Page 56 of Do It For Me

Oh, God.

“Tell me… Tell me how to please you.”

His eyes sparkle with lust and something else—something I don’t quite understand. He leans back. His hands settle on my hips, guiding me to move up and down over him.

“Put your tits on my face and let me show you how to move.”

Heat floods my cheeks. He’s inside me, yet it’s the words he says that make me blush the most. He smiles, and I believe that he’s thinking the same thing.

“I don’t—I think—”

“Do it, or I’ll make you.”

That tingling sensation returns.

“Make me,” I whisper.

His eyes narrow.

“We’ll need a safe word, sweetheart, in case something is too much for you.”

“What do you mean by—”

He thrusts harder into me, taking my breath away

“Pick a word, and if it’s too much, you say it,” he says, spreading my bottom as he starts to move again. “If you say ‘no,’ I won’t listen. If you say ‘stop,’ I’ll do it harder. But if you say your safe word, I’ll stop everything and make sure you’re okay.”

His slow movements make it impossible to think straight.

“Can it be any word?”

His hands move to my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples sharply. When I instinctively try to pull away, he holds me firmly, squeezing just hard enough to sting. A gasp escapes me, but I realise I don’t want him to stop.

So, this is what he means?

“Any word,” he replies.

“Blood.”

He tugs on my nipples until our chests are pressed together, his dark eyes locked on mine with a wicked grin.

“If it’s too much for you to handle, say it. I’ll do the same. So, if you think I can’t take something from you, just wait until you hear me.”

I swallow hard. “What if I don’t hear you?”

“Then it’s because I’ll love everything you do to me,” he replies, his tone low and possessive. His hand moves to grip the nape of my neck, tilting my head back slightly. “I’m serious,amore. Whenever it’s too much, say ‘blood.’ And if, for any reason, I don’t stop, scream. Don’t hold back just because you think I’ll like it.”

“But I want to make you feel good.”

His smile softens, though the intensity in his eyes remains. “You want to know what would make me feel good?”

I nod.

“Getting orgasms from that tight little pussy of yours,” he growls. “Now, ride me until you come for me.”

I don’t even have time to open my mouth before his tongue pushes inside. I gasp as he kisses me with raw hunger, still buried deep inside me.

“Move,” he commands.