He glanced down and watched as he drew his finger in and out of her several times. “May I add a second, little one?”
“Yes. Please,” she begged, instinctively trying to lift her hips.
He held her down, one brow lifting. He didn’t say a word, but she felt the reprimand and stopped fighting him, forcing herself to relax into the mattress as he fingered her. “Sorry.”
He gave her a knowing smile and scissored his fingers.
She moaned at the stretch. Even his two fingers were bigger than any previous cock she’d had.
“So tight, baby. Gonna add a third now.”
She nodded consent, her teeth gritted against the combination of pain and pleasure he seemed fond of doling out. As he entered her, her lips parted on a gasp.
“That’s it, little one. Relax. Take my fingers. My cock is smaller than how far I’m stretching you now.” He pushed them deeper.
She held her breath.
When his palm flattened against her clit, she whimpered. “Such a good girl. Has anyone ever dominated you like this before, baby?”
She shook her head.
“Did you know you were submissive?”
She shook her head again.
He smiled. “You’re so delightfully pliant. I’ve never seen anyone as deliciously submissive as you. Your obedience pleases me greatly. I will reward you.”
Her body trembled.
“Are you ready for my cock, little one?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
He eased his fingers out, reached for the condom, and rolled it down his length.
“I’m not a missionary kind of guy,” he stated, “Not usually. But something about you makes me want to assume that position. Hover over you so I can gauge your reaction, watch your face. Your expressions are so precious.” He lowered over her body again, nestling his cock at her entrance as he slid his hands up her arms and then pulled her fingers apart.
He flattened their combined hands against the mattress and kissed her again, slowly this time, as if savoring her.
Without warning, he thrust into her to the hilt.
She cried out at the intense pressure. The stretch. The twinge of pain.
“Relax around my cock. Let yourself adjust… That’s a girl.”
Her body gradually accommodated him, making her grateful he hadn’t taken his time entering her. He held steady until she started to squirm with the need for friction.
He gave her a slight grin. “Don’t be greedy. Stay still. I’ll decide how much you get and when you get to come.”
She shuddered, violently this time, his words penetrating deeply. He wasn’t simply dominant; he was powerfully controlling. And damn good at it. She wondered if other women dared to defy him, and then she wondered what the consequences were like.
When she gave up the fight and settled, he finally eased almost out and then thrust back into her. For the first time, she saw a crack in his armor. His lips parted and his eyes rolled back. Before this moment, the only way she could have been sure how much she affected him had been the stiffness of his cock.
He eased back out again, seeming to gain some control, though when he met her gaze, he whispered, “You slay me. Your pussy is so fucking tight. So perfect. I’m not going to last as long as I would have liked.”
How was he even able to give such a speech? Her own words were stuck somewhere, unwilling to follow the synapses of her brain to her mouth. All she could do was blink and hope he moved again soon. Harder. Faster. Anything.
It was one thing for her to have come against his mouth, but it would seem she was going to orgasm again with his cock inside her. Unexpected. All-consuming.
His eyes slid closed as he picked up the pace, pursing his lips and gripping her hands tighter. She doubted he realized how firm his hold was. She didn’t care. Her hands might be sore tomorrow. It would be worth it.
Jason’s lips parted on a gasp, telling her he was close. Just when she thought he would orgasm, he stopped moving, holding his erection deep, grinding the base against her clit. “Come, baby girl. I want to feel your orgasm around my cock before I release.” He pressed harder against her with his words.
She shattered, as if his command were capable of making her orgasm. Her pussy gripped at his erection, pulsing around him while her vision swam and nothing but white-hot pleasure filled her body.
Seconds later, he moved, faster, harder, deeper. And then he gasped, holding himself fully buried in her, his forehead landing on the mattress next to her face. His entire body jerked with his orgasm. She swore she could feel the pulses of his cock.
Time stood still, the earth shifting a bit on its axis as Libby fully grasped the seriousness of this situation.
She’d meant to have a one-night stand with a man in uniform. A pleasant fuck with a white guy who was tall and buff and built.
She wasn’t going to see him again. He lived in Fort Hood, when he was in town. He was active military. She lived in Dallas. A flight attendant with a busy schedule and a family who would never hear of this interlude and would look down upon her with scorn if they ever found out.
She put those thoughts out of her mind. For now, she just wanted to savor this experience as long as she could. Every moment of it.
Chapter 2
“You just snuck out?” Christa asked as the two of them shoved their suitcases in the back of her SUV early the following morning.
“What was I supposed to do? He was dead asleep. The sun wasn’t even up,” Libby told her friend as she stepped out of the way so Bex and Shayla could add their overnight bags to the mix.
Shayla leaned over the suitcases to push everything to one side. Ironically, at five-eight, she was the tallest of the four of them. Ironic only because she was half-Asian. Her mother was barely taller than Libby. Her father, on the other hand, was a six-foot-two white man. Shayla was
