Page 69 of Catch Him
Chapter 17
“Oh that’s it,” Dec said as she sank down on his erection. Her tight hot body squeezing him just the way he liked. He reached for her breasts and twisted her nipples, and the harder he was on them the harder she slammed down on his cock.
“More,” she whimpered.
“Yes, love. I know how much you like that. That little edge of pain. Don’t you?” he asked. Wanting to hear her say it. Wanting her to acknowledge that she had a little dark in her too. A taste for taking things to the edge.
“Yes.”
He thrust up hard into her as a reward. Then suddenly it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to watch her ride him, it wasn’t enough to tease her and enjoy the sounds of her pleasure. Feeling that dark inside him emerge, he knew he needed to possess her. To claim her. To take her in a way that she would forever understand she was his. Not as his property. As his partner.
“Off,” he barked.
But she shook her head and rolled her hips against him.
He reached around and slapped her ass hard. “Off.”
Dec had her attention now. She let him slide out of her body and then she was moving off him. “What’s wrong?”
“Say my name,” he said as he got up on his knees. Then he was moving her in front of him. Pushing her down on to her elbows. Keeping her ass high. He pressed himself between her knees.
“Dec?”
He slapped her ass again. “No. Say my name.”
Her head dipped and then came up. “Declan.”
“That’s right.” He thrust into her from behind and listened as she gasped. Then he held himself still inside her. Just pushing against her so that he was as deep as he could be. So that they were as connected as any two bodies could be connected.
“Please,” she said, pushing back against him. Needing him to move for her to get to that place. Except that would be his decision, not hers. He wrapped his hands around her hips and held her still.
“No, my lovely. I’ll let you know when it’s time for you to come. For now you’re going to say what I want to hear.”
“Declan,” she said. Except it was almost an angry tone. As if she was willing to give him what he wanted but resented him for it.
He pulled out and thrust again and she cried out. Then his fingers moved from her hip to her soft wet pussy, lightly stroking her, feeling her arousal against his fingers.
“Yes, that’s very good,” he said, pumping into her with shallow thrusts. Giving her something but not everything. In many ways just like she’d done with him. “Now you’re going to give me the other words I want to hear.”
She pushed back against him, and for a moment he allowed that. Staying still, he just watched as she fucked herself against him. Then he pulled out and she screamed. Actually screamed her frustration.
“You fucking dickhead,” she cried out, pressing her face into the covers of the bed.
He smoothed his hand over her beautiful ass, while he let his fingers play with her pussy. Teasing, but offering no satisfaction. Not until he had what he wanted. Which was total capitulation.
“You’re right. I am. Except you love me and I want to hear you say it.”
“Ugh! Fine. I love you, you fucking dickhead. Now fuck me and make me come.”
Declan smiled in the darkened bedroom. Satisfaction filling his whole body, making his cock swell even more. “My lovely, you know what I’ve come to realize? You’ve got quite the potty mouth.”
That said he thrust into her again, this time with purpose. This time ready to take her where she needed to go. Where he needed to go. He held back nothing, thrusting into her hard, snapping his hips against her even as he reached for her hair, pulling it just enough that she had to lift her head, so he could hear her panting.
Her body shook under his, her tits jiggled and he took glee in knowing she was his. That she’d come for him. Claimed him in a way he’d never thought was possible.
“Ahhhh,” she cried and he could feel her body closing around him. Milking him for everything that he was. He came in a rush, thrusting into her as if he could impregnate her despite the condom she made him wear.
When it was over she collapsed underneath him and he came down on top of her. Holding his weight off her back, but maintaining their connection because he didn’t want to lose it.
