Page 107 of Shadowed Sins: Nitro

I push him backward onto the bed. He goes willingly—he could stop me, we both know it, but he's choosing to let me lead. Those blue-green eyes track my every movement as I pull my shirt over my head. My bra follows, and his cock twitches towards his stomach, a bead of precum forming at the tip.

"Don't move." I step out of my pants, revealing that I'm completely bare underneath. His whole body jerks, a strangled sound escaping his throat. "Hands above your head."

"Fuck, Mira, you're not wearing—you came here with no fucking panties on, which means you planned this, which means—"

"I said don't talk."

He obeys immediately, arms stretching above him on the dark sheets. The position makes his abs tighten, shows off every line of muscle. My pussy throbs, slickness already coating my inner thighs.

This is what control looks like. Him choosing to submit. Me choosing to take.

I crawl onto the bed, straddling his thighs. His cock brushes against my stomach, leaving a slick trail that makes me shiver.

"Please—"

My hand wraps around the base of his cock, squeezing just hard enough to make him buck. The thick length throbs in my grip, more precum beading at the tip.

"What did I say about talking?"

His head falls back against the pillow, throat exposed, the frantic flutter visible beneath his skin. "Sorry, I just—when you touch me I can't—your hand on my cock makes my brain completely stop working—"

I stroke him once, slow and deliberate, watching his face contort. My thumb swipes over the head, spreading the slickness. "Can't what?"

"Can't think. Can't breathe. Can't do anything but want to fuck you until you scream my name so loud the neighbors call the police."

The crude confession makes heat flood through me, more arousal gathering between my legs.

Don't show weakness. Maintain control.

I release his cock and lean forward, letting my breasts brush along his cock and up to his chest. My nipples are so hard they ache, and the friction against his skin makes me bite back a moan.

"You're so desperate for me." I bite his earlobe hard enough to hurt, tasting salt and something that's purely him. "So eager to please. Like you were made for it."

"Only for you." His voice cracks. "Fuck, only ever for you. I jerk off thinking about you. Three times yesterday. Came so hard saying your name I nearly passed out."

The confession destroys something in my chest. My hips roll involuntarily, my soaked pussy sliding against his cock, coating him with my arousal.

Don't react. Don't let him see how that affects you.

But my body betrays me, grinding against him. He groans and his hips thrust up slightly.

"I said don't fucking move."

"Can't help it." His voice sounds wrecked already. "You're dripping on me. I can smell how ready you are. Want to taste your pussy until you forget your own name."

I grab his hair and pull his head back, exposing more of that tempting throat. "You don't get to taste. You get what I give you."

Lie. Want his tongue inside me until I forget everything.

I position myself over him, letting just the head of his cock press against my entrance. We both gasp at the contact.

"Please." The word tears out of him. "Mira, please, I need to be inside you. Need to feel how tight your pussy is around my cock."

"Beg better."

"Fuck—please, I'm going crazy. Haven't been able to think about anything but your cunt since last time. How hot you get. How you squeezed my cock when you came. How you taste when I make you scream."

My control cracks. I sink down in one brutal movement, taking him to the hilt.