Make Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 5)

She let his balls go then cupped them with one hand while she circled the base of his cock with her other hand. She squeezed him as she took him into her mouth. She moved slowly up then took him in deep. She could practically feel his need. Knew he was so close. She moved faster and faster.

“You are so beautiful,” she told him as she took a breath.

“Reagan, damn it.”

She guessed he wanted her to get on with it. She moved the hand she’d wrapped around the base of his cock, pulling it up and down, while she kept licking him.

“I’m gonna come.”

A few pumps later, he burst into her mouth. She swallowed him down, loving the creamy-salty taste. Loving that she’d given him pleasure.

He’d given her so much.

This was the very least he could do for him.

Pulling her up, he kissed her deeply before drying her then wrapping her in a towel and carrying her into the bedroom.

“I could get used to this,” she told him.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Having you carry me around. I never thought I’d like it. But everything’s different with you. I’m different with you.”

“In a good way?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely in a good way.”

He gave her an arrogant nod. Then he placed her gently on the bed and unwrapped her. It was like unwrapping a Christmas present. Not that his feelings about Reagan were childlike or innocent. Not at all. He was still pumped from that blow job she’d given him.

He threw the towel away then opened the bedside drawer where he’d placed the goodies they’d bought on their shopping trip. He pulled

out the lube and butt plug first. Reagan gasped slightly, and he looked over to find her staring at the plug with a mix of excitement and worry.

He reached in again, grabbed a condom and a remote-controlled egg. He set everything down on the bed then moved over toward Reagan, staring down at her for a long moment.

“Is there something on my face?” she asked, reaching up to wipe at her cheek.

Tiny grabbed her hand, stilling her. “No. You’re beautiful.”

“I am?” she asked shyly.

It still amazed him that she didn’t know how gorgeous she was. Her parents had never complimented her. Not only about the way she looked, but in anything. Leaning in, he nipped at her lower lip, then pressed his mouth against hers, sweeping his tongue into her mouth.

He kissed the skin beneath her ear, and she shivered. He pinched one nipple as he moved his mouth down her neck. She shivered beneath him, her soft whimpers driving his arousal higher.

Reaching over, he grabbed the remote-controlled egg.

“Place your hands over your head.” He waited until she complied. “Spread your legs. Wider.”

He slid a hand over her mound, cupping her. Reagan watched him, her face filled with desire. She whimpered when he didn’t move, but kept her hands where he’d ordered.

And Henderson thought she was cold? Idiot.

Sliding the egg through her slick folds, he pushed it deep inside her. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come. If you’re not…”

She gave him a disgruntled look, and he tapped her nose in warning.

“Yes, Sir.”