Just For You, Sir (Doms of Decadence 1)

She groaned in protest. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Open up to me, Jacey. How do you feel? What do you like? Do you like having my finger inside you?”

“Yes,” she cried. “But I want more.”

“More? Two fingers?” He pushed another finger inside and she thrust her hips up.

“Yes, please. Move them.”

“Like this?” He drove them in and out of her passage. “Or like this?” Curling his fingers, he brushed them against a sensitive spot inside her that almost had her coming instantly.

He laughed again and the sound of his happiness had her opening her eyes to stare up at him. She grinned.

“Both,” she told him. “I like both. A lot. But I prefer having you inside me.”

He shook his head. “Not this time. This time is all for you, baby. Are you feeling hot?”

She nodded her head. “I’m on fire. I want more. I want to come. Please make me come.” This wasn’t her. This wasn’t the demure woman her mother had raised. But Jacey didn’t want to be that girl anymore.

The new Jacey was bold, daring.

“I need to come, Derrick. Don’t make me wait.”

“Then come.”

Leaning in, he took her mouth in a deep kiss as his thumb flicked her clit furiously. The tips of his fingers brushed against her insides, making her shake. His tongue continued to play with hers, his mouth capturing her cry of rapture as she came.

He pressed down firmly on her clit, prolonging her orgasm as her passage continued to pulsate around him.

Finally, she collapsed against him, completely sated.

Derrick licked her essence from his fingertips and her clit throbbed at the erotic sight.

Once she’d regained her breath, she sat up slightly. “Tell me something about you.”

“What would you like to know?” he asked.

“Tell me about your family. Do you have any siblings? Parents?”

“Both of my parents are dead. I barely remember my father and my mother died when I was eighteen. I have a younger brother, Matt. He’s an asshole. The only good thing he ever did was marry Holly. Of course, he treated her abominably.”

Jacey knew how close he and Holly were.

“You don’t have anything to do with him?”

“No. Holly was in a bad accident a few years ago and hurt her leg badly. She was facing a long road of therapy and recovery. My asshole brother visited her in the hospital to tell her he wanted a divorce.”

“That’s terrible.”

“Probably the best thing that could have happened. I moved her in with me, arranged for all her therapy. While she was recovering, she started working for me as my personal assistant. She still does.”

“But she doesn’t live in Austin?”

“No, she and Brax live near Waco.”

“You must miss her.”

“We talk most days. She’s very important to me. Closer to me than my brother ever was.”