absolutely dripping fucking wet. I knew you were practically begging for my cock.”

I began to work her clit, moving in soft circles as she moaned into my mouth. We kissed like that, tongues touching, fire lancing down my veins, my cock hard as fuck as I worked her clit with my skilled hands.

She moved her hips against me, clearly losing herself. Every fucking move she made drove me wild, made me harder. She had no fucking clue how sexy she was with every moan, every motion. I pressed my fingers deep inside her and she tipped her head back.