Princess in Lingerie (Lingerie 12)

Listening to a woman ask you to fuck her was the sexiest thing in the world, especially when Mia was that woman. She wasn’t afraid to tell me exactly what she wanted, even though I was the one in charge. “It doesn’t matter what you want. It matters what I want.”

“I know…but I know you like it when I want you.”

My spine shivered at her words because she was right.

She didn’t fight against my hold, but her breathing increased as she waited for my answer. “Once in a while. I’m not sure how much I’m going to like what you want to do to me…and it would be nice to have something I want.”

“Again, it’s not about you.”

“But I know you like feeling me come.”

She was right. I got off on it.

“It doesn’t hurt to ask, right?” she whispered. “Because I do enjoy being with you. And if this is how the rest of my life is going to be, I would like to be satisfied sometimes.”

“What makes you think I won’t satisfy you? Even when we do things I want to do?”

“Because that’s how the last three years of my life have been…and I didn’t enjoy it at all.”

I pressed my mouth closer to hers so my lips barely touched hers. “You’ll enjoy it with me.”

“I don’t know…”

“You will, sweetheart. And just so you understand, no other men allowed. I own you.”

“Do I own you?”

I held her gaze, my hostility obvious in my look.

Her eyes filled with disappointment when she got her answer.

There’d better not be any objection to it because this relationship had never been romantic. It had always been physical. It had always been about ownership. The only goodness I would show her was rescuing her from Egor and getting her son back. She’d better not ask for anything else.

And she didn’t.

I released her hands then gripped her slender waist with both hands, my fingers underneath her shirt and directly against her soft skin. My mouth moved to hers, and I kissed her, greeted by her warm breaths and her reciprocation. My embrace started off as soft, and within minutes, it turned hot and heavy. The sounds our moving lips made filled the room, and I could hear it reverberate back at me. I could feel her breaths turn to pants. Her hands slid up my back, and she clawed at my shoulders, the pressure of her small fingertips digging through my t-shirt. Her chin was tilted up she could access my complete mouth, so I took her tongue as she gave it.

I had all of her now.

I could take her as slowly as I wanted. I could take her as quickly as I wanted. This woman was officially mine, belonged to me in a way she never belonged to Egor. She was there out of devotion and loyalty, not fear. She kissed me because she wanted to.

My hands slid farther up her shirt, and I unclasped her bra in the back so I could feel her tits. I squeezed both of them and flicked my thumbs across the nipples, making them pebble and harden. I breathed into her mouth as I felt her tits harden in my palms. I could feel her arousal absorb directly into my skin, feel our heat mix together and create an inferno.

And we were only kissing.

I couldn’t wait to sink my hard dick inside her, to feel the pussy that ignited my obsession. I wanted to take it slow, to fill her inch by inch and watch her reaction to me. I wanted to see the gratitude in her eyes as I fucked her, to be thankful I was fucking her instead of Egor. Then I wanted to watch her come, to watch her come for her master.

Me.

She spoke against my mouth. “Fuck me, Carter. I miss it…”

I paused against her mouth, taking an involuntary breath when she said the words. The fact that she wasn’t saying them for my benefit only made it better. I lifted her in my arms and carried her up the stairs. I already knew my way around, so I kissed her as I carried her to the third floor. Lighter than air, she was like a feather in my arms. I got harder in my jeans because I knew I was finally about to have her.

I stepped into the master bedroom and dropped her on the bed. My hands went to her jeans right away, and I pulled them down her legs at the foot of the bed. Her panties came next, and I felt a rush of adrenaline when I saw how soaked they were. The slick residue was shiny, fresh from her cunt. When I got them off her ankles, I laid them on the bed beside her, so I could look at them as I fucked her. My hands moved for her shirt next, leaving her naked and beautiful.