Tiernan (Dangerous Doms 6)

“You look…”

He drags his fingers along the scruff of his chin and eyes me. “Like I want to eat you alive?”

I laugh nervously. “Exactly… that. Yes.”

He prowls toward me as more light fills the room. Warmth hits my back, but it’s nothing compared to the warmth he ignites with his eyes.

“Like the wolf,” I whisper. “Just… gobble me up.”

I watch as his muscles bunch and flex, his chest rising with every breath that he takes. He exhales, and he’s so close his breath skates across my naked skin. My pulse races as he walks around me, eying every single detail.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, not touching me.

I watch his eyes. “You look like you’re going to… appraise me or something. Like… kick my tires.”

“Kick your tires?” A corner of his lips twitch. “Even I don’t take my kink that far.”

I giggle nervously, but he’s grown sober.

His voice is low and commanding when he says, “Be still, Aisling.”

I like the way my name sounds on his lips. I close my eyes and breathe in deeply. I open my eyes on the exhale.

He stands just a few feet away from me, his toes facing mine. There’s nothing between us but our mingled breaths. Slowly, so slowly the movements are almost imperceptible, he reaches for me. One large, rough hand closes in on the small of my back and draws me near.

He bends and brushes his lips to my neck, his movements sure and confident. My head drops to the side, welcoming this kiss, and his purposeful ministrations. He suckles the skin, and I keen with pleasure.

“Mmm,” I whisper, my body teeming with heat and pleasure.

“Come here,” he whispers in my ear. “I want you to ride me with the sunrise.”

He sits heavily on the sofa and positions me in front of him, staring at me as he rolls a condom on. My mouth is dry, and my pulse races.

“I want to know everything,” he says. “What happened to the girl I knew.”

My heart stutters to a halt. No. No, I don’t want him to ask me that.

“Even I don’t remember her.” My voice is distant and hollow. I close my eyes and look down at the floor, but he doesn’t stop. He reaches for my hand.

“What makes you tick. What you hope, what you dream.”

I have no hopes. I have no dreams, beyond survival from one day to the next.

He takes my hands and glides me onto his lap. “I want to know what you like, and what you don’t. What you want, and what you need.”

“Right now,” I say with a teasing smile. “This girl wants your thick cock to fill her needy little pussy.”

He chuckles, and arranges me so I’m straddling him. “We can arrange that, babe.”

His eyes bore into mine as he glides his cock to my entrance. Just the very tip, then more still.

“Fuck,” he grates. “You’re so fucking tight. So wet for me, aren’t you?”

I can only whimper in response. I help him ease into me, and slowly glide myself down onto his hardened cock.

“Yes,” I moan, already spasming with pleasure. “Yes, please.”

He lifts my hips, then slams them back down on his cock.

“Ride me, Aisling.”

I move without conscious thought, needing his cock and this friction, over and over again, while he reaches for my nipples and strokes them. Every touch shoots pleasure through my body, as he glides my hips up and down, the walls of my pussy clenching his shaft. My body convulses over him, but I keep my position, whimpering and grinding my needy pussy on his cock.

Light from the window streams inside, illuminating my body like a spotlight in pinks and gold hues. He bends and licks my nipple. “Like tasting a moonbeam,” he muses, while I build a rhythm up and down his length.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs. “Just like that.”

His hands reach for my breasts, his thumbs graze my nipples, and I whimper. “Jesus.”

“Don’t you dare come,” he says, his gaze locked on mine. “Not unless I give you permission.”

I whimper and nod. “Yes,” I groan. “Okay, yes.”

He lifts my hips and slams me back down over his cock, over and over again, and I move along with him, eager for the pressure, nearly begging for release.

“I mean it,” he says warningly. “If you dare come before I say, I’ll punish you. Is that what you want?”

I whimper and rock my hips. “Oh, God,” I whimper. “I… I don’t know.”

His eyes darken, his brows snapping together. “Trust me, Aisling. You don’t want me to punish you.”

Even the words “punish you” sends pulsing desire straight through me.

My need to come gets damn near frantic, and I’m moving quicker up and down his shaft.

He growls in warning, pinching my nipples so hard it’s painful, but Jesus, it only makes me need to come even more. I can’t stop it. The waves of pleasure are coming hard and fast, and I couldn’t stop them if I tried. I don’t want him to punish me, though.