Page 74 of The Refiner

“You forgot something.”

I pop my bra strap, and a devilish smirk pulls onto his face. “I didn’t forget it. You’re going to take it off for me while you ride my face.”

My mouth drops open. “Did you say—”

Astor climbs onto the bed, his glorious body toned from all the hours I’ve yet to see him spend in the gym, and lies down. “You like to take charge, don’t you, Ms. McKellan?” He places his hands behind his head. “Especially with powerful men. Does this suit you—me being beneath you?”

Oh, hell. Oh, sweet holy hell. This man wants me to orgasm just from his words.

“I don’t mind a man in charge, Dr. Potter, as long as he’s a good man.”

Astor’s cocks a brow, his face alight with eager anticipation. “And if he’s a good man who wants to do bad things to you?”

I’m liking where this game is going. “As long as he can back up all this shit-talking, I think I could be game.” I crawl over Astor’s hips, straddling his narrow waist with the heat of my bare pussy coming in contact with the heat of his skin.

We both groan at the contact.

“I want you to pleasure yourself on top of me—show me what that vibrator does that I can never live up to.”

I vaguely recall telling him something similar in the hospital. At the time, I wasn’t wrong. The vibrator was amazing, but not as amazing as Dr. Potter and his magnificent penis have been. “I might have been wrong with that statement,” I admit.

He moves his hips up, grinding his hard cock into my sensitive clit. “Bare yourself to me, Keagan.”

It wasn’t a request.

He’s not giving me control—not fully anyway.

And I think I’m quite okay with that.

Astor has never been an entitled man like Ass Face and Archer, and because of that, I want to please him. I want him to take control of my body.

Reaching behind my back, I unlatch my bra, letting the material slide down my arms, baring my breasts to him. This moment feels like more than just sex. It’s trust built between two people—submission—as I let him know that I’m opening myself up to more than I ever have before.

“That’s my girl.” His arms twitch, but he keeps them tucked behind his head. “Tell me what you need.”

I need him, but I don’t say that. Instead, I pull my arms out of the bra strap and toss it to the floor. “I want your mouth,” I tell him, feeling powerful when his cock jerks against my ass.

“Where?”

I drag my finger down my chest and circle my nipple. “Here. I want your mouth here.”

His tongue snakes out, wetting his lips. “Put it in my mouth.”

Chills break out along my skin as I follow his directions, placing my hands by his head and lowering my chest to his mouth. The sensation of heat, followed by the pressure of his mouth, bucks me forward as he nips and sucks my breast.

“You follow directions well, Dr. Potter.”

My head drops to my chest. I’m struggling to keep from collapsing onto his face, but the view of this powerful man setting my body on fire with just his mouth is tantalizing torture, especially when I crave more.

“I want…” Sweat dots my forehead as I pant out breaths, trying to remember what I need to say.

“What do you need, Keagan?” Astor licks my nipple, moving his head to the space between my breasts and inhaling. “Tell me.”

I almost admit that I’d rather he flip me over and pound me into oblivion, but then there’s this other part of me that wants to play this naughty little game with him. “I want you to lick me… lower.”

Astor leans back slowly, a stupid-sexy smirk on his face as he drops his head back to the mattress. “You know what to do.”

Put my pussy on his mouth.

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