Make Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 5)

He lay on his stomach and parted her pussy lips. She groaned as he breathed over her hot lips. “Beautiful.”

Oh, hell. Oh, hell.

He reached out with his tongue and licked at her clit softly. He drew his tongue from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit, circled around the swollen nub and then moved back down to her opening.

Up, around, and down.

Over and over until her head thrashed back and forth, her thighs trembling with need, fire burning her from the inside out. When he finally concentrated on her clit, she was so close to the edge, it was all she could do not to come immediately.

Tiny pushed two fingers deep inside her, and she cried out, her passage clenching down.

“Come, Reagan. Come.” He flicked at her clit firmly, pumping his fingers in and out of her passage until she came in a rush of pleasure.

Tiny stared down at Reagan who’d slipped off into sleep almost immediately after her orgasm hit her. He grimaced as he rose, his cock aching something fierce. He moved to the wardrobe and pulled out a cotton blanket. It wasn’t cold, but he thought she’d be more comfortable covered up.

Plus, staring at her naked body wasn’t helping his condition at all.

He placed the blanket over her then leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“Sleep,” he commanded with a smile.

***

He thought she was adorable when she blushed. No, adorable wasn’t the word. Reagan wasn’t adorable. She was stunning. Sexy. Breathtaking. Watching her come, hearing her screams of release nearly had him coming

. And he hadn’t even removed his pants. It had taken all his control to pull away, to cover her up, then leave her.

His cock still throbbed with need, even hours later.

Now she stood in front of him, dressed in a prim-looking robe that covered her from her chin to her feet. It would be so easy to pull her onto his lap and take her.

“I fell asleep.”

“You did.” And it filled him with masculine satisfaction that he’d made her forget all her worries enough to slip off into sleep.

“Sorry.” She gazed down at her feet.

He frowned. “Come here.” He patted his lap.

She moved forward but didn’t take the silent invitation to sit. Oh, hell no. No way was she pulling back from him now. He reached out and lifted her onto his lap, so she was straddling him.

“Eek! Jesus, you’re strong.”

“Why are you acting shy?” Shy wasn’t a word he’d ever equated with Reagan.

“Well, it’s just…”

“Reagan, spit it out.”

“I came, and you didn’t. Then I fell asleep. Maybe Paul was right, I’m really not a good sub.”

“Who’s Paul?” he growled.

“A Dom at the club. I’m rarely obedient. I’m bossy and controlling, and I shouldn’t have fallen asleep.”

“You obeyed me just fine. I ordered you to sleep.”

“You did? When?”