Page 28 of Under Pressure

She lurched, trying to wrestle out of her wrist binds, knowing the effort was futile. A Navy SEAL didn’t fail at knots.

“I think you will,” he said, his amusement persisting as he toyed with her fly. “Let’s see.”

“You’re wrong,” she shot back, rocking her head from left to right.

He let out another laugh and ripped open the fly to her jeans. They’d been here before and he’d done exactly that. Through her cries, her hips stayed firmly square, even lifting to him—clearly out of sync with her words. Betrayed by her reactions, the truth she didn’t want to admit was—hell yeah, she wanted him. She wanted every inch of him.

And he fucking knew that.

“What am I going to feel?” he demanded, toying with her white, lacy panties.

She clamped her knees together, half-heartedly fighting him off.

He tore the loose-fitting jeans down her hips, uncaring, throwing them across the room. A ruthless sound emerged from his throat as he took in the sight of her naked thighs as he trailed his hands down her hips.

“Let’s play a game. You know I love games.” He slammed his hand down on the side of the bed, trapping her underneath him once again. That memorable wily smile lingered on his lips.

He dropped his head to her core, teasing and kissing her as he moved down her body, inch by inch under his wet tongue and with hot breath unrelenting against her skin. She tilted her head back, spinning. He was going to take whatever he wanted, get whatever he wanted—and that was her. That he wouldn’t take no for an answer made her ache for him like never before.

Hovering over the edge of her panties, he gazed back up to her, plotting. He slid his fingers up, tracing the exterior of her undergarments, making her so needy.

“If you don’t want me, I’ll leave you alone…forever.”

She moaned as his mouth got closer to her pussy and ground her hips up to him. He seemed to enjoy teasing her and watching her get hotter and hotter. God, he knew how to get a reaction. Her body was more than willing to reveal what she couldn’t.

“Now, if I feel what I think I’m going to feel”—he slid his finger underneath the edge of the delicate white lace—“then you’re fucking mine.”

She bit her lip, spinning between the desire to protect her heart and the need to feel his touch.

“Tell me… Do you want me?” he growled, running his finger just an inch underneath the lace, provoking her.

While her hips bucked at his touch, so close but not quite where she needed, he expertly paused, waiting for her reply. She said nothing, exhaling deeply to keep her cool.

He pulled back suddenly, making her feel an emptiness she couldn’t describe. Staring her down, he asked for the last time.

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

He lunged forward, ripping off the white lace and running his hand down her wet clit. She moaned as he felt the sopping wet mess of arousal at the opening of her pussy. There was no mistaking what was happening.

“Fucking right,” he groaned.

He leaned back, whipping off his black hoodie, leaving him in his dark T-shirt and jeans. She bit her tongue, wanting him to take it all off, wanting to see him without anything on once more. She knew just what sort of masculinity was under those threads. His shredded abs and rippling muscle… It was enough to make her mouth water. But he kept it all on, turning his attention back to her.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he grunted, pressing her thighs down to better expose her pussy to him.

Right then, under him, was the first time in a long time that vulnerability had felt good. Her body throbbed, pleading with him to make her feel something. Without hesitation, he drew his tongue up her thigh, heading for the main event. Vibrating with arousal, she couldn’t control her moans, giving him the feedback he obviously loved. He ran his hands up the inside of her thigh toward her wet pussy and locked his eyes with hers.

“Don’t you ever fucking disobey me again—or you’ll be choking on my cock in apology.”

The memory of his rock-hard manhood sliding down her throat made her raise her hips to him, and she found herself praying for him to give it to her. Obliging, he pushed his thick fingers to the opening of her pussy, sliding easily inside her. He made short work of pleasing her aching core, dropping to taste her clit, circling and swirling it in his mouth. Her rocking hips only screamed how bad she needed an orgasm and how much she needed him to be drawing it out.

Gasping for breath as she neared the edge, she cried out his name, the ties cutting into her wrists as she writhed.

“Delta, please just fuck me.”

“You haven’t learned your lesson yet,” came his dark reply.

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