“Yes, yes, Sir.” Still, she battled with the belt, trying to shuffle down and impale herself. It was no good.
A tendon flexed in his cheek, and his nostrils flared. Then his cock was there, easing in.
She arched her spine, pressing her head into the pillow as she closed her eyes. This was what she’d been waiting for. She was so ready for it. So wet for him.
He forged in, stretching her, creating a delicious, dense sensation as he sank deep, filling her completely. His body pressed up against her clit.
“Fuck!” Her eyes flew open. “Condom. Wyatt. Condom. I’m not on birth control.”
“Shit.” He withdrew at speed. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. Do you have some?” Irritation gnawed at her. “Surely you must have.”
“Yeah, another bumper pack right here.” He leaned up and over her, the tip of his cock skimming her belly as reached into his bedside drawer.
“For all those naughty maids, right?” She watched him pull out a purple box and fish for a Durex.
“There’s only one naughty maid I’m interested in.” He grinned, then moved up the bed until he was straddling her chest. “And in particular, these spectacular titties of hers.”
“Put the damn condom on … and … fuck me.”
He ignored her demand and instead cupped the outer sides of her breasts and squeezed them together. “Ah yeah. Right now I’m one lucky lord.”
She stared up at him, fingernails digging into her palms. He couldn’t have looked less lord-like with his sea-salted hair falling forward to half cover his eyes, the expanse of ink over roped muscle, and the downright filthy expression on his face.
“Been thinking of doing this from the moment I saw you.” He placed his cock in her cleavage, pressing her breasts around it, and smoothed upward, his way eased by the slick of perspiration on her skin and the moisture on his cock.
“Since the moment you saw me. You’re a dirty bastard, you know that?”
“And I’m going to hell, yeah, yeah … fuck this is worth it.” His cock peeked out from her flesh, then he pulled back and slid through the channel between her breasts again. “Ah yeah.” He tipped his head to the ceiling, the tendons on his neck straining.
Her heart was pounding. She was at his mercy, and he was using her for his pleasure. Although it was frustrating, it didn’t alarm her or set her nerves on edge. She knew, somewhere inside her, that Wyatt would take care of her … even if he did carry out his own fantasies first.
“Oh, God. I could come like this … I will one day.” He looked down at her, and his cheeks had a rise of color on them. “But now I need your pussy.”
“Yes.” She nodded at the condom. “Put that on, damn it.”
He released her breasts and reached for it, quickly rolling it onto his impressive length. The latex was neon green, and if she hadn’t been so turned on, so fraught with need, it would have been comical.
“So tell me you’re going to be a good maid from now on.” He slid down her body, settling between her legs with his cock in position.
“Forget the maid stuff now.” She yanked at the belt.
“Oh no, I’m in charge here, and you’re still my naughty maid.”
“Wyatt.” She frowned and tipped her hips.
“Tell me, tell me you’ll remember your chores.”
“Yes, fuck, yes, I’ll remember my chores.”
He remained stock-still except for raising one eyebrow.
“Sir,” she snapped. “I’ll remember my chores, Sir.”
He grunted, and it was as if her words had pressed a button inside of him, because he plundered into her. Filling her pussy with one hard, wild thrust of his hips.
She cried out, a stitch of discomfort adding to the pleasure of finally having him getting on with the job of fucking.