Page 17 of Love Her

I growled at him, a silly sound I knew, but I meant it from my heart. “I want more.”

“Yeah?” he taunted—and then grabbed me, lifting me up several inches before dropping me.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck!” I shouted, as his eyes gleamed.

“How much more?” he asked, one eyebrow arched—and I lunged for him, my teeth snapping at his neck. One of his hands flew into my hair and held me back, so that all I could do was kiss him.

“You know me,” I said, when I rose back up. I was used enough to being full of him now, so I ground down into him and heard him grunt. “I want everything.”

I watched him breathe three times, his eyes earnest in their danger, then it was his turn to whisper, “Fuck, and when he moved to stand, carrying me with him, I squeaked.

“Shush,” he reprimanded. “You know I’d never do anything to hurt you. Much,” he said, as he walked back across his apartment’s open floor plan with my legs scissored behind him. I’d assumed we’d be going to his bedroom, but was surprised when we instead landed on his wide couch. My knees caught on the cushions on either side of his thighs, and he rocked back and gave me a command. “Ride.”

I blinked at him, then rested my hands on his shoulders.

“You heard me,” he said, spanking my ass sharply with one hand.

I swallowed—and then started to do as I’d been told. Rising slowly up and then sinking, while he made a pleased sound beneath me.

“Take it,” he purred, as our hips met. “You’re good at taking it, aren’t you, Lia. Taking it for Daddy.”

My hands clenched into fists and I gasped, realizing the actual reason he’d brought me over to the couch.

So that when he said filthy things like that—like I wanted him to, like I needed him to, things that for some obscene reason myears—my very soul needed to hear—I could be riding on top, in control of the situation.

Not him.

“You’re so good for me, little girl,” he breathed, his gaze traveling over my body, the same as his hands, making me feel wanted, yearned for, and more importantly than anything else, protected.

Safe.

I felt special, not in a horrible way that made being me different or sad, with words I had to swallow down to survive—but as if for the first time I was earnestly cherished in a way that I had been longing for my whole life.

“I am,” I whispered, nodding quickly.

“Watching you tonight,” he went on, cupping one of my breasts to rub its nipple with his thumb, while the other ran up my cheek. “Before things got shitty—I was so fucking proud of you. Watching you work the room, knowing you were saying all the right things, just like I taught you—made me so fucking hard.”

I nodded again and leaned forward, rocking against him, my jaw dropping as I took him in and out.

“Fucking beautiful—fucking smart,” he growled, and I could both feel and see the restrained intensity of him, in his voice, that was half-a-snarl, in the way he breathed, and in the way he thrust himself up between my legs. “Take it, Lia—fucking ride me.”

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Lia made my belt buckle start jingling right after that, and I groaned. She placed a hand on my heart, and took me at my word, pulling herself up before falling back down, again and again.

“Good girl,” I said, drawing out the words, knowing precisely the effect saying them would have on her. “Go harder, Lia. Daddy knows what’s best.”

I watched her eyes just about roll back in her head as she did as she was told, her small breasts bouncing, her hair breaking free from everything she’d pinned or sprayed it with tonight. The sounds between us were so wet they were juicy and I didn’t think my dick had ever been in such a tight, accommodating home. I had to grit my teeth and growl to keep myself from touching her much, because me coming wasn’t the point of this—I wanted us fucking to drive her insane.

So insane that she would never leave me.

So insane that she would remember this moment for the rest of her life.

She started a high pitched whine, and then leaned forward, her torso stilling as her hips beat against mine, chasing herorgasm down. She looked back at herself, at her bobbing ass—an ass I wanted to mark with all my soul—and then back at me, her eyes wide, like she couldn’t believe what was happening.

Like a cat pet too much, I couldn’t take it anymore—I reached back and slapped it, leaving a bright red handprint behind.

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