as she slowly moved closer to his dick. “Stop thinking about it and just put your fucking mouth on my cock.” He slid his hand along her cheek and lifted her face so she was forced to look at him.
“You’re such a demanding asshole,” she said and tightened her hold on the sheets.
“I am, because I get what I want.”
“That’s your problem.” She kept eye contact with him. “You’re spoiled because everyone is afraid to say no to you.”
He smiled evilly. “And you’re proof of that, aren’t you?” He started breathing a little harder, but he was still very much in charge.
“Because I signed a contract, not because you put on the charm and I couldn’t resist.”
He bared his teeth at her in a purely alpha, brutal way. “Regardless, you couldn’t say no to me. Now, open your fucking mouth and do your job, Sorcha.”
God, she loathed him, but she was still so hot.
“I want those pretty red lips of yours wrapped tightly around my dick.” He slid his hand in her hair, wound the strands in his fist, and yanked her forward until the tip of his penis brushed her mouth. Gaze still locked with his, she parted her lips, and took the crown of him into her mouth. Instantly his flavor exploded on her palate, all salty from his pre-cum, but the texture smooth and masculine. It was what she had always envisioned, and this soft sound escaped her.
“That’s it, baby,” he said roughly, and she loved and hated the endearment he had just used. Even if it was said in the moment of passion, Sorcha felt this surge of power move through her.
The longer she had his cock in her mouth, and the flavor of everything that was Rian filling her, the more she wanted to have him touching her. She wanted his fingers stroking her body and his cock deep inside of her. He certainly had this magnetism that came from him on its own, like some kind of survival instinct that ensured he was never denied. Sorcha had managed to steer clear of his bastardly charms for six months, but as soon as she let him touch her in that office, and signed that contract, she had surrendered.
Hollowing out her cheeks, Sorcha tried to suck as much of him into her mouth as she could. But he was a large man, not chokingly so, but enough that his size made it apparent she wouldn’t be able to take him all the way inside. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, and worked her hand up and down the length she couldn’t reach. Her pussy grew wetter, hotter, and more anxious for what was to come.
He was still, silent even, and the only noise he made was this deep breathing in sporadic intervals. There was the occasional tug of her hair by his hand still gripping the strands. Picking up her speed because she wanted him to come, Sorcha renewed her efforts and gripped the base of his shaft harder. He hissed out, and she grinned internally at the fact that she had control of him in her own way.
The feel of him under her tongue, smooth, hot, and hard, had her clenching her thighs together even more forcefully. She wanted to come, too, so damn badly that she couldn’t think straight. Her mind was a jumbled mess of needs and wants, of resistance and abhorrence to giving in so easily.
Her mission was easy: make him come and therefore have him surrender to her.
16
“That’s it, Sorcha.” Rian was going to come really fucking hard. His balls were drawn up tight, and this exact fantasy had played out in his head more times than he could count. He was going to fill her mouth with his seed, make her swallow it all, because there was this side of him that wanted to know he had that kind of control over her. He wanted that possession. “Suck harder, baby.”
She started bobbing her head up and down in time with stroking the root of his cock. He had kept still until now, but he couldn’t hold off any longer. He groaned out when the tip hit her throat, and he grunted when she gently scraped her teeth along his length. The sting of pain had him hissing out, but then the pleasure that followed had his orgasm racing to the surface.
“Swallow it.” He held her head to his lap, made her swallow his cum when he