The fear of his massive monster cock was real, but there were a few things I’d like to do with it. After refusing to get out of bed, he grabbed my ankles, flipped me, and pulled me to the edge like a rag doll. Laying on my stomach, ass up, Dane descended on me. His chest flush with my back, his cock digging into back, my jaw was on the bed. My inner avid book reader was kicking her feet and squealing.
It shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did, but that one move had me dripping like an omega in one of my Omegaverse books. I was gushing. It should have been embarrassing, but I was too busy panting. That voice that usually ruined everything whispered that I should be angry at being manhandled, especially after everything I’d gone through, but Goddess, I loved it.
The force he exerted didn’t scare me, and I knew that made me crazy. Cleo was no fucking help. She agreed vehemently; her giggling hard to ign
Secrets don’t scare me. There are worse evils. Some men don’t even hide it, but there’s only one particular worry I have. I don’t want to be a home wrecker. I refuse to be someone who destroys a family. And I have no filter.“Are you mated?” I asked. Dane drops the pan he was about to put on the stove with a clatter. He arches a brow, but I hold his gaze, making sure he knows I am dead serious.“Do you think I would have come to you last night and kept you here if I were married?” he asked.“That’s not a no,” I said.“That’s definitely not a yes,” he said.“Can you just answer the question?” I sassed.“I’ve said this already, but I can’t wait to put you over my lap,” he growled. I stared at him pointedly. “No, I&rsquo
One minute, two minutes pass. I blink and then my jaw drops when his words register. My brows fly into my hairline and I wait for Dane to laugh and tell me this is a joke. This only happens in dark romance books, or even better, paranormal romance books. This is the part where I squeal and kick my legs on the bed. No way this is seriously happening.But the longer I stare at Dane, the longer I realize this is actually fucking happening. He doesn’t lift his arm and motion me closer. I swallow when he doesn’t chuckle and tell me to hurry my sweet little ass over to him.The grey eyes across the room hold no laughter in them and I know without a doubt that Dane means business. My eyes snag on the movement as he lifts his arm. For a second, hope blooms, only to be crushed as he points downward with his index finger. He’s dead serious and I’m standing with my mouth gaping open, looking as baffled as I feel.
My mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. With all the books I’ve read, you’d think I would know what to do or at least what to expect. I’ve read so much smut, this whole scenario is a classic. It’s a fantasy come to life. But what do I do? I stare into his grey eyes like a confused prude. His grip tightens, causing me to flinch, and he’s so close I can feel his warm breath on my face.“I don’t like repeating myself,” he warned.I knew this. He knew this, but the promise of what might happen if I disobeyed again called to me like a siren luring ships to their untimely death. Snapping out of my downward spiral of thoughts, I lift my hands from my lap and place them on his thighs. He releases me and leans back in his seat. Slowly, I slide my hands up, purposely brushing over the outline of his cock until I reach the taunt skin of his abdomen.I kneel at his
"Shiiiit," he groans as I enthusiastically bob and suck him like my life depends on it. I want this. Need him to come down my throat. I’m on my knees, my back bent at a ninety-degree angle as I take every fucking inch he has. The edges of my lips feel like they’re going to rip, and tears blur my vision as we both use my throat as a punching bag.“I’m going to come, baby girl. You’re not going to waste a drop, are you?” Dane grunted.His body was tense, his balls squished against my chin as my fingers continued massaging them. I used my thumb to draw circles into it as they drew tight. He was getting close, and I wanted his release more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I swallow and hum to answer him. He shoves me down on his cock, holding me there while he came. It gushed from his tip and my eyes rolled into the back of my head at his taste. He was better than drugs. Who needed Moonywhen y
Lose Control ~ Teddy Swims"Da—ah!” I screamed as Dane’s hand came down on my pussy.He did this in the car on the drive over here, but this wasn’t something I’d experienced before him. I turned to look over my shoulder when three fingers thrust inside of me. I arched my back and moaned. Lifting my hips to present myself. I should be embarrassed, but I wasn’t. The only thing on my mind was Dane and his fingers. I was so wet; the noises were obscene, but only heightened my pleasure.“What am I going to do with you?” his sultry voice filled the space.“Mm… make me come,” I breathed. His fingers drove in and out of me at a painfully slow pace. I wriggled my hips and ground against his fingers. Need had tak
“Just look at you,” Dane groaned.I was a mess; a whirlwind of feelings. My body screamed different things at once. I wanted to crawl away from him, clawing at the rug until I could free myself before I died from cock. But a not so small voice moaned and begged for him to fuck me so there was nothing but him. My pussy twitched around him. Everything hurt. He grabbed a handful of hair and yanked so my chin lifted and my eyes were on the ceiling. The painful grip on my waist would bruise tomorrow, but something flared inside of me. I loved how possessive he was being. I craved his next move.“There she is,” he grunted as our eyes locked.My neck was stretched at an odd angle. The tendons were being pulled and it was uncomfortable, but all I could focus on was him. Dane always looked like he was in control, but as I stared into his eyes, a storm stared back at me. He withdrew and it was as if my guts were rushing to fill the empty space left behind. He took his time, easing out of me so
The sound of his balls slapping violently and the fire crackling echoed through the room. I thought I’d given myself over to Dane, but I’d been wrong. The combination of him knowing what I needed before I even said the word that would stop it all and knowing I’d been hurt before I could explain it was overwhelming. I have cried a multitude of times over the last few months, but I’d never felt as raw, as seen, as I did now. As my cheek burned against the rug as Dane pummeled into me, as my pussy wept and squelched, and as my orgasm caused my vision to go white.“Fuck. This pussy was made for me. You’re my own personal cum rag, aren’t you?” Dane growled.My mouth hung open, but nothing came out. There wasn’t a single thought in my head. The only thing I could do was focus on the way he pulled out of me, causing obscene sounds, only to slam into me like the world would end if he didn’t. The silence, the peace, this man brings me is shocking. My vision clears and ebony hair blocks my view
“Oh,” I moaned.Weight pushed me into the bed and held me down, but that’s not what pulled me from the deepest of sleep. It was the heat that burned low in my belly, the spark at my clit, and the tension that threatened to break the bars keeping my eyelids closed. My nipples were hard and wet, and my back arched. Lewd sounds followed by a growl had everything tightening. My toes curled as something rubbed against my clit mercilessly, and something warm and hard thrust into my ass. Instead of fear, I felt heightened pleasure. Opening my eyes, I found nothing but a high ceiling. When I looked down, I found a large arm holding me down, my legs were spread like a v and hung over shoulders.Dane.Dark hair, brows pinched in concentration, my eyes widened as his wet dripping tongue pointed toward me. Our eyes locked as his tongue thrust into my ass. My initial reaction is shock and fear, but it quickly ebbs away as Dane banishes thoughts of anyone but him. I open my mouth to whisper his nam