Page 181 of Yearn

Every moan was an exorcism of Scott's neglect, every arch of her back was her body remembering it was allowed to demand pleasure, to receive it, to be worshipped instead of tolerated.

"You're so beautiful," I murmured, watching her face transform. "So fucking beautiful when you let yourself feel good."

“Oh, baby. Don’t stop.”

I redoubled my efforts, thrusting harder, faster, each movement designed to bring her to the edge. "Cum for me, Mommy."

Her cries escalated. The pitch of her voice echoed through the room. She was almost there, her body trembling on the brink of ecstasy.

I groaned, “Mmmm.”

Never heard her sound like this before? Have you, Scott?

Through narrow eyes, I lifted my view and watched as Scott, that pathetic excuse for a man, staggered in the semi-darkness of the stairs. He was close to the bottom now and his eyes were wide and horrified.

He might have been mumbling something, a protest or a plea, but it drowned under the symphony of pleasure Teyonah and I were creating.

And her pussy felt so good, there was no way I was going to pull out.

It was so wet.

So warm.

Such a velvet-smooth hug to my cock.

My heart pounded with a wild rhythm, matching the savage, possessive energy thrumming in my veins.

I was caught in the vortex of Teyonah’s carnal surrender and my own animalistic claim over her—my woman.

"Who do you belong to?"

“You.”

“What’s my name?”

“Dominic!” Teyonah gasped, her body arching up against me as her orgasm broke over her. "Oh. Oh. Oh."

“Fuck yeah.”

Teyonah had no idea Scott was watching, but somehow her body knew this moment mattered. She moved with a freedom I'd never seen before—unashamed, demanding, beautiful in her selfishness.

"Don't stop, Dominic." There was no hesitation in her voice. No checking to see if she was too loud, too much, too needy. "Right there. Yes.Yes."

This was what she'd been denied. Not just orgasms—though Scott had clearly failed at that too—but the permission to take up space in her own pleasure.

To be loud.

To demand.

To center herself instead of managing someone else's ego.

Her back arched, and she cried out without covering her mouth, without apologizing, without making herself smaller.

She was finally, completely, devastatingly herself.

And she had no idea how powerful she looked.

I looked up.