hadn’t expected this sort
of fetish. Didn’t know what she felt about it. She was stunned, aroused, and
more than a little perplexed.
“I want you.” His voice was rough,
a guttural admission.
“Oh,” she breathed. She wanted him
too. That much she knew.
He stood from the couch, towering
over her. He held out his hand and it shook just a little. “Yes or no, Mags?”
he asked. “It’s been far too long since I last touched you. It’s hell being
near you and not being able to touch you. Feel you.”
She wholeheartedly agreed with
that. She wanted to touch him, wanted to be in his arms again, but she wasn’t
certain if she could actually give herself to him that way, to be
completely submissive.
“Don’t tease. You won’t like what
happens to girls who tease.” He swallowed thickly. “If it is going to be no,
I’d advise you to run for the door.”
She’d never seen him like this.
Animalistic. Aroused and sort of dangerous. God, she wanted him. Walking out
the door was unthinkable. “Yes,” she murmured. “The answer is yes.”
And then he was on her.
Sax grabbed her up in his arms and
slung her over his shoulder, carrying her down the white carpeted hall to his
bedroom like a caveman with a conquest. She was so aroused that she shuddered
in his arms.
He laid her down on the big expanse
of his California king-sized bed, facedown on the black coverlet. When she
tried to turn over, he pressed her down. “Don’t you dare move.” He removed her
boots, peeled off her long denim skirt and hooked his thumbs in her blue
panties, pulling them down around her ankles and then tossing them on the
floor.
Leaving her naked from the waist
down. She could hear the ragged sound of his breathing. She could feel the
moisture running down her thighs and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
“Now get on your knees.” He moaned
as her flesh was revealed to him. “I’d forgotten how sweet your pussy is. Pink
and puffed out for me.”
She lifted her ass in the air
tentatively. She felt so vulnerable, so exposed. Her hot skin and the cool air
caused goose pimples to ripple over her flesh. She looked over her shoulder at
him. Sax was transfixed, staring at her pussy like a starving man eyeing a juicy
steak. “Sax, could we—”
“Shh,” he murmured. “Don’t speak. I
want you to feel. I want you to try this my way.”
“Okay.” Her heart galloped and she
sucked in a deep breath. She faced his wrought iron headboard once more.
Confused and aroused, but she trusted him enough to see where this led.
“I’m going to take you hard. Tell
me you want that, Maggie. Tell me you want me to fuck you. I want that
tightness between your legs and I want to take it my way. Now tell me! Tell me
you want me to fuck you.”
Oh God, did she ever. And that
word. Fuck. That’s what she needed. What she wanted. She wanted Sax to
fuck her, not make love. That would come later. She remembered all too well how
his cock had felt inside her, thick and hard, the big head pushing its way into
her. Owning her. Fucking her. Over and over again. Creating a delicious sort of
friction.
She heard him unzip his fly and
push the pants down before flinging them across the room. She watched as they
fell beside the nightstand.
It had been almost two months since
they’d last touched. She needed the hard length of him inside her. No other man
had ever aroused her the way he did.
“Yes. Take me.” She balanced on her
elbows and wiggled her ass at him. “Fuck me.”
Sax growled in his throat. “Christ.
Look at that wet pussy.” He put a finger in and she yelped, moving
instinctively against the intrusion. “You do want me to fuck you, don’t you,
girl?”
“Ah God, yes.” This was a whole new
side of Sax. Demanding, sexually aggressive. And apparently he had a penchant
for teasing that bordered on tortuous. She didn’t think she could take anymore.
It had been weeks. Weeks. “Take me!”
He pulled his finger away and