Undeniable (Indulgence) - Aleatha Romig Page 0,5

his prey. And though I know I'm the prey, I'm not frightened. I want to show him that I'm ready for my fantasies to come true. Bravely, I take one step and then another, meeting him halfway.

"This is real." He reaches for my hand and rubs it over his steel-hard erection. "And so is this, and it needs to be inside you. It needs to find its new home."

My thighs squeeze tight at his words as my core throbs, craving what he describes. At the same time, a part of me is beginning to get nervous. His cock feels so big to my touch. Maybe he won't fit. Maybe I am too young. "I-I," I stutter as my daring facade shatters.

Matt reaches for my cheek and tenderly teases my skin. "Sophie, I promise to make it good. I want you to want my cock inside of you as much as I want it there. I'll take this as slow and gentle as you want."

My fantasies come back to mind, scenes from books I've read. "What if I don't want that?"

He takes a small step back. "You don't want this?"

I reach for the lapels of his jacket and push them over his wide shoulders, purposely running my fingers over his starched shirt, imagining his solid muscles beneath. "No. I want this. What if I don't want you to be slow and gentle?"

Before he can answer, I go on. "What if I want you to take me fast and hard?"

"Sophie?"

"Matt, you're the man of my dreams. In those dreams, you take control and claim me. Is this real life, or is it my dream?"

"Fuck!" He reaches for the waistband of my skirt, undoes the button, and lowers the zipper allowing the material to float to the floor, creating a black puddle around my heels.

As he does, I reach for my shirt and pull it over my head.

Suddenly I'm standing in front of Matt Hamilton in nothing but black heels, a black bra, and polka-dotted panties.

So much for sexy.

"I'm sorry I'm not wearing some Victoria's Secret lacy thing."

Matt's smile broadens as he runs his hand from my neck over my boobs and down my stomach, teasing the edge of my panties.

"I'm going to say this once, and you'd better listen."

There's something about his voice. It's different, authoritative, and makes my heart beat faster.

He cups my chin. "Tell me, beautiful Sophie, are you listening?"

"Yes."

"That was the last time I want to hear you apologize. You're fucking perfect. I'll buy you a closet full of Victoria's Secret if that's what you want, but for me, I want you." He reaches behind me and unsnaps my bra. "And the clothes are just the wrapping. Remember, you're my gift."

"I just don't want you to change your mind."

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're mine. My mind is never going to change."

I sigh, not only hearing his words but also seeing the way his green eyes devour me, eating me up, piece by piece.

He takes a step back and scans my body from my hair to my shoes and back again. "Now, do as I say."

"Okay."

A sexy shimmer shines from his gaze. "Let your hair down and turn around, all the way around, and as you do, shimmy out of that bra. I've been watching you all night, and I'm dying to get a good look at your tits."

My skin prickles with goose bumps as I reach for the clip in my hair. As I pull, my long blonde hair falls in waves over my shoulders. Without the clasp, the straps have fallen to my arms and the bra is loose. I allow it to drop to the floor, revealing my breasts. Pivoting, I make a complete circle. By the time I'm facing him again, my nipples are as hard as pebbles.

With a smirk, he says, "I love the polka dots, but I have more of my gift to unwrap."

In a quick scoop, Matt has me in his arms and is carrying me toward the big bed. I reach for his tie and pull, dropping it to the floor. By the time he lays me on the comforter, I have most of his shirt's buttons undone. His chest is defined, and I can't resist reaching out to touch his muscles.

Slowly, he removes his shirt and unbuckles his belt. Before undoing his slacks, he reaches down and slides my panties over my hips and down my legs. There’s a twinkle in his gaze. "The heels are staying on."

I can't help