To Save Sir (Doms of Decadence 7)

She drew away, frowning. “Did I do something wrong?”

“God, no, that was too good.”

“Then why stop?”

“Because I’m not as young as I once was, and it takes me a while to recover.”

She tipped her head to one side, looking sweetly confused.

“I want to be inside you when I come, baby. Now, come here.” He drew her up onto his lap so she straddled him, her heat against his dick. Was he trying to torture himself tonight?

He kissed her, taking his time to savor her, to build her arousal. By the time he was finished, she was squirming on his lap, making those little sounds of need he loved.

“Damn, you’re good at kissing,” she told him.

He smacked his hand on her ass. “No swearing.”

Her gaze narrowed. “I’m pretty sure you made that rule just so you get to spank my bottom.”

He hid his smile at her disgruntlement.

He rubbed her nipples with his thumbs, enjoying the way her breath caught.

“Sir, please.”

He was certain hearing her call him Sir would never grow old.

“What do you need?”

“You. Inside me. Now. Well, once you take the plug out.” She shifted around on his lap again.

“Who said it’s coming out?”

She stilled. “You’re going to take me while it’s inside me?”

He nipped her neck. “Yes.”

“Oh, God.”

He moved her so she knelt at the edge of the bed, her body spread over the mattress. Pushing her legs apart, he knelt between her thighs. Grabbing the base of the plug, he twirled it, pulling it out then pushing it deep.

She cried out, her hands twisting in the bed covers. Knowing he was near the end of his control, he inched his way inside her, moving slowly so he could judge whether she was finding it too much.

The way she pressed back at him, those small whimpers of need, told him everything he needed to know.

“Stay still, little sub.”

“I can’t.”

“You will. Unless you want me to take my pleasure without giving you any.”

She stilled at those words, and he was glad she was facing away from him as he grinned.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I?”

“Bastard.”