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CHAPTER 38

Senna

“I probably won’t be able to come like this, and what if I suffocate you and?—”

He silences me as he squeezes my butt, his palms wide as he grips it tightly.

“Good girl,” he murmurs before his tongue laps. The arousal flows through my body, but I can’t focus. There’s too much in my head.

“Are you sure I’m not too?—”

He lands a palm on my arse cheek. At this angle, it’s not much more than a tap, but it still makes me squeal and grind against his mouth. His chuckles at my reaction bring another wave of pleasure. I’ve never been bent over and given a good spanking, and I want Connor to do it.

The men I’ve been with were either too scared because they knew about my family or went too far, dominating me because my power emasculated them—their words, not mine. But Connor isn’t. He’s literally tongue fucking me and authoritative at the same time.

“Connor, more.” He wraps his arms around my thighs, holding me against his tongue as it swirls around my clit. My words turn to moans, and my head lolls back as he pulls me onto him again and again. I have to grip the headboard to stop from falling as his tongue flicks inside me.

I’m sucking in air for fear I might forget to breathe. His fingers dig into my flesh. My teenage crush owns my body like an expert. I let out a sound like a cry. I’ve never made that noise during sex before. He pushes me off his mouth. His grin is devilish, and if I weren’t already soaking his chin, I would be now. “That’s my good girl.”

“Fuck.”

He yanks me against his mouth. I grind and twist as he takes my arousal higher. My knuckles turn white from gripping the headboard. My thighs shake, and my biceps tense. He kneads my bum with the occasional butt tap that has me writhing against his tongue.

I sneak a look behind me. His cock judders like it’s inside me. I need it inside me.

He takes a breath. “I want to drown under your wetness. Now ride me like you mean it. I want your orgasm, baby.”

With one hand, I grip his hair, and with the other, I clutch the headboard. He squeezes my thighs, pulling me onto him again and again. My stomach clenches, and my muscles burn as his teeth nip at my clit. I’ve never felt more used and in control at the same time.

I’m panting, desperate to come. My hand moves to my breast. I twist and pinch my nipple while staring down at his beautiful face. His vast eyes fix on mine, creasing with his happiness. That’s what pushes me over the edge: the pleasure, the pain, and his adoration.

My orgasm wrecks me. He eases me off him, rolling me until I’m cradled against his body.

“That was…” But I can’t get my words out. My chest heaves as I draw in oxygen.

He’s so damn smug that I want to beat him. However, there were no losers in that moment. I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, but I want more and to see him come apart.

“Shorts off, Dane.”

“You don’t get to take control, boss.” He kisses me hard. I taste myself on his lips. “You taste like heaven.”

“No, I don’t,” I reply. “You can’t think that.”

“Your body is perfect. You taste perfect. I will punish you if you disagree.” There is an irresistible glint in his eyes.

“How about we say it’s okay rather than perfect?” I reply with a smile.

“Get on your knees.”

I side-eye him, and he stares at me. His eyebrows are high as he waits.

“I want to see your cock first. I’ve imagined it for too long.”

He licks his lips slowly as if he’s still tasting me. “If you insist. But then you’re getting on your knees, and I’m going to give you the spanking you need.” My body throbs. “Keep watching, baby.”

He stands and yanks down his boxers in one move. His dick is huge. I’m imagining him against my tongue, filling my mouth. Would I gag on him instantly or?—

“Stop licking those beautiful lips. Assume the position. All fours. Now.” He reaches for a condom.

He sheaths himself. I’m lifting my pelvis in anticipation.

He holds out his hands as he kneels on the bed. “You have no idea how sexy you are, do you? Whether you’re in your boss dress or your shorts or naked. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Staring at you makes me nearly lose it. I need to sink my cock in you and make you come. It’s all I was made for. Now get on all fours so I can fuck you hard. And this time, we’re breaking the bed. If it’s not in pieces by the time I’m done with you, I’ve failed.”

When I bend over, he groans loudly. I look over my shoulder and catch him holding and squeezing his dick, fisting it slowly in his hand. His stare licks my skin.

“Fuck me, then,” I say between gritted teeth.

“When I’m ready.” He spanks me, and I tremor at the sting.

“Maybe you’re too tired.”

He spanks me harder at my sass, and I whimper. “Maybe I’m enjoying the moment.”

I bite my lip and stare. “But?—”

“The woman I’ve wanted since I was eighteen, who I didn’t think would speak to me ever again, the most beautiful woman in the world, is naked in front of me after a day of laughing with me. You want to help me love driving again. You’re everything, and now you’re in my bed and demanding I fuck you. You are perfect. And you’re all mine.”

And with that, he grips my hips and slides his dick inside me. He waits for my body to adjust to him, and then he pulls out and pushes back in. I’ve never been this full in my life. His bed smells of his citrus woody scent, and I immerse myself in it.

“Good girl. Take me like you’ve wanted me for months.”

“Years,” I pant.

“Yes. Squeeze your tits for me. You’re my sexy, good girl. No one else’s. Ever. That’s right, Coults. Pinch your nipples like you want me to. Show me how you like it.”

I touch myself while he demands more, and my other hand grip the sheets. I pant and hold on tight.

“Now, your clit. It’s all sensitive and swollen, yes?” I reach to rub my clit. It’s still wet from his mouth. “That’s right, baby.”

I cry out as he goes deeper, and his nails dig into my skin. “Rub your clit harder. Own it like it’s my fingers on you, playing with you.”

His dick goes deeper and deeper, his heat penetrating me. He slams into me so hard. His body covers me as he presses kisses to the back of my neck. I turn to watch the way he holds my hips as he fucks me. I burn with need for him as he pounds me repeatedly. Sweat drips between my breasts as a whimper bursts from my lips.

“Louder. I want to know how much you want me. Scream my name.”

“Connor.”

“Louder.” He spanks me, and I cry out. “What do you want me to do?”

“Make me come,” I shout.

“That’s my girl.”

My forearm is flat on the bed as I continue to rub my clit. I’m gasping for breath as he pulls back and slams hard into me again. My orgasm smashes through my body, destroying all the barriers I’d built over the years. He penetrates me faster and harder until he bellows with his orgasm. His kisses cover my skin as he finally lets go.

He drops a kiss on my back and then disposes of the condom. We’re the kind of mess you only get into after the best sex of your life. He pulls me under his duvet, and his hands reach around me to hold me tight to him. Sex with emotion while sharing what you really want is terrifying, but the payoff is even more incredible than I’d believed.

His lips return to my neck. His fingertips caress my skin, playing with my clit as he holds me. “You’re so fucking beautiful. You’re my soft, filthy woman. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”