Page 46 of Prince of Control
I’m being too rough. “Sorry, malyshka.” I stop moving to give her a moment to get used to my size.
She pants beneath me. Her gaze slides off to the side.
I catch her jaw and turn her face to mine. “Are you okay?”
I see a trickle of relief in her expression at the connection. At the fact that I stopped playing my dominance games and met her where she was. She nods.
I ease back an inch and push in slowly, watching her expression for signs of pain. I see none. “Ready for more?”
She nods again.
I lower my head to flick my tongue over her nipple then take it fully into my mouth and suck, hard.
She squeezes around my dick, and I nearly lose control.
I rest my weight on one hand propped beside her head and fuck her slowly, watching her face the entire time.
When she closes her eyes, I say, “Eyes on me, princess. I need to see what you’re feeling.”
Lara
“I’m okay.” I lift my hips to take Baron deeper. My voice sounds breathless. I force myself to meet his gaze even though it does crazy things to my chest. To my heart. “It’s good.”
It’s insane that I’m reassuring him after he just rolled me over and spanked me for cheating on him, but he’s paying close attention to me.
He saw me wince when he first thrust in and apologized. So I know that as much as he’s acting the role of punisher right now, he’s not going to really hurt me.
That’s when I decide I want it. Whatever he has to give me tonight–I want it all.
I was on board before, but part of me was holding back. I was scared and defensive and still mad at him over whatever he did to Denis.
But I feel safe now, as crazy as that seems.
Maybe it was hearing Phoenix’s trust in him. Maybe it was his apology. All I know is that my body is in receiving mode, and I want everything he has to give.
“Please.”
Triumph curves Baron’s lips. He likes me begging.
Of course, he does.
“You want more, malyshka?”
“Yes. Give me more.”
He pumps faster, his muscles flexing in a glorious display of manhood, like a beautiful stallion running. “I should fuck your ass tonight, after what you did. But you’re not ready for that, are you?”
I shake my head, but I can feel an orgasm starting, triggered by his threat. My inner thighs tremble, the coil of need winds tighter.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, though.” To prove it, he picks up his pace even more. The stallion galloping.
It feels perfect–his rhythm matching my need, the slide of his cock hitting every nerve ending inside my channel and out.
“My balls were blue all day remembering how fucking gorgeous you looked last night in the shower.”
My moan takes on a higher pitch. I feel beautiful. Desirable. Worshipped, even.
His attention intoxicates me. His cock is wrecking me. I feel him so deeply, I swear he will split me in two.
