Page 58 of His Haunted Desire
He’s right. When I call him sir, he turns savage, and I love it.
CHAPTER 22
RAIDEN
She makes the sexiest noises when I spank her a third time. My dick feels like it could explode just from the sheer contact of us rubbing our bodies together. She turns me into a damn teenager with her curvaceousness.
“You’re not wet for me?” I croon, loving the way her eyes grow wide, like she’s high on me, high on us, loving the way she rubs her body up and down mine as if on instinct.
“That’s none of your business, sir.”
Every time she calls mesir, the tip of my dick aches. Precome leaks hotly out of me. My muscles are firm, tight with lust, with tension.
When I grab her hips and lift her up, she wraps her arms and legs around me, like she wants no space between us at all. I carry her to the bed and lay her down, then press my body against hers.
I drive between her legs, letting her feel me, how hard I am, my manhood grinding through my pants against her. She whimpers as I fall into a rhythm.
“Admit you want this,” I growl, kissing her neck. “Then I’ll touch you for real.”
“Do what you want, sir. I don’t care.”
“You’re making me so hard.”
Another pleasure filled moan. “I can feel that… sir.”
I lean to the side slightly to make room for my hand. “I want to feast on you. I want to lick your perfect lips and your soaking wet hole. But you need to beg me, Aurora. You need to fucking plead for it.”
She shifts her hips with my hand as I grind up and down outside her pants.
“Who… said… I… want… that…suh-sir?”
Her lust is a song. Nothing else matters; nothing else exists.
She’s turning me savage, and I don’t want to be civilized.
She smooths her hand down my body and presses her hand against the front of my pants. I let out a shuddering groan as she strokes up and down my trapped steel.
“You don’t need me to beg.” She gasps. “You can’t control yourself, sir.”
Eachsircauses a flow of release from my aching shaft.
“I need to taste your perfect pussy,” I snarl.
She moans and rubs the front of my pants even faster, with more determination. If she keeps going like this, I might just explode. Come in my pants because she’s so hot.
It’s not just her body, her gorgeous face, or her sweet moans. It’s the way she’s letting herself go, melting before my eyes, succumbing to her lust, to us.
I slip my hand down her pants and into her underwear, moving down to her clit.
“Don’t make too much noise,” I command. “Your lust is just for me. No one else. Understand?”
“Yuh-yes,” she moans.
“Good,” I growl. “Now, beg for my mouth on your pussy.”
“Uh-uh, sir,” she says, shaking her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“We’ll see how strong you are.”
