Page 51 of Sire

“Yes,” I pant. “AmIdoing it right?”

“Do you want me to kiss you more?”

“Please.”

“Then we’re doing it right.”

He kisses me until my world is spinning and my lips are swollen. My flesh is on fire. My panties are soaked. My empty cunt pulses. Desire keeps making my belly flip and flutter.

Good God, and it’s only his kiss.

Imagining what even more will feel like with him makes me hungry. I moan into his mouth, my hand skimming his silky, hard pec, over his hidden scars, to his hard nipple.

Instinct tells me to pinch it gently, and he grunts, nipping my bottom lip before he pulls back like we have to stop. Like we have to be chaste, or else.

Maybe I’m too aroused. The way he looks is too tempting. The way I need him, too strong.

I’m supposed to slice my words up into sweet, passive, bite-sized pieces for any male ego to consume but fuck that. Nannie called thatthe patriarchy, and my desire agrees.

“More, Sire. Now,” I demand. “Breed me. I want you to.”

“Fuck, Wren.” His grip in my hair tightens to the point of sweet pain. “Don’t tempt me. You have no idea the dirty, perverted, fucking fantasies I have about you.”

“So make them real with me.”

He searches my eyes, and I watch his do that flip. From a man of God to a mafia king. From a pastor to a predator. From holding back, to oh-fuck-here-he-comes.

He smirks, evil and electric. “You want something dirty, little angel?”

Pleasure jolts through me. “Yes.”

“You said you’ve watched porn. Are you ready for a real show?”

“Very ready.”

“Lie back and unbutton your shirt for me,” he demands. “You’re going to be my private porn.”

I lie across the bed as he throws the pillows on the floor. I can’t find my breath, staring at the sight of him shirtless and kneeling between my spread legs. All his ink and muscles. Hiswhole body is huge. But it’s what’s hard and thick between his legs that rips my breath away.

“Oh my God,” I sigh as he reaches in, adjusting himself under his light grey sweatpants. The pants are so thin, I can see the outline of his swollen tip. He lifts his penis from pressed hard and long against his leg, to jutting, straight out, and so far that it pulls the elastic band inches away from his shredded waist.

“You like that, Angel?” He taunts, staring down at me, “You like seeing how fucking hard I get for you?”

“Yes,” I pant. “You’re huge.”

He smirks. “How would you know, little virgin?”

“You have a huge, porn dick; that’s how I know.”

“Have you ever touched a real one?”

“I’ve never evenseena real one.”

I guess that turns him on. His eyelids drop with lust, his hand giving one stroke to his covered erection.

“Show me,” he demands. “Unbutton my shirt that you wear around our home and fucking tease me in. Show me what the sight of my hard dick does to your little nipples.”

I release one button, then another, until all are undone, before I sweep the white, starchy cotton away, revealing my naked breasts and white cotton panties.