A Dom is Forever (Masters and Mercenaries #3)(44)

“Don’t you want to go to the bedroom?” Avery asked.

His eyes hardened. “No. I do not, and if you don’t obey me, I’m going to spank that gorgeous ass. I’m going to explain this to you because it’s all new, but in the future, you’re going to give me what I want or you’ll have some discipline coming.”

She didn’t wait for the explanation. She was being silly and obnoxious again. He’d been perfect, and she was questioning him. He’d brought her more pleasure than she’d ever had in her life, and she still pushed back. It was stupid. She wasn’t going to do it anymore. She climbed onto his lap.

“That’s what I want.” His hand circled her waist. She could feel the head of his cock right at her *, teasing her. She put her hands on his shoulders, reveling in the feel of hard steel under soft skin. “I’m letting you set the pace because you’re going to be so f*cking tight. I don’t want to hurt you. You need to control the penetration this time.”

His hand went down between them, and he guided his cock. His eyes were down, staring at that place where he’d started to penetrate her. “God, that’s so f*cking pretty.”

His voice was deep, guttural, and it had taken on a lovely musical quality she hadn’t heard before. It suited him so much better than the flat cadence of his normal voice. Avery swore to get him to talk like that every time they came together.

She lowered herself on to him carefully, well aware that her whole body was involved. She could feel how slick she was.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Tell me you want me.”

Did she want him? How could he doubt it? She looked at him, trying to find a hint of deception, that he was playing with her, but his face was taut with arousal and desire. For all his beauty, he was just a man and she wasn’t giving him credit. She was looking at his gorgeous face and body and thinking he never had a moment’s insecurity. It was wrong. He was human, and he was asking her for something.

She leaned forward and touched her lips to his. He needed her, and she wouldn’t hold a damn thing back from him. She could taste herself on his lips, tangy, sweet and so intimate it hurt her heart. “I want you, Lee. I need you. I want you like I want my next breath.”

He pulled on her hips. “Take more.”

He wasn’t as in control as he wanted her to think. She could see that, and it made it so much easier to sink onto his cock. He filled her, invading every inch and stretching her * until she thought she might burst, but she was determined to take every centimeter of that hard, hot cock. She wanted it. She craved it.

She let gravity do its work, impaling herself on his length. His face was tight, his eyes down. He was such a pervert, watching her * take his cock, and she was just as bad, watching his face, glorying in how much he obviously loved what they were doing.

“Do you feel how hard you make me? I’m so f*cking hard, Avery. That’s all you.” Even as he got what he wanted, he still was giving to her.

Tears pricked her eyes because she had no idea what she’d done to deserve this man. He made her brave. He made her honest. “Do you feel how wet you made me? I didn’t know I could get so wet. I didn’t know I could feel so good, Lee. Your cock feels so good.”

Her words seemed to make him lose control. He cursed and his hips swiveled up. “Fuck. Fuck. I need you.”

He surged in, and Avery rode the wave. Her hips moved in a rhythm she found utterly natural. She pressed down, taking him in. She wouldn’t accept less than all of him. She wanted every inch of that massive cock. She wanted to feel him touching her womb. She forced herself down, every inch a pleasure, an exquisite discomfort because she wasn’t just taking some cock. She was taking him. All of him.

She took him to his root. The feeling of him inside her, filling her, made her lust soar. Lust. She lusted. She wanted and it was sweet.

She balanced herself on his shoulders and thrust up. He’d told her to ride him, and that’s what she intended to do. She let her instincts rule for once. She brought her hips up and then down and up again, letting every inch of his cock slide along her *. Up and down. Up and down. Every moment a pure pleasure.

His hand slipped between them, circling and pinching her clit.

The minute he touched her she went off, pure pleasure coursing through her veins. The orgasm shuddered through her system and she gave over, letting it take her. She didn’t bother to cover her moan. Lee wanted it. She gave it to him.

His hand tightened, forcing her down, holding her as he came. She felt him pulse, the tension prolonging her own orgasm. He buried his face in her shoulder as his hips rode up over and over, riding the end of his own pleasure.

He shuddered as she slumped against him.

“Perfect,” he groaned against her neck.

She hugged him tight. It had been perfect. Every minute.





Liam picked up Avery, enjoying the feel of her weight in his arms. She was dead weight, and he felt an arrogant grin cross his face. He’d utterly exhausted her. Her arms barely made it around his neck as he walked toward her bedroom.

He walked in and laid her down, pulling the covers back. He didn’t pull them up right away. She was naked and vulnerable and perfectly happy to be so. He’d gotten her there.

So why was he so f*cking restless?

Her pretty blue eyes opened, and she looked up at him. “Hi.”