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Her nails dug into his back. ?

??Yes. That.”

He eased his hips back then sunk deep again, taking it slow and reining in his reaction as much as he could. It’d been so long since he’d been with her and feeling her pussy clenching around him, flesh against flesh, no barrier to shield the intensity of the sensation, was enough to drive him mad with the need to fuck hard and fuck now.

He supported himself on the arm of the couch and rocked into her, his muscles tense with restraint, and as he lifted his head, he caught sight of their reflection in the wall of windows. The back of her head and him looming over her. Well, that wouldn’t do.

He grabbed her leg and slid out of her. “Turn over, mama. Let’s enjoy the show together.”

Oakley didn’t hesitate. She flipped over and he tugged her dress the rest of the way off and unhooked her bra. Now she was fully naked for him while he still had everything on, his jeans shoved down his thighs. The difference in their state of undress had a surge of power going through him—that burgeoning dominant side of his stirring now that his woman was back in his grasp.

He grabbed Oakley’s ponytail and lifted her head so that she could see herself in the reflection. “Watch how fucking sexy you look taking my cock.”

He slid between her spread thighs and watched as her lids went heavy in the reflection, a look of absolute greed coming over her face, like she wanted this more than anything. That hunger spurred him on. It wasn’t a romantic look, it wasn’t sweet. His girl wanted to be fucked hard.

“I want to hurt you, mama. Break you in two and put you back together.” The words slipped out unbidden, some inner thought making it past his normal filter. And the truth of it resonated through him. He wanted to hurt her, hurt her in the best way possible. Make her beg. Make her scream.

“Then hurt me,” she said, challenge and grit in her voice.

The words made every bit of his blood light on fire. “Keep looking in that window. And don’t you dare come until I tell you.”

“Yes, Pike,” she said, the deferent words brazen coming off her lips.

He grabbed her hip with bruising force, pumping his cock into her, and with his other hand, he reached down and grabbed her breast. It was soft and warm in his hand, but when he found her nipple, he gave it a hard pinch.

She gasped and her cunt gripped him like a vise. Fuck.

He gave the same treatment to the other nipple, then tugged on it. “You’d be so fucking hot with clamps on these and a chain between them. Or maybe we should just pierce them and I can tug on them whenever I want.”

Her entire body shuddered in his hold, and his teeth clenched as he tried to hold back his release.

Goddamn. It was one thing to play rough. He’d done it in his past on occasion. But feeling exactly what some extra bite did to Oakley made something inside him click into place. He’d always been the one to tease his friends about their sadistic streaks. But now he understood. Because when your woman is the one craving it, when you know you can be the one to give her that knife’s edge of pleasure/pain, it’s a freaking high.

He couldn’t wait to get her to The Ranch and really explore that masochistic streak of hers. But right now, he just needed to fuck her and feel her fall apart beneath him.

He clamped his hands around her waist and dragged her back along his cock, shifting the direction of the motion and making his own hips go still. He could tell the instant it registered what he was doing. Physically, not much different, but mentally a big one. He was using her body how he wanted. Letting her feel like she was just the object to slake his need. And based on the way she moaned, it’d had the desired effect.

“That’s right, mama,” he said, his voice strained. “You’re all mine right now. Just be a good girl and don’t fight.”

She pressed her face into the arm of the couch. “God, why does that make me hotter?”

He grinned and grasped her hair again. “Head up, gorgeous. You’re going to watch every second of this.”

She lifted her gaze to the reflection and met his—naked desire there. He let go of her hair and reached out for a throw pillow. It was canvas-covered, soft enough not to hurt but rough enough to make a difference. He shoved it between her thighs, positioning the corner of it where he wanted.

“Keep that there.” He gripped her waist again and dragged her back over his shaft.

The pillow grazed over her clit and she jolted. “Oh, fuck.”

He smiled to himself and draped himself over her, reaching around to palm her breasts. When her inner muscles tightened around him, he increased the strength and pace as he thrust into her. His fingers pinched and rolled her nipples as he rocked her roughly against the pillow.

He pressed his face into the crook of her shoulder, the smell of her shampoo mixing with the musky scent of sweat and sex. He’d never smelled a better combination. “You have permission to come, love.”

“Don’t. Wanna. Yet. So. Good.”

He knew the feeling, but as her heat clasped around him, needy and tight, he knew neither of them would last much longer.

He put his lips next to her ear. “It’s that good for me, too, baby. You’re so hot and slippery around my cock. I’m slick with your juices and leaking for you. It’s never been this good. Never. Your body was made for mine. You were made for me. You wreck me, Oakley Easton.”


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