Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,6
like this. Even verbally he was a master of her body.
In her wildest dreams, she’d never imagined this night going down like this. Him dominating her. Her obeying his every word.
Her liking it.
Craving it.
Wanting more.
Part of her wanted to feel the sting of his palm on her bottom. More of her wanted to feel his cock in her pussy.
Jason rose onto his knees and then kneeled between her legs, pressing them wider again. He held her hip down with one large hand while he found her folds with his other fingers.
He held her gaze for a long time as he eased a finger into her, and she marveled at the way he could manage to so precisely drive her mad with desire while his gaze remained on hers. And then she realized why he was doing so. He was gauging her reaction, making sure she was okay. It was endearing.
He glanced down and watched as he drew his finger in and out of her several times. “May I add a second, little one?”
“Yes. Please,” she begged, instinctively trying to lift her hips.
He held her down, one brow lifting. He didn’t say a word, but she felt the reprimand and stopped fighting him, forcing herself to relax into the mattress as he fingered her. “Sorry.”
He gave her a knowing smile and scissored his fingers.
She moaned at the stretch. Even his two fingers were bigger than any previous cock she’d had.
“So tight, baby. Gonna add a third now.”
She nodded consent, her teeth gritted against the combination of pain and pleasure he seemed fond of doling out. As he entered her, her lips parted on a gasp.
“That’s it, little one. Relax. Take my fingers. My cock is smaller than how far I’m stretching you now.” He pushed them deeper.
She held her breath.
When his palm flattened against her clit, she whimpered. “Such a good girl. Has anyone ever dominated you like this before, baby?”
She shook her head.
“Did you know you were submissive?”
She shook her head again.
He smiled. “You’re so delightfully pliant. I’ve never seen anyone as deliciously submissive as you. Your obedience pleases me greatly. I will reward you.”
Her body trembled.
“Are you ready for my cock, little one?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
He eased his fingers out, reached for the condom, and rolled it down his length.
“I’m not a missionary kind of guy,” he stated, “Not usually. But something about you makes me want to assume that position. Hover over you so I can gauge your reaction, watch your face. Your expressions are so precious.” He lowered over her body again, nestling his cock at her entrance as he slid his hands up her arms and then pulled her fingers apart.
He flattened their combined hands against the mattress and kissed her again, slowly this time, as if savoring her.
Without warning, he thrust into her to the hilt.
She cried out at the intense pressure. The stretch. The twinge of pain.
“Relax around my cock. Let yourself adjust… That’s a girl.”
Her body gradually accommodated him, making her grateful he hadn’t taken his time entering her. He held steady until she started to squirm with the need for friction.
He gave her a slight grin. “Don’t be greedy. Stay still. I’ll decide how much you get and when you get to come.”
She shuddered, violently this time, his words penetrating deeply. He wasn’t simply dominant; he was powerfully controlling. And damn good at it. She wondered if other women dared to defy him, and then she wondered what the consequences were like.
When she gave up the fight and settled, he finally eased almost out and then thrust back into her. For the first time, she saw a crack in his armor. His lips parted and his eyes rolled back. Before this moment, the only way she could have been sure how much she affected him had been the stiffness of his cock.
He eased back out again, seeming to gain some control, though when he met her gaze, he whispered, “You slay me. Your pussy is so fucking tight. So perfect. I’m not going to last as long as I would have liked.”
How was he even able to give such a speech? Her own words were stuck somewhere, unwilling to follow the synapses of her brain to her mouth. All she could do was blink and hope he moved again soon. Harder. Faster. Anything.
It was one thing for her to have come against his mouth, but it would seem she was going to orgasm again with his cock inside her. Unexpected. All-consuming.
His eyes slid