Love and Let Die (Masters and Mercenaries #5)(59)

“If we’re together for any amount of time, I want you on birth control, Charlie. I won’t take any chances.” He lubed up his cock, his hand running along it in long, hard passes.

He wouldn’t take the chance that she would get pregnant. The words shouldn’t hurt. She knew it was utterly stupid to get pregnant at this point. There were way too many problems, but hearing him reject the idea made her ache. She hadn’t told him that when she dreamed, yes, she dreamed of him inside her, but she also dreamed about cuddling up to him, their baby in his arms. She dreamed of a life with him.

“Anything I want, Charlie?” The challenge was back in his voice, in his arrogant stance.

“Yes, Master.”

“On all fours.” He indicated that she should stay on the bed.

Charlie flipped over, doing his bidding and getting to her hands and knees. He could control the penetration better this way. It was a little lie she told herself. She felt the bed move as he placed himself behind her. A long sigh came out of his mouth, and his hands ran along her spine down to her backside.

“God, you have the most beautiful ass, baby.” He cupped her, groaning his appreciation before letting his hands slide up to touch her dangling breasts. “And these. These are beautiful tits.”

She hated them sometimes. They were too big to fit into the pretty designer clothes women loved to wear, but when Ian looked at her and praised them, she couldn’t help but feel sexy. He’d given her a confidence she never wanted to lose. “They’re yours, Master. All yours. Would you like to f*ck them?”

She knew exactly what dirty talk did to him.

“God, you’re going to kill me,” he whispered and then he was gone, rearing back to his knees. “Look up. Watch us in the mirror.”

She turned her head and sure enough, the south wall was mirrored from floor to ceiling. Ian’s big body loomed behind and over hers. He gripped her hips, pulling her closer to him so that her ass was right against his hips, and she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began.

“You watch and tell me that I don’t have the most beautiful, f*ckable sub in this club.” He leaned back, taking his cock in hand and placing it at her entrance. The broad head started to breach her, and she gasped at the sensation. He was so f*cking big and it had been so long. Pressure built as he pressed his way in.

She watched in the mirror as he started to work his dick inside her, thrusting carefully in small motions. She could see the toll it took on him. His face was in a tight line, his every movement a testament to discipline. Over and over he foraged in, gaining ground before retreating to start again.

Charlie relaxed, giving him everything. He was so careful with her, but she prayed that soon he would let go. She could handle it. She wanted his passion.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” His skin flushed with the effort of holding back.

“You feel so good, Master.” She wiggled her ass a little, letting him know she could handle more.

His hands gripped her hips. “You want it, don’t you? You don’t want me to play around. You don’t care how tight you are. You want some cock, don’t you, baby? You need a big stiff cock inside you.”

“Yes.” She was practicing his favorite word tonight.

He slapped at her ass. “Whose cock do you need?”

“Yours, Master. I only need yours.” She only wanted his. In her whole life, she’d only really wanted one man.

“Then I’ll give it to you. Don’t you dare keep your mouth shut now. You tell me if it hurts. You tell me if it feels good.” He surged in.

Pressure and tension flooded her system. She was so damn full. He was everywhere, pressing inside until she’d taken him to the root, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. “I’m fine, Ian.”

“That’s not what I want to hear.” One hand found its way around her hip, settling over her clit, his finger pressing down. He started making little circles. “I’m not moving again until you’re better than fine.”

He was pulsing inside her. She could feel how close to the edge he was, but he still held off because he wouldn’t hurt her. Not physically.

Rubbing her clit, his hips held against her ass, Charlie watched him in the mirror. His face was so serious, his mouth turned down as he settled in to his task. He was so beautiful in the amber light that she wanted nothing more than to turn around so she could see his face, but she only had the mirror to watch him in.

A little gasp tore from her throat as pleasure started to crowd out the tension.

“Ian, Master, please,” she begged. She needed him to move. She needed to feel him sliding deep inside her. The connection had been missing for so long. She couldn’t go another moment without it.

He pulled on her hips, forcing himself in and then moving back out, a slow drag over her flesh. “This is definitely going to please your Master.”

Charlie watched in the mirror as Ian’s head fell back and he plunged deep, f*cking her like she wanted to be taken, hard and rough and so possessive she could barely stand it. When he f*cked her, she was the only woman in the world. Ian’s hips rocked back and forth, his cock diving deep each time.

She moved in time with him, finding a perfect rhythm. Her breasts bounced, her hair going wild, but she was lost in the feeling. He thrust in and out, deep and hard, finding her sweet spot and dragging his cock over it again and again until the pleasure rocked through her system and she shouted out his name as she came.