Page 104 of Pride and Protest
“More beautiful than... Ms. Venezuela?” She took another step toward him.
“This”—he looked down at his cock—“has been yours since I made that stupid comment.”
“That’s a long time to be hard.” She was just in his reach now.
“Oh, you are about to find out how long I can be hard. Clear your schedule.”
“My carriage won’t turn into a pumpkin this time, Datu.” She used his given last name just to see what it would do. His dark eyes softened, and he pulled her into him for another kiss. His hands moved over her, kneading her ass and thighs, then roaming up toher breasts, trailing fire wherever they touched. He yanked at the shoulder of her dress but stopped when he heard a ripping sound.
“Take off your clothes now before I rip everything off.” Dorsey’s voice was hoarse and low.
Liza took that as her opportunity to take off her clothing as slowly as possible. Watching him squirm and his cock jump could become her new favorite pastime. She threw her bra out toward him and slipped her panties off. She stood naked save for her twinkling, five-inch heels.
His bedroom was a vast stage for his four-poster California king-size bed. It stood on a raised dais and dominated the relatively compact space. When Dorsey moved toward her, she stopped him. She needed to get to that bed. To have his dark eyes eat her up.
“Stay right there,” Liza demanded, climbing into his huge bed.
Her naked skin was so silky on his soft duvet. She lay on her belly, then placed her head on his cool pillow and pushed her ass in the air. She slipped her finger between her slick folds. “The night after the nap pods, I would touch myself and call your name, Dorsey.”
“I wanted to fuck you over my desk in that snowstorm,” he said, stroking himself.
Liza turned over and lay on her back with her legs high. Her glittery heels twinkled in the moonlight.
God, she loved the way he watched her. The moonlight illuminated his skin, and he looked glorious.
Her slim legs made an elegant upright V in his king-size bed, and his eyes rested on her glistening center. Dorsey raced toward her with fierce urgency, but her high-heeled foot on his shoulder stopped him.
“Funny way of showing it.” Liza’s eyes never left his. “I think I might have let you.”
“Funny way of showing it,” he said. Their mutual desire was a living, breathing thing that stalked around the room.
He kissed her ankles and moved them aside and settled between her thighs. Liza sighed as he covered her with his body. He was so hard everywhere, and Liza loved the feel of the weight of him on top of her.
She didn’t want to rush this. Who knew if they would have another moment like this? But she wanted him inside her now. His mouth covered her nipple, and she arched her back. She was done thinking. He sucked greedily at her breasts while his deft fingers slipped inside her swollen, aching cleft.
The feel of his rough tongue against her slippery nipples combined with his fingers drumming rhythmically on her slick clit was too much, and Liza bucked and purred. Now it was her turn to beg. “Please, Dorsey.”
“Please what?”
“Fill me up.”
“You want me to fill you up, Liza?” He taunted her, while he fitted a condom.
“Do it.” Liza moaned.
And he did. Thick and throbbing, he slid partway into her, and her body clenched around him. It had been too long.
“Am I hurting you?” His muscles locked with restraint. She didn’t want his restraint; she wanted him thundering inside her.
“No.”
He sank into her with a throaty groan.
“Take it all then,” he demanded. He pulled out and Liza reflexively wrapped her legs around him.
“Take it.” He pushed deeper until he was seated to the hilt. “All.”
“Fu...” a dizzying burst of white-hot pleasure shot through her.
