Page 101 of Under Fire

“Warren,” she cried out, savoring his length inside. “Fuck, Warren.”

Between thrusts, he grabbed her hair, tilting her head back to him.

“You will call me ‘Sir’.”

“Sir.” She gasped, a deeply electrifying wave of sensation flowing through her. If that were an orgasm, she had never felt anything like it before.

Before she could catch her breath, he took either ass cheek and opened them. Removing his cock from her pussy, he teased her with his pulsing head.

“Tell me how much you want this cock,” he demanded.

He apparently wanted to hear her say she wanted him.

And she fucking did.

“For you?—?I want whatever you want,” she said in her most submissive tone.

“Play with yourself,” he ordered.

“Yes, Sir.”

That seemed to hit him hard because not only did he groan in response, but he slid the head of his throbbing cock back into her pussy, gliding his length up. She found her clit with her fingers, off the edge of the table, and found a motion that worked with his pumping. He was right?. He was rough.

In that moment, she knew she had to fully submit to him, to trust him. So that’s what she did. She let her whole body relax as the length of his cock stretched her all the way to the end, filling her in ways she’d never been filled by any other man. What amazed her was how quickly he’d broken her again, making her whimper in pleasure. Her body soft and supple, she enjoyed the sensation of getting thoroughly fucked by him. Relaxing around his cock, she felt him climaxing. It was clear that not only was he her sexual kryptonite, but she was his.

“Fuck.” He groaned as he came hard, clutching her hips and rib cage for balance.

Grinning in delight, she realized that she wasn’t the only one having a mind-blowing orgasm. Like a good sub, she got off knowing just how pleased he was.

She turned around slowly in his grasp, panting. Lying back on the table in front of him, his body crippled over as he collected himself, regaining lucidity. She enjoyed the wild yet dreamy look in his eyes as he brushed hair from her face. He grasped his satisfied cock in one hand as he then looked her up and down, shaking his head.

“Now I know we have a problem,” he said.

“What?” She propped up on her elbows.

“I might get addicted to you.”

He let out a full smile, happier and rawer than she’d ever seen him.

As her mouth dropped, hearing his confession, he dropped his head between her legs and licked her clit, savoring the taste of their delicious sex. He fingered her sore pussy gently, using that come-hither motion that she loved. Every motion sent shivers up her spine. That grin never left his lips as he sent further shocks of pleasure through her body.

She had never had a man like him—and she never would.

“I think it’s time I take you out for dinner,” he concluded.

She bit her swollen mouth as she watched his sexy auburn head move to her breasts and nipples, tasting, sucking, teasing—then to her mouth, pausing. He hovered, watching.

“So, you’ll stay?” he asked.

“Why should I?”

“Because…” he started, licking his lip.

She waited.

Finally, he said, “Because I’m in love with you.”

The words cascading over her, she felt like she was falling off the table. Reflexively, she threw her arms around him like he was her last lifeline. She was unwilling to ever let go.

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