As his pants dropped to his ankles, he placed his hands between her thighs, finding her folds soaking wet. He slid his fingers up and o
ver her clit before dragging them through her wet lower lips. The view she offered made his cock throb even more. With her reddened ass, creamy skin, and long dark hair; she stunned him with her beauty.
That’s when he realized what most bothered him about tonight. With Chloe, the Dom and sub relationship was natural. Letting him take control wasn’t something learned or taught; she held an innate instinct to be aroused when he dominated her. He didn’t want to fuck with the purity of that.
Consumed by the desire to own her, he dragged his fingernails down her back, watching her squirm on top of his dining room table. He shamelessly wanted her all to himself. Only for his eyes. Only for his touch. Only for his enjoyment and pleasure.
Chloe had gone to Porter, not him.
Sawyer didn’t like that.
Possessive thoughts made him hurry to apply the condom. Once he had, he didn’t hesitate any longer: he grabbed her hips and entered her. She screamed out as he began thrusting, not slow and gentle, but hard and forceful, showing her who was in control now.
He gripped her hips and pumped harder, until her euphoric screams echoed in his ears. Each thrust caused her inner walls to squeeze his greedy cock, making him nearly cross-eyed with pleasure. Every time he withdrew, he heard her gasp, begging him to return.
Mine! he roared inwardly.
Needing to see her and stare into her soul, he flipped her over, placing her back against the table and dragging her toward him. With her bottom on the table’s edge, he entered her again in one swift stroke and grunted with the pleasure.
Overwhelmed by emotion, he ran his hands under her head, cupping the nape of her neck. “Never go to another man for help again.” When her only reply was a moan, he froze for a second and growled, “Chloe.”
Her expression cleared. “Yes?”
“Never go to another man for help.” He narrowed his eyes at her, letting his anger show. “You only come to me now.”
“Only you.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, angling her hips and beginning to ride him from underneath. “Promise.”
Content with her answer, he did what he’d wanted to do from the moment he met her: he fucked her passionately, possessively, permanently marking her as his. Sweat coated his body as he pumped his hips to bring her to orgasm. He craved that from her. He needed to own her pleasure. She had to come on his cock, simply because he asked that of her now. Only he could make her scream this way. Only he could make her arch her back that far off the table. Only he would hear her calling out his name during her climax.
When her cunt clamped against him and he felt her throb, Sawyer gave in to his pleasure. Heat rushed up his spine and burned into his balls before his cum shot into the condom as he roared out his release.
Many minutes passed before her soft laughter dragged him back from what felt like near unconsciousness. He pushed himself off her slightly. When their eyes met, she asked, “Can someone die from orgasms?”
“Let’s hope so.” He peered down at her, loving that she looked perfectly well fucked. “Not a bad way to go.”
She chuckled. “Definitely not.”
While he loved how Chloe made light of any situation, he still felt tension coursing through him. He brushed her damp hair off her face. “Do you understand now? I’m not telling you not to go there just to be an asshole.”
She pressed her finger against his mouth. “I know why you didn’t want me there.” Her eyes crinkled at the corners. “I think you made it all very clear.” She paused a moment before adding in a shy voice, “I’m sorry that I didn’t ask you to take me. I didn’t think it would upset you so much.”
“But now you know it does?”
“Now I know it does.”
Keeping his body on top of hers, not ready to move away just yet, he added, “You also know that I don’t want you to be anyone else but yourself?”
“Yes, I know.” She gave a sweet smile.
He kissed the tip of her nose and gathered her in his arms. “Good. Now let’s go to bed so I can fuck you properly to apologize for being angry.”
Her eyes went huge. “What would you call what we just did?”
“Getting warmed up.”
Chapter 12
The dark night led Sawyer through the streets of Las Vegas as he sat behind the wheel of his truck. It was minutes past midnight now, and exhaustion weighed on him. The city remained alive and busy. While he loved that about Vegas, he craved to drop into sleepy slumber. He pressed his foot against the accelerator, knowing that rest wouldn’t come without putting something else to bed first.