Beyond His Control (His 2)

And I completely melt away in his arms. He kisses me so hard I even forget to breathe. And I don’t even care.

When he pulls away for a second, I gasp, my lips tingling with desire.

Why did he stop?

Right now, I want nothing more than him, so I say it loud and clear. “Take me.”

Noah

Her words undo me, ripping away all my resistance and power, and put it all into her hands. I never knew a desire could grow so deep, that I could want someone so badly that I’d move heaven and earth to be with them. That I could sacrifice even my own body in order to save something that’s precious to her.

I did it all without a second thought. I did it because I’m smitten with her, because she’s the mother of my child … because she’s the only girl I could ever want.

She always was, no matter where we were, how much space there was between us, or the distance I had to travel to find her twice.

I need her like I need oxygen to breathe, like I need her kisses to feel whole.

And I grab her face with both hands and press my lips to hers, greedily taking more of her than she already gave. It’s not enough, and it never will be. I need more, and I’m claiming it now.

Whether she likes it or not, she’s mine.

She said the words, and she can’t take that back. I won’t allow her to, no matter how heavy or hard it gets.

Holding her face, kissing her hard, I push us both to her bed and shove her down without ever unlocking my mouth from hers. My tongue wraps around hers as I lean in and press her down onto the bed. Her beautiful black and red-laced dress is so tightly fitted around her perfect body that I can’t nudge it up her legs, so I rip it apart instead.

“Ah!” she squeals in response.

I cover her mouth with mine. This is not up for debate.

She wants me to take her? I’ll fucking ravage her, and I’ll do it right fucking now.

She bites my lip and I lean back, my tongue darting out to suck up the droplets of blood.

“You bit me.” I narrow my eyes.

“You destroyed my dress,” she retorts.

A wicked smirk spreads on my lips. “And I’ll destroy your pussy too.”

I quickly dive in and kiss her on the lips before she can protest any more. Her lips eagerly part to accept my tongue, and I circle around inside her mouth, owning her completely. I’ve waited so long for this moment, for her to willingly submit to me even when I’m like the devil to her.

Now she’s finally here, underneath me, begging for release. And I’ll happily give it to her … hard.

I tear off what’s left of her dress, ripping apart her bra too. She moans as I cover her nipples with my mouth, gently tugging with my teeth until she squirms underneath me. I love the noises she makes while I twist her nipple with my other hand.

Without hesitation, I move down between her legs and slide my fingers between her slit to get her all riled up. Her cheeks flush as lust fills her veins, and I revel in her delight. As much as I’m a power-hungry asshole, I also love to make her feel good, and I plan to do just that.

My fingers dive into her pussy, and I swirl around inside and push all her buttons, thrusting in and out until she begins to moan out loud. With my thumb, I circle around her clit and press rough kisses onto her belly.

“Mine,” I growl, which makes her tense up.

I nudge her legs apart and finger her deeper, harder, flicking her clit until she’s about to burst.

Right then, I pull out. She gasps. “Why’d you do that?”

I get up off her and zip down my pants. “I want to feel you come.”

When my dick pops out, her eyes almost do too.

I grab her body and flip her around. “What are you doing?” she mutters.

“Ass up,” I growl as she gets up on her knees. I spread her cheeks and position the tip close to her entrance. “You ready?”

She glances at me over her shoulder; the look on her face a mixture between confusion and complete ecstasy.

I grin when she nods. “You asked for it, so let me give it to you.”

Natalie

When Noah plunges in, I feel it.

I feel it everywhere.

In my lungs that fill with air.

In my legs that tighten up.

In my clit that thumps with desire.

In my fucking belly … which feels full to the brim.

Not just because I’m pregnant, but because I can feel him there every time he slams into me.

One, two, three. I can’t keep track; he’s going so fast. My body is thrust into the bedding, and I can barely breathe as the pillow below me covers my face.