“That’s it, baby,” he said roughly, and she loved and hated the endearment he had just used. Even if it was said in the moment of passion, Sorcha felt this surge of power move through her.
The longer she had his cock in her mouth, and the flavor of everything that was Rian filling her, the more she wanted to have him touching her. She wanted his fingers stroking her body and his cock deep inside of her. He certainly had this magnetism that came from him on its own, like some kind of survival instinct that ensured he was never denied. Sorcha had managed to steer clear of his bastardly charms for six months, but as soon as she let him touch her in that office, and signed that contract, she had surrendered.
Hollowing out her cheeks, Sorcha tried to suck as much of him into her mouth as she could. But he was a large man, not chokingly so, but enough that his size made it apparent she wouldn’t be able to take him all the way inside. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, and worked her hand up and down the length she couldn’t reach. Her pussy grew wetter, hotter, and more anxious for what was to come.
He was still, silent even, and the only noise he made was this deep breathing in sporadic intervals. There was the occasional tug of her hair by his hand still gripping the strands. Picking up her speed because she wanted him to come, Sorcha renewed her efforts and gripped the base of his shaft harder. He hissed out, and she grinned internally at the fact that she had control of him in her own way.
The feel of him under her tongue, smooth, hot, and hard, had her clenching her thighs together even more forcefully. She wanted to come, too, so damn badly that she couldn’t think straight. Her mind was a jumbled mess of needs and wants, of resistance and abhorrence to giving in so easily.
Her mission was easy: make him come and therefore have him surrender to her.
16
“That’s it, Sorcha.” Rian was going to come really fucking hard. His balls were drawn up tight, and this exact fantasy had played out in his head more times than he could count. He was going to fill her mouth with his seed, make her swallow it all, because there was this side of him that wanted to know he had that kind of control over her. He wanted that possession. “Suck harder, baby.”
She started bobbing her head up and down in time with stroking the root of his cock. He had kept still until now, but he couldn’t hold off any longer. He groaned out when the tip hit her throat, and he grunted when she gently scraped her teeth along his length. The sting of pain had him hissing out, but then the pleasure that followed had his orgasm racing to the surface.
“Swallow it.” He held her head to his lap, made her swallow his cum when he started to fill her mouth. But to his surprise she grabbed his thighs, dug her nails in, and moaned around him. The feeling of her throat working as she drank him all up had Rian tossing his head back and groaning deeply. When there was nothing left for her to swallow Rian gently pushed her away.
She sat back on her knees, staring at him with this red, swollen mouth, and the cause of why it looked like that slammed into his head. He reached out, ran the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip. Her chest was moving up and down almost at a frantic pace, and without thinking and just acting Rian leaned forward and kissed her hard. He tasted himself on her, tasted the wine she had drunk, and the passion and anger she felt. All of that was one heady fucking sensation.
Rian stood, lifted her off the floor, and moved them back toward the wall. He could have easily just laid her out on the bed, but there was this primal, animalistic side of him that wanted to take her hard and rough for their first time. There was plenty of time to be all soft and sweet, if he even went down that road. Right now he just wanted his cock inside of her.
He removed his pants easily enough, and grabbed the soft, generous swells of her ass. When he had her in his arms he moved them closer toward the wall, and leaned her back against it. The creamy flesh of her neck beckoned him, and he leaned down and ran his tongue over her throat. “Wrap your legs around me.” She complied without hesitance, and he knew that for as much fight as she liked to give him, she was his right now.