The following excerpts are deleted chapters from His Captive Pet. The story started one way, but as I continued to write, Blake and Aubree turned down a different path. I can’t tell you how much it hurts to delete chapters from a book, so I’m putting them here so that they may see the light of day once more. Enjoy!
Blake wasn’t sure what he’d expected her to say when he had asked her about her plans, but searching down a dog fight to stop hadn’t been on the list. His little hellcat could get herself into a whole heap of trouble if he didn’t keep his eye on her. There was no doubt she could be a force to be reckoned with, he sensed that right away, but there was no way she could match up to the gangs that ran those fights. He’d have to do his best to keep her mind off of dog fights, and he was pretty sure he was up for the task.
And so was his dick. That kiss had nearly undone him. She’d responded to his touch immediately, softening beneath him, taking his command with grace and desire. Kissing her in such a way had been as much of an intimacy as if she’d been naked beneath him. He knew the moment he touched her, he would not let her go. She could fight, she could deny what she wanted, no needed, but he wouldn’t allow her to walk away from him. Touching her felt more natural than the feel of his own skin. He would have her, and he would protect her- even from herself.
When he returned to her townhouse to pick her up, he half expected her to have a list of reasons she couldn’t go. Sure, that she would still try to make that fight. He had no real claim on her. Yet. So, he was surprised when the door opened and she hopped out onto her porch with a smile. It was a brilliant smile. Had the sun not been shining he was sure she could have lit up the whole neighborhood with it. Knock it off, Tanner. Don’t go getting all wet in the pussy now.
“So, why the dog fight?” He asked while they walked back to his truck after spending the afternoon on the beach. She had been avoided the topic, and probably thought she was doing a fairly good job of deflecting him, too. But he wasn’t that easy to shake. After hearing about her work, he had a better understanding of why she was protective of the animals, being a vet, but there was more to it than that. There was something she didn’t want to divulge. Yet.
“I hate them. They are pointless and the dogs- they get so fucking hurt, if they survive.”
“Such a pretty mouth, yet the ugliest things come out.” He opened the door to the truck and helped her up into her seat. She looked down at him with wide eyes. “You curse worse than any army brat I ever met.”
“What are you going to do about it, hit me again?” She rolled her eyes while securing her seat belt.
He rested his hand on her thigh and waited until she looked back at him before responding. “I didn’t hit you. I gave you a smack to your ass, and yes, I’ll do it whenever it’s needed- or wanted. Maybe I don’t like it, maybe if you do it again, I’ll bare your ass and turn you over my knee.” He’d spoken slowly, and he knew she’d processed every word by the light blush that crept up her neck and took over her cheeks. He’d learned a long time ago when it came to women, it was better to be upfront with who he was, how he viewed their dynamic. If she was going to run screaming, better to get it done now.
“Does the idea of laying across my knee for a punishment turn you on?” He asked stroking her thigh. Her large green eyes stared at him with a longing he knew well. Desire pooled there, he only needed to pull it free. “Does it, Aubree?”
“Yes.” She finally whispered and looked away from him.
He was moving quicker than he would on a first date, but he’d been admiring her since the first time she stepped into his bar months ago. His libido wouldn’t let him slow down now, and her heated expression told him she didn’t want him too either.
“Are your panties wet?” He slid his hand on her thigh, toward her apex. She didn’t push his hand away, but opened her legs a bit to accommodate him. “Very good.” He rewarded her with a light stroke of his finger along her sex. He could feel her heat through her yoga pants, and knew if he pressed harder, he’d feel her wetness.
“Blake.” A plea? Keeping his eyes fixated on hers, he slid his hand further between her thighs, pressing his forefinger against her, feeling the wetness just like he knew he would. He couldn’t help but grin at her tormented expression. Her hands fisted at her sides, her top lip pinched tightly between her teeth, and her eyes wild with need.
“Did you want something, Sweetheart?” He asked moving his finger down her slit and back up until he pressed her clit, and she gasped. “We should get back to your place.” He pulled away from her and shut her door. He smiled over her frustrated grunt as he headed around to his side of the truck.
He pulled out into traffic and inched down the street. The sun beat down into the car, warming it considerably. “Spread your legs, Aubree. I want them spread for me until we get to your house.” With no hesitation, she slid her feet across the floorboard of the truck until she had her knees spread wide. “Good girl,” He rested a hand on her left thigh, just low enough that his fingers could feel the heat from her. “If there wasn’t so much traffic, I’d have you pull those pants off so I could see your pussy.” The words left his mouth before he could filter himself. Her eyes darted to him, and he gave her a grin. For the past six months he’d wondered if he’d been right. If he read the vibe right, and her reactions to his little commands, the dilated pupils, her beaded nipple poking through her shirt all confirmed he’d been more than right.
“You can say filthy things, but I can’t?” Her question surprised him. “How is that fair?” She didn’t close her legs, he noticed.
“I don’t promise fair.” He shifted in his seat. Her quick obedience was making his cock harder than his jeans would allow. “And I didn’t say you couldn’t talk dirty. In fact, I would love it if you did.” Just not now or I’ll explode in my pants.
“So, you’re allowed things, I’m not?” She clarified. He looked for the indignation in her tone, but found none. Curiosity. She sought out the boundaries, and he was more than happy to show her where they lay.
“Yes.” He answered simply. Let her come up with the questions, he’d answer them, but he would only show her what she wanted. For now. Until he could get a solid grasp on her experience and her needs, he wouldn’t unleash the beast within him.
“You said you’d spank me. What if I don’t want that?” she asked, dipping a toe in the water, but she was ready to dive in head first- he was sure of that.
“Are you saying you’ve never been spanked before?”
Her cheeks reddened and she looked out the window. “I’ve been spanked before, but I doubt you do it the same way.”
He wanted to laugh over the misery in her tone. She was right though, if she was going to be getting any sort of bad girl treatment it was most likely going to be much harder than anything she’d already experienced.
“No one likes punishments, especially the kind I dish out. But you’ll like the fun spankings, the ones that have you begging for more and begging for me.” He turned down her street, grateful that they’d be inside in only a few more minutes. He wanted his hands on her. Now.
“That wasn’t an answer.” She pointed out, sliding her knees together. He moved his hand from her thigh to her knees, yanking them back apart as he drove down the narrow street.
“Keep your legs open.” He moved his hand from her leg to the wheel in order to maneuver into the parking spot outside her townhouse. Once the car was parked, he turned to her and held her chin in his hand, making her look at him. “Aubree, I don’t think it’s a secret that I want you. Very much and in every sense. I’ve watched you at the bar, seen you throw away men like used napkins. You aren’t looking for a soft man, and I’m as hard as they come. But before you allow me into your house you need to understand something. I don’t compromise. I take what I want and what is mine. With that, I expect obedience. Complete surrender. I don’t expect that you give me all your trust in one moment, and it will take time for us to come together on everything. But I need you to understand that even though we are new, even though we are just feeling out our boundaries- I’m not an easy man. I expect obedience. I won’t tolerate disrespect or dishonesty. And I don’t run off at the first sign of trouble. I’m telling you all of this because I want to take you inside and make you mine.”
Aubree tried to focus, to stop her head from reeling, but between his touch and what he was telling her, she found the job completely impossible. He wanted her. Not just for a little fun, but in her entirety. The attraction she had felt for him before skyrocketed with what he told her. She’d be his. No compromise. Complete surrender.
Her throat dried.
She didn’t recall ever seeing him play at the dungeon she occasionally visited, and although she had seen him act the Alpha at the bar, she hadn’t dared to wish for him to have a dominant streak. It would have been too heart-wrenching to know that and think she’d never get to experience it. Maybe he picked up on her thoughts though, as he was always so good at doing, and was just angling to get in her panties.
“Are you teasing me?”
“I love teasing, but not about this.” His eyes were fierce. There was no humor lingering in his expression. Her heart raced toward a craving she’d nearly given up on.
“Okay.” One word. Whispered. Everything would change with that word, of that she was certain. A smile broke across his face. His fingers softened on her chin, but didn’t let go.
“Be sure, sweetheart.”
As terrifying as the prospect sounded, she wanted it. No, needed it. “I’m sure.” A sudden panic hit her, and she grasped his arm. “What if we don’t like the same things?” Her fears exploded from her. She knew what she wanted, but she wasn’t sure if she could. Fantasy and reality not always being the same, she worried over disappointing him. “What if you don’t-” Her word was cut off by his mouth capturing hers in a hard kiss. Her lips felt bruised when he pulled away and smiled down at her.
“If anything is too much, you say mercy to slow it down, and Breakroom to make everything stop.” Safewords. Of course they’d use safewords.
“You’ll leave?” Panic overwhelmed her. She’d used her safe word once, an overzealous strike to her ass with a belt had landed too high, hitting her tailbone, and wrapped around her hip. The guy closed up shop and went home. He had blamed her, saying she moved. If she wouldn’t stand still, he wouldn’t play with her. He’d literally picked up his toys and went home.
“No.” The vow was given with such force she frowned over it. “I won’t leave, I’ll stop, and we’ll get through whatever the issue is.”
“Oh.” Now that was something she could get used to- a man who stuck around long enough to have a conversation? Not something she’d had in her experience, in her own relationships, and those she’d grown up watching.
“You’ve read too many books.” He chuckled and kissed her again before she could form another anxious thought. “Let’s go inside.” He broke away from her. “Stay here.”
She watched him hop down from the truck and walk around the hood toward her door with a new sense of anticipation. A door she had considered welded shut was about to open. Given the failed attempts at the dungeons and online dating, she’d all but given up on finding a man who could not only hold his own in the bedroom, but carry over his dominance so naturally outside of it.
She couldn’t blow this. Blake gave off a different vibe than she’d felt with the few dominants she met. He might be smiling at her, but she could feel the heat inside him, the harshness and she craved it. She wanted the darkness he seemed bent on hiding from her, but could she handle it?
He helped her down from the truck and held her hand during the short walk to the house. Had she felt this secure holding hands with anyone else in her lifetime? She couldn’t remember it, if she had.
Samuel waited just inside the door but didn’t jump in greeting, he ran to the back door. “He needs to go out.” Aubree said taking a step in that direction.
He pulled her back until she turned to look at him. “I’ll let him out. Just go relax in the living room.” His knuckles ran softly along her jaw when she opened her mouth to protest. “I’m not going to devour you- well, not yet.”
She let out a breath and nodded. Sure, just sit down and relax. Try not to think about him touching her, and kissing her, not a problem. Except it was all she could think about while she sat on the couch and listened to him call for Samuel to get back inside. She smiled when Blake grumbled then chastised Samuel for chasing after a squirrel. It was one of Samuel’s favorite things to do, guarding their yard against the evil squirrels of Chicago, not even Blake would be able to make him stop.
“What are you laughing about?” Blake asked when he came to the entranceway.
The soft giggle turned into a loud laugh when she saw Samuel take up a seat on the loveseat, a leaf dangling from his mouth.
She pulled it from his mouth and patted him on the head. “He loves to chase those squirrels. I think they enjoy the chase as much as him.” She dropped the browning foliage on the couch.
“So, you were laughing at my inability to get him to stop?” His voice dipped, but she could see the merriment in his eyes.
“Don’t feel bad. He has his own mind when it comes to that.” She scratched behind Samuel’s ear and once she went back to the couch, he curled up in a ball, watching them with disinterest.
“Maybe I should chain him the next time he goes out.” Blake threatened.
Samuel seemed to understand as his ears perked up, but Aubree came to his defense quickly.
“I won’t chain him up anywhere. He’s a dog. He can chase the squirrels all he wants. But skunks he’s not allowed to go near.” She made a face and leaned back on the couch
Blake studied her for long moment before he shook his head and laughed. “I’ve never dated a dog lover before, I see I’m going to have to win him over just a much as you.”
“Oh, you’ve already won him over. He hates men, you’re the first one he hasn’t barked at.” She moved over on the couch to give Blake more room, but he sat down on the coffee table instead facing her.
“Why does he hate men?” Blake arched a brow.
“Just does.” She shrugged. He’d been that way since he was a puppy. Aubree suspected the couple that had him before she adopted him didn’t have a safe relationship. The day she arrived to pick him up, the wife sported a cut lip. And all the foundation in the world couldn’t cover up the purple blotch on her chin. Besides. Aubree knew all the tricks, and could see through them all.
“Well, I’m glad that particular prejudice hasn’t rubbed off on you.” He grinned. His hands rested palms down on her knees.
“How did you know?” she asked. The question had been burning in her mind since the first night he’d smacked her bottom. Something had told him that she wouldn’t rebuke him. And she should have. She never should have let him get away with manhandling her like that. But no matter how much her mind screamed for her to do so, the rest of her ignored it.
“That I wouldn’t tell you to fuck off out there.” She looked out the window.
“I didn’t know for sure. I hoped you wouldn’t.” His fingers lightly dragged up and down her legs, over her leggings. “Sometimes I just get the sense that a woman is open to my idea of fun.”
“Like a radar?” She tried to joke. She needed to joke. Because the serious look in his eyes, the way his fingers built up an electric current in her body with barely touching her, she needed a distraction. Because this, whatever this was going to be, had potential to break her. And she wouldn’t be broken.
He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess so.”
He grabbed both of her knees and pulled her legs apart wide, settling himself between them, his grip punishing. “And I wasn’t wrong. You like this, me holding your legs open, and you unable to close them. If I take my hands away, you’ll keep them there just like that, won’t you.”
It wasn’t even a question. And hell, he completely had her pegged. She’d follow his directions, his commands, because in that moment losing control would give her peace. Giving it to someone else to hold, just for a moment would settle her mind and relieve the ache in her soul.
Blake stood up, stepped over her leg and walked to the other side of the room.
“Stand up.” He said, folding his arms over his chest and spreading his legs in a firm stance.
Calm came over her as she stood to do as he said.
“Pull off your leggings and your shoes. Panties next, and then you’re shirt and bra.”
She had to be twisted, because just hearing the commands, in the dark tone he gave them, made her come undone. He seemed to know exactly what she needed to thrive. Comfort came beneath the instruction, his dominance.
Her fingers trembled as she untied her walking shoes. She peeled off her socks, tucked them inside and placed the shoes next to the couch. Knowing he was watching, inspecting her movements, she peeled off her leggings and folded them on top of the shoes.
She chanced a quick glance at him as she pulled the t-shirt over her head. The approval written on his expression lit a fire in her. She yanked off the shirt and shimmied out of her bra, putting them neatly by the rest of her clothing before standing up and looking at him. Her hands fisted at her sides.
It would be easier if he said something. Anything. But he didn’t. He just kept staring at her. Her toes curled into the area rug.
The longer the silence stretched the hotter her face became. Her arms crept up and she covered her breasts with one and crossed her legs to find some level of modesty. He was just staring! She found on the floor in front of his boots to focus on.
“Did I tell you to cover yourself?” He asked, closing the gap between them with two long strides.
“Look at me when you speak. I don’t like talking to the top of your head- well-” he gave a little chuckle. “Unless your lips are wrapped around my dick, then I would love it.”
Her eyes shot up to his face. “Ever the gentleman” she remarked on his crude manner. A fire burned in his eyes, they were dark and peering right at her.
“Why are you covering yourself then?”
She pinched her lips together. He had to know how unarming it was to stand naked in front of someone, being appraised by them. Thrusting her chin up, reminding herself she had a backbone and should use the damn thing, she dropped her hands back to her side.
“There’s a good girl. I want to see every inch of you, touch every inch of you, lick and kiss every bit of you before you put your hands on me.” If words had the ability to touch, she would have marks all over her body where they’d hit her.
His eyes roamed freely over her body while she pumped her hands into fists at her sides. She refused to look at his face, she wouldn’t beg for his approval. With one shove, he pushed the coffee table to the side, removing her protective barrier.
“There, that’s better.” He stepped to her, encompassing her wrists with his hands and drawing them behind her. “Just like this morning, keep them here.” The heat from his mouth as he spoke melted her. It took every bit of focus just to nod. His lips trailed soft kisses down her jaw, neck, shoulders, until he reached her breasts.
He grunted his approval as he took both of her breasts in his hands, fondling them. Skimming over her nipples until they were taut and aching. “So beautiful.” His breathing picked up speed, matching her own. He leaned down further, flicking the edge of his tongue over the tip of her nipple. She barely managed to keep the squeal of delight from escaping her lips. Tingles began to run rampant through her body as he continued to lick and nibble her sensitive peak, moving from one to the other until she finally did let out a moan of pleasure.
“Sit on the couch for me, but keep your hands where they are.” He held onto her arms, helping her onto the soft leather couch. “Open your legs, beautiful.” Warm hands parted her legs, wide, exposing everything to his eyes. She knew she should be embarrassed, but the desire to have his hands on her outweighed any proprietary society may have engrained in her. “Do you want me to touch you?”
His gaze felt hot on her. “Yes. Please, Blake.” She didn’t care if she sounded like she was begging. The truth was she’d not had a man’s hands on her in too long, and she needed to crumble, she needed to free fall, and she knew Blake would catch her. “Please touch me.” She continued when he made no move to touch, but seemed to be drinking her up with his stare.
“Like this?” His hands settled on her knees, and slowly, inch by inch moved up her thighs until he reached her aching sex.
“Yes. Please.” She scooted down toward him, trying to push against his hand.
He knelt down on his knees in front of her, sliding his hands under her ass and pulling her hard toward him while he draped her legs over his shoulders. “I can smell how turned on you are. Your pussy is so wet, you are making a mess on your couch.” Before she could give a rebuttal or have a moment to find her shame he leaned forward and his tongue lashed against her clit.
“I need to touch you.” Aubree didn’t mean to sound so demanding, but the urgency inside of her ruled her.
“You will.” Another soft lick up her folds and a flick of her clit. “When I allow you. And not a minute before.” He grinned against her pussy, and she could feel his lips as they turned upward. His fingers gently pulled open her lips, giving him full view and access to her clit and her opening. One finger glided into her, and she gasped. More. She needed more. “Do you want to come, Aubree? Do you want to come all over my fingers?”
His words drove her closer to an edge she wanted to jump over, dive over, do whatever she needed to get over it. “Yes, Blake. Yes.” He circled her clit gently with his tongue while plunging another finger inside of her. She was going to shatter.
“Not yet, I think.” And with that, his fingers and tongue were gone. She whimpered softly, watching him bring his fingers to her mouth. “Clean me.” His eyes were fierce, it wasn’t a request. Her lips parted, and he slid his fingers into her mouth. With a hard gaze, he watched her with his fingers stuffed into her mouth. “That’s a good girl.” He leaned over and kissed her lips as he pulled his fingers free. “I can taste you.” He gave her a grin.
“Why can’t I touch you?” She asked, starting to pull her hands from behind her back. He caught her and pushed them back into place, giving her a stern look.
“Because I said.” A simple answer that stroked her like his fingers were doing only a moment before. “Now, don’t distract me.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a long wooden spoon. Her wooden spoon. From her kitchen. “I want to spank your tits and your thighs. When I’m done, if you’ve been a good girl for me, you can touch me. You can touch me everywhere, right before I fuck you.”
“There’s that dirty mouth of yours.” She teased.
A sharp slap to her right breast with the spoon jolted her forward. “I’m not sure now’s the time for back talk.” He smiled, a casual grin that would normally relax her. Now, seeing the boy with his toy, she worried if she’d bitten off more than she would be able to chew.
The first strike to her breast caught her off guard, but the pain wasn’t as sharp as his warning. He played her like a set of drums, taking to a rhythm and moving from one breast to the other. Picking up in tempo and force as he went along. She would be lying if she said she was in pain. The swats hurt, they weren’t gentle after the first dozen, but they seeped into her body creating a warm sensation. Keeping her hands behind her became more difficult when he increased the intensity of the strikes, but she managed because his gaze was on her again. He watched her flinch and wince as they spoon continued to dance over her chest. A fire-brewed, not only on her spanked flesh but between her legs.
As though he knew she neared the point of tolerance, he moved to her thighs. The sting was more pronounced on her untouched skin, and she did jump a time or two. The warmth that had spread throughout her breasts was recreated in her thighs, making her cunt hungrier for him than before. She needed him. Now.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you did so good.” He laid the spoon next to her on the couch and bent over, taking a tender nipple into his mouth and suckling gently. She gasped loudly at the alternative sensation, the wet heat of his tongue soothed away the sting of the spoon. “Your tits look so hot like this. Red and marked.” He growled against her skin as he moved to the next breast, this time biting down on her nipple.
“Blake, can I touch you now?”
He looked up at her from her breast. The sparkle in his eyes made her smile in return. She’d never felt so safe, so wonderfully at peace in her own body, as she did in that moment. He shifted away from her, leaning back on his heels. “Yes, sweetheart. Come here and touch me.” He made quick work of removing his t-shirt and stood in front of her.
Leaning forward she ran her hands over his stomach. His ripped stomach. She remembered telling him that he was made of stone, the statement still held true. Her hands ran up to his chest, where she found, even more, muscle and down his arms. “Is there any part of you that isn’t rock hard?” She grinned up at him.
“Not at the moment.” He laughed. Pulling his thick leather belt back to unclasp it, she found herself licking her lips. She unzipped his pants for him and pulled them down, dragging his boxers down with them in her haste. His cock bobbed in front of her, and she wrapped her hand around the thick shaft.
“You were right.” She whispered as she placed her mouth at the tip of his head, and slowly, just as slowly as he went with her, took him into her mouth. His hands dove into her hair and she moved further down his shaft, taking him as deep as could.
“Sweetheart, relax your throat.” He ordered and held her head in place while he pushed further in. She swallowed, taking him further, and ignoring the tears burning her eyes. “I’m not going to be gentle.” He warned her and began to slide in and out of her mouth. She didn’t want gentle, she wanted exactly what he was giving her. Hard, unrelenting thrusts. She conceded all control of the moment over to him.
He groaned when the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged, pushed her hands against his thighs, but he didn’t budge. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and he finally pulled back. She gulped in air, turning her gaze up to him.
There it was. The little bit of darkness he couldn’t hide at the moment. She wiped the back of her hand across her lips, but let the tears remain on her cheeks. Opening her mouth wide she stuck out her tongue, asking for more. Needing it from him.
“Such a good girl.” He thrust right back into her mouth, fisting her hair on either side of her head and continued to fuck her mouth at a fevered pace. She coughed when he went too deep, and he retreated enough for her catch her breath but didn’t give her any time to recover fully. The harder he went, the wetter she became, and by the time he growled and pulled all the way out of her throat she was a sweaty, panting mess.
“I need to be inside of you. Lay on the floor, open your legs for me. Hands over your head.” She moved to the floor and positioned herself just as he instructed.
“I want to touch you,” she said again as he knelt between her thighs.
He shook his head. “Not this time, sweetheart. This time, I’m claiming what’s mine.” Her clit reacted to his words, tightening and yearning for him. Dropping her knees to the sides, she welcomed him. He slid a condom over his cock and positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the bulbous head up and down her folds, gathering her wetness. “You’re mine, Aubree. Make no mistake about that, sweetheart.” And with that declaration, he thrust into her.
He could die right then and be the happiest man on earth. She felt perfect around his cock. Her pussy tightened around him as he sat himself to the hilt, inside of her, filling her. She sighed and turned her head away, and that’s when he saw it. A lone tear slid down her cheek. Different than the one’s spilling while he face-fucked her. He stops all movement.
“Aubree?” he leaned over and kissed away the tear. “Give it a second. Don’t move, sweetheart.” He knew the problem. She was tight, really tight, steal grip tight, and if she moved even a little bit he wouldn’t be able to control himself from heaving over her like the animal he was.
She turned back to him, a soft smile on her lips. “I need to move, Blake. Please. Move.” She kept her hands over her head, but she bucked up at him. It was all the permission he needed. He drove into her.
Her hands fisted but she made no complaint as he drove into her again and again. Aubree’s breathing picked up the pace, just as his thrusts did. Their hips met as they synced their movements. “Blake! Fuck!” Her eyes were tightly shut, and her mouth open, gasping for air, her body tight.
He teetered at the edge, right with her. “Do you want to come, Aubree?” She nodded and he grabbed her wrists, pulling his body directly over hers. “Answer me, Aubree. Tell me what you want.” He would give her the release she was chasing, but only after she asked. Begged him for it.
“I want to come!” She yelled at him, and he couldn’t help but chuckle over her urgency. “Please!” A softer plea.
“Now. Come now, Aubree.” He captured her mouth just as she began to scream out her release with his. Her body shook beneath him, her pussy clenching and pulling his own orgasm from him. He released her lips as his orgasm split him in two.
He dropped his forehead until it rested against hers. Their breath ragged, strangled. There were no more tears on her face, only the tranquil soft afterglow. He framed her face with his hands and dropped a soft kiss onto her lips. Her tongue slid out, and she deepened the kiss, her hands still above her head, but her need dragged him deeper into the kiss. When he finally broke the spell she wove, he placed a chaste kiss to her chin and left her.
He didn’t go far, just to the bathroom he noticed earlier down the hall, to remove the condom and grab a towel for her. He had planned to go slow, to ease into her, both her mouth and her pussy, but once he touched her the animal inside took over. Losing control wasn’t his thing, and he would have stopped if he needed to, if she needed him to. But she’d taken him, every inch, every stroke, she’d taken it and seemed as hungry for the force as him.
When he returned to the living room she still laid in position, and he smiled. “You can put your arms down, sweetheart.” He knelt between her thighs and gently cleaned her and helped her to sit up. Leaning against the couch, he pulled her into his lap. As though it were the most natural thing to her, she snuggled under his chin and let out a long sigh.
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