Page 69 of Dragonfly

“Silenzio,” he whispers huskily. He does it again, and there go my panties. I’m completely naked from the waist down now. “Ah. Much better.”

TWENTY-THREE

TOO MUCH

SAVANNAH

That’s what he thinks. Me? I might not have my hands on that knife, and he vanishes it as quickly as he used it to get rid of my clothes, but I don’t need to destroy his basketball shorts to move my weight so that I can dip my hand past the waistband and release his cock.

The last time we fucked, Damien was in complete control. I was with him all the way, but there’s no denying that I just went along for the ride. Right now? My chest is heaving, my pussy is soaked, his dick is in my hand, and there’s a dare mingled with anticipation written all over his face.

He wants me to take the lead. One of the most powerful men in all of Springfield, and I have him at my mercy. He’s dying for me to fuck him, but he’s leaving this one up to me.

As if I can resist.

I’m so wet, it takes a little concentration to line his cock up with the entrance to my pussy. He slid the first time, bumping into the top of my mound, hitting my clit. Probably because he’s not even trying to help me, either.

It as though he’s decided that, if I want to fuck him, this time he’s going to make me do the fucking.

No doubt I’ll regret this later. But in the moment, I finally lodge the head of his cock inside of me. Rising up on my knees, I adjust my angle, then sink down until I’ve taken all of him inside next.

I had no choice. Gravity helped me out on that one, but the fact that I’m so damn hot for this man… with the amount of juices I created in preparation of fucking this man, there’s no resistance once I have him right where I want him. I sink down, my groin touching his now with nothing between us, and I dig my fingers into the material of his tank as I hold myself in place on top of him.

“Dio mio,” breathes out Damien as I squeeze him. “I didn’t think anything could be as good as it was when I took you at the dinner, but I was wrong.”

I stick the tip of my tongue out between my teeth. “I gotta make note of the date. Damien Libellula admitting he was wrong… that must be a first.”

“No,” he says, jerking his hips so that he can thrust a little. “I know when I’m wrong. An honest man will admit his faults. But if you want to see a first… it’s a desperate man begging his wife to move.”

“You want me to climb off of you? I mean, if that’s what you want…”

His hands have been on my waist, holding me in position while I worked on getting his cock inside my pussy. He kept them there after I swallowed him whole, but while he keeps the left one in place, the right one moves.

Thwack.

I jump, and the result is that I squeeze his dick again, leaving him to moan under his breath.

That’s not all. He slapped my ass, I did move, and because I moved forward, that plus the pressure of his cock pushing against my inner walls sent a massive jolt of pleasure toward my clit.

Holy fucking shit, that was amazing. So amazing that, chasing the high of that sensation, I start to ride Damien’s cock.

“Look at you. I wanted you to move, ragna mia, and you thought you were being smart. But a nice spank was enough to make you do just what your husband wanted you to. Such a good girl. You deserve another one. Yes?”

I swallow roughly. “Yes.”

Thwack.

“Damien—”

“Husband. Savannah, I am your husband. When I’m inside you, call me that or else?—”

I raise my eyebrows as I lean forward, changing the angle of his penetration as I continue to fuck him. “What, Damien? You’ll spank me again?”

Lifting up, meeting my thrusts so that it’s more like I’m bouncing on top of him than moving at a slow, leisurely pace, he slides his hand down the curve of my stinging ass. “No. If you don’t call me your husband, I won’t spank you at all.”

That’s fucking low. Now that I know how amazing that feels?

“Fine. Husband.”

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