Love and Let Die (Masters and Mercenaries #5)(94)

“What are you going to do?” Her voice was sultry, her legs spread wide. She didn’t care about anything but the fact that he was here with her, and that made his heart swell.

“I’m going to give you what you need.” He lowered his mouth down, the heat of her * damn near killing him.

He placed a soft kiss on her clitoris, breathing in her scent. She’d managed to calm him, to take away his violent tendencies. Her submission had quelled his need to go fast and hard, softening him to the point that he could take his time with her. He pulled her labial lips apart and sucked each one inside his mouth as she gasped and moaned. He ate her *, her tangy taste filling his mouth and sharpening his senses until all he wanted and needed was to be surrounded by her.

Her little * was clutching the plug like a favorite toy it wasn’t going to give up. He spread her knees wide, but she didn’t let the plug slip.

His sweet sub deserved a treat before he took his prize. He laid the flat of his thumb right on her clit, pressing down with firm intent. He speared her with his tongue, f*cking her in long passes as he rubbed the pearl of her clit.

She went off like a rocket. Cream coated his tongue as she screamed out his name and clamped down around him.

She was still shaking as he got to his knees and tore at the opening of his jeans. He’d given her everything she needed. It was his turn. His cock sprang free, and he pulled the plug from her ass, watching her rosette clench around it.

Fuck, that was about to be his dick.

“Let me turn over.” She reached up, caressing his chest, her words lazy and satiated.

“No.” He tossed the plug away and briefly wondered if the janitorial staff would quit en masse, but he didn’t give a f*ck. Five years he’d longed for her. Five years he’d been half a man. He grabbed the lube and started working it over his straining cock. “We’ll do this my way.”

“I thought I would be on my knees."

Because she’d never had anal sex before. Because she didn’t understand how creative he could be when he wanted something the way he wanted this. “You thought wrong. I’ll show you about a hundred different ways to do this. But today, I want to watch you. Trust me.”

“I do, Ian. I won’t make the same mistake twice. Show me what you want, Master.” She lifted her hips when he offered her a pillow.

Carefully placing it under her backside, the pillow lifted her pelvis and gave him easy access to her ass.

He joined her on the couch, lifting her ankles and making a place for himself between her legs. Reclining Lotus, as the Kama Sutra would call it. “Keep your feet on my thighs, knees out.”

The position opened her completely to him. He could take her * or her ass, and she was utterly vulnerable.

“You look so f*cking soft, baby. Do you how vulnerable and pretty you look? You’re just lying there for me, offering me everything. You’re a sweet little sub.” He lined his cock up to her tight rosette. “Do you know who I am?”

“My Master.” Her breathy answer was accompanied by a little smile.

He pressed against her, his cockhead fighting to get inside. “Oh, baby, I’m the nasty, dirty man who’s about to ram his filthy cock up your *. Yeah. Do you feel it?”

A little gasp told him she did.

Back and forth he worked, the head of his dick beginning to disappear inside. He stared down at the lovely sight. Her delicate hole couldn’t hold out on him. No. He was a f*cking Viking and he was going raiding. “I won’t let you keep me out. Don’t you even try. You let my cock in. You let your Master f*ck your ass.”

Her eyes had widened, her mouth coming open in a little O as he forced his cock inside. “I don’t think I used a big enough plug.”

He held his weight off her with one hand and with the other he tweaked her nipple as he continued to thrust inside. “No more plugs for you. I think you like them too much. From now on you only get my cock in this sweet hole. Fuck, you feel good, Charlie.”

So tight. He could barely breathe. Her ass gripped him like nothing before, the heat so different from her *. He loved them both equally and promised not to favor one over the other. He would f*ck her * and her ass and her mouth. He would f*ck just about anything on her body that he could push his dick inside because that body belonged to him. His. His. His.

He pushed in, feeling savage again. She might have been able to erase some of his worries, but she couldn’t take away his raging possessiveness. Whatever had happened before, he had her now and he had zero intention of allowing her to leave again.

Charlie took a shaky breath. “I’m so full.”

“Not quite yet.” He wasn’t granting mercy. She would take every inch of him inside.

She groaned as he worked his way in inch by inch. Her beautiful face flushed pink. “I don’t think I can take more.”

But he still had so much more to give. “Yes, you can. You’ll take your Master. You’ll welcome me inside. Say it, Charlie. Tell me to give you my cock. Tell me you want it.”

“I want it. You know I want it.”

A low groan came from his chest as he finally managed to tunnel into her. She’d taken him to the root, and he held himself steady there, letting her get used to him. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Like my anus is going to explode, Ian. Seriously.” But there was a smile on her face as she panted, obviously trying to adapt.