Dalton, Tymber - Contractual Obligation (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (16 page)

“Yes!”

He slipped a hand inside her shorts and panties. “You are a very wet girl.” He pulled his hand out and touched his fingers to her lips. She opened, sucking them in and laving her tongue over them.

Intense lust burned in his deep-brown gaze. “You’re such a good girl. I have a reward for you.” He pushed her down to her knees.

Without any further coaxing, she unzipped him and sucked his cock into her mouth. Part of her let go of any semblance of control, content to be under his direction. She didn’t want to think, she just wanted to feel, to let go to him, to do nothing but let him have his way with her.

He stroked her hair. “Such a good girl,” he hoarsely said. After a few minutes, he fisted a hand in her hair and urged her to stand up. “Let’s go,” he said, guiding her in front of him with a hand still firmly in her hair.

He marched her to the bedroom, pushing her face down onto the mattress. Her clit throbbed, pulsing, her panties soaking wet from her juices. She’d never felt like this before.

She’d never let anyone take charge like this before.

“Don’t move,” he said. She didn’t, listening as he removed his clothes and dropped them to the floor. Then he grabbed her arm and pulled her back up to him, kissing her roughly as his fingers dug into her ass, kneading her through her shorts. “Get these off,” he said then he smacked her on the right butt cheek.

She scrambled to strip, seconds later standing before him completely naked.

“Good,” he said with a playful smile. He pushed her back to the bed and spread her legs. “I want to hear you moan before I get down to the business of fucking you properly.”

His tone as much as his words melted her. When his lips closed around her clit, the first orgasm exploded through her seconds later, taking her totally by surprise. He seemed to know exactly where to flick her with his tongue, when to nibble, and when to lightly suck on her, knowing perfectly what to do to drive her wild. It wasn’t until he’d coaxed two more out of her that he relented and sat up.

Before she could even catch her breath, he was sheathing his rigid cock in a condom and pressing the head of it against her wet cunt. He felt even bigger like that, and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her pussy.

“You ready for the ride of your life, baby?”

She threw her legs around him as he plunged home. He held still at the bottom of his first stroke, his gaze boring into hers. She loved the way he pleasantly stretched her, pressing against her G-spot in a way no toy ever had. He felt hot and hard inside her.

“I’m going to fuck you good, baby,” he softly said.

This side of Doug was nothing like the quiet, easygoing man she was used to working with. This dominant man had her melted into a submissive puddle, and she had no desire to get away.

“Beg me to fuck you,” he whispered.

Unbidden, the words fell from her lips. “Please, fuck me!”

He nibbled on her neck, nipping just hard enough she suspected she might have faint marks there in the morning.

She didn’t care.

“You can beg better than that,” he chastised.

She squirmed against him, her swollen clit also rubbing against the base of his cock where it was buried inside her. “Please, fuck me good! I need a good, hard fucking.”

“That’s better.” He took a hard, deep stroke, making her gasp. “Much better.”

She held on as he picked up speed and force. Her nails raked down his back as she felt another orgasm, smaller than the others but emotionally more satisfying, roll through her. She’d never come from being fucked before.

“I felt that,” he playfully teased as he sat up. He grabbed her ankles and slung them over his shoulders. Pressing forward, he drove his cock even more deeply inside her. “Let’s see if you feel this.”

With that she felt him grow bigger inside her. He let out a cry as his whole body stiffened as his own orgasm washed through him. His cock throbbed inside her. For a brief moment, she wished he wasn’t wearing the condom.

As he recovered, he pulled her into his arms and rolled to his side, kissing her. “You okay?” he asked, his tone back to the Doug she knew.

“Yeah. I’m better than okay,” she said with a smile. She loved curling up in his arms. “So will you still respect me in the morning?” she teased.

“Absolutely. Maybe even tomorrow night, too.” He smiled.

“You’re just full of flattery, aren’t you?”

“I’d rather be full of flattery than flatulence.”

She laughed so hard she snorted, making her laugh even harder. Doug joined in with her. When she finally regained her composure, she sat up and looked at him. “How about you move in this weekend?”

“What?”

“Yeah. Why not?” Threads of doubt ran through her. He wouldn’t back out now, would he? Not when she realized she really wanted him around?

“Um, I just wasn’t expecting it this soon,” he said. Her heart nearly stopped while he took a couple of breaths. “Okay. My mom will be bugging me to meet you, though.” He grinned.

Her turn to gulp. “Why?”

“Yeah, if you’re supposed to be my girlfriend, and I’m moving in with you, she’s going to want to meet you.”

Oh, shit!
Panic struck. She wasn’t ready for this, to meet his family. On her own terms, sure, but not now. Not yet.

Her mind raced. “Tell her you’re going to be house-sitting for me while I’m out of town for a while.”

“Are you going to be out of town for a while?”

“I’m going to Boca, to my Dad’s, for the weekend. I leave on Friday after work. We just don’t have to tell her when I’m coming back, right? Then you can tell her I offered to let you stay at my place permanently since we already spend so much time together. It’s not like I don’t have plenty of room. We don’t have to tell her I’m your girlfriend yet.”

He propped himself up on one elbow and studied her. “What’s going on?”

“I just don’t want to put you on the spot with your parents. This way, it sort of eases you in. We’ve already travelled together. This won’t be much of a stretch for them, right?”

“Yeah, sure. Okay.” He didn’t look convinced. She suspected he’d revisit this topic later.

She curled up next to him again. “So, this weekend?” She’d already had an extra key made, and programmed an alarm code in for him. In the morning, she’d go through all of that with him.

For tonight…

He stroked her hair. “I hope you believe me when I say I’m doing this because I genuinely like you. If we’d met under other circumstances, I’d still want to be with you.”

She closed her eyes and smiled, content, as she inhaled his scent. “I believe you.”

* * * *

They drifted to sleep. At some point in the middle of the night, he awoke to find Harper’s mouth engulfing his cock. He reached over to the bedside table, where he’d left the other condoms, and grabbed one, handing it to her.

“How about you put this on me.” He crossed his arms behind his head and tried not to laugh as she eagerly ripped the pouch open, tossed it to the floor, and rolled it onto him. She straddled him.

Before she could put him inside her, he stopped her. “Uh-uh.” She looked up at him, startled.

“What?”

“Ask me for it. Good girls ask for things. They don’t just take them.”

A sultry smile replaced the shock on her face. “I want to fuck you.”

“I said ask for it.”

She grinned even wider. “May I please fuck you?”

“Hmm.” He wanted to toy with her. “Have you been a good girl?”

She eagerly nodded. Then she started rubbing her clit up and down the underside of his cock. She was already soaking wet, he could tell from the way she slipped and slid across the condom.

“I guess you can, then. But I want you to put me inside you slowly, all the way in, and wait until I give you permission to move.”

She softly moaned as she did, the hot walls of her cunt feeling great even through the thin layer of latex separating them as she obeyed him, taking her time slowly impaling herself on him.

He grabbed her hips and firmly dug his fingers into her flesh. “Start moving. Slowly.”

She braced her hands on his chest as she did. In the dim light, he loved the look in her eyes, the barely constrained passion. This was the side of Harper he knew only he got to see.

He realized, with not a little bit of surprise, that he would do everything in his power to keep it that way, to keep her as happy as he could, for as long as she’d have him.

He lifted her up as he thrust into her. She let out a soft gasp. “Do you want me to fuck you, baby?”

She nodded. “Yes!” she whispered.

He let his hands travel up her sides, to her breasts, where he played with her taut nipples. He tweaked them, causing flutters in the muscles of her vagina that nearly caused him to blow his load right there.

“Are you my good girl?”

She nodded.

“Will you do what I tell you?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Then start moving and fuck me, baby.”

* * * *

She’d never felt anything this good, this right. She wanted to spend the rest of her life in bed with him. It scared her that she was so willing to cede control to him.

She’d analyze it later.

Right now, all she wanted to do was get her brains fucked out. She closed her eyes as she rode his cock, every touch of his hands sending hot sparks through her flesh and straight to her clit. She didn’t have many partners to compare Doug to, but as of now, he was by far the best lover she’d ever had. And no one had ever been able to make her come by fucking her before.

“You like my cock, baby?”

“Yes!” It felt like she had no strength to do anything but ride him, to feel his cock stroking against her clit with every thrust.

Then his hands glided down her body to her swollen clit. He gently pinched and rolled it between his fingers. “Show me how much you like it. Come for me.”

She sobbed as her orgasm hit her. He waited a moment, then rolled her over onto her back, her ankles over his shoulders and her wrists pinned over her head. “Come for me again,” he growled in her ear as he slammed into her.

She didn’t think it possible, but her body responded as the sound of his flesh slapping against hers filled the room.

He chuckled. “Such a good girl.” He thrust hard and deep as waves of pleasure assaulted her. Then he sank into her one last time, deeper than the others, with a loud grunt, and she felt him coming.

Silence descended upon them. He lowered his forehead to hers and kissed the tip of her nose.

She burst into tears.

Alarmed, he rose off her and gathered her into his arms. “I’m sorry! Are you okay?”

She clung to him, sobbing harder. “I’m…fi–fine!” she cried. “Th–that was g–great!”

After a moment, he pushed her just far enough away he could look into her face. “Those are good tears?”

She vigorously nodded, unable to speak anything else right then.