The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo (Masters of Submission #5)(14)
She didn’t want to offend him, so she said, “It’s nice, but far too masculine for me.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“I’d say it sums up the real Tyler Stone perfectly.”
“That was my intention when I designed it.”
She briefly lowered her gaze. “I can see you like to control everything in your life.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but the meaning in her words was clearly not lost on him.
He feathered a hand to her cheek, a stirring intensity in his eyes. “Let’s put that drink on hold.” Her belly spasmed with sexual need when he added, “I want to f*ck you so hard, Becca. I want you to squirm beneath me and shout out my name.”
Christ Almighty, the man certainly knew how to make her * wet. He’d shortened her name, too, and just the sound of it on his lips made her whole body tremble with desire. She dragged in a ragged breath, her stomach quivering with sheer excitement as she stared up into those highly aroused eyes.
He gently traced the outline of her lips with a finger, as if savoring the shape of her mouth. His eyelids flickered shut before his burning attention consumed her once more. “Fuck, woman, you are beautiful, but the time for talking is over.”
Without warning, he roughly pulled the T-shirt from her jeans, then yanked it over her head, before taking it from her outstretched arms and discarding it with a triumphant flourish. The sheer force of his actions made her hair fall in disarray about her face, only adding to the feeling of submitting to a powerful man. Like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a fast-approaching car, she now stood meekly before him, her arms limp at her sides.
She knew her lips were slightly parted and her breathing out of control, and when she looked down, she saw her breasts, imprisoned within the tight confines of her black lacy bra, heaving heavily. This gorgeous man wanted her so badly she could see it in his eyes, taste it in the air as a palpable energy that seemed ready to consume her.
“This has to go.” He pulled at the front of her bra with such violence that it gave a mighty crack as it finally snapped from the immense trauma. He held the ruined lace garment in his hand and studied it briefly before throwing it to one side. “Oh, Becca, your tits are just awesome, but of course I already knew that. I enjoyed watching you flaunt them at Club Submission.”
“Yes, I like you to see them. I want you to adore them.”
Tyler dropped to his knees and crushed her breasts together before burying his head between them. He then ran his tongue the length of her cleavage, sucking and biting each nipple in turn.
She jolted from the wonderful discomfort as his teeth nipped at her prominent peaks. “Oh, yeah.” It was painful, but it was pleasurable, too. She loved the way he stared up into her eyes, assessing her reactions as he bit down even harder. Unable to resist his masculine charms, she stroked her fingers through his silky brown hair as he continued to adore her breasts.
Rebecca felt him release her tits, and although he continued to nuzzle them like a man possessed, she became aware of his hands slowly drifting down her undulating belly before stopping briefly to unbutton and unzip her jeans.
His amber eyes connected with hers. “I’ve been aching to do this since I first saw you at Club Submission.” He yanked the supertight denims over her thighs and legs before pulling them from her feet, along with her socks and ankle boots.
She couldn’t help but notice his head lay level with her *. Dear God, what was he going to do next?
“You have perfect feet, and your legs are silky smooth, but most of all I want this.” He dropped her panties to her knees before ripping away the feminine scrap of lace with his teeth. When she heard the erotic tearing sound, her * moistened further. She knew exactly what he wanted.
Rebecca watched in awe as sheer physical male perfection pulled itself upright and stood before her. Dear God, what a beautiful man. His eyes held her captive for a full thirty seconds, neither of them speaking, then he suddenly pulled his T-shirt over his head and threw it to one side with a testosterone-fuelled grunt. His incredible physique was spellbinding, and she slumped back against the cool limestone wall for support, completely mesmerized by his overpowering presence.
“You want this.” The look in his eyes said it all as he slowly lowered his Wranglers, allowing his huge erect cock to spring free. Maintaining eye contact, he shrugged off his boots and jeans then stood naked before her, a confident, knowing smile etched on his handsome features.
In the subdued lighting, he looked simply magnificent. His body must have been carved from her dreams, because Tyler Stone was everything she wanted in a man. Strong shoulders gave way to sculpted abs, while the dark, masculine hair coating his powerful thighs glistened provocatively as he moved toward her with obvious intent.
Chapter Eight
Dear God, this guy was first in line when the good Lord created the perfect man. She couldn’t stop staring at his cock, which stood proudly at attention, so mouthwateringly thick and long. Just the knowledge that she would soon feel his amazing girth and length deep inside her made her shake her head and whisper his name in wonderment, “Oh, Tyler.”
As he clearly wasn’t in the mood for compromise, she didn’t resist when he pulled her into his arms and twisted a hand into her hair, angling her face to his. His kiss was crushing, forceful, and totally dominating. Their skin where it touched burned so hotly, she feared they might spontaneously combust.