Kink's Way by Jenika Snow

of a lot for him not to start thrusting into her like some kind
of frantic, crazed beast. She clenched around him again and again, and he
curled his hand in her hair even tighter. He had his other hand on her hip,
keeping her right where he wanted her. This was his woman, whether she knew it or not, and whether he had verbally
claimed her as his.
    She. Was. His.
    This wasn’t even the
best time to want an old lady, and he sure as hell didn’t need one with all the
shit happening right now, but he couldn’t help himself. He had seen her when
she first entered the club doors, trailing behind Lucien and looking scared
shitless. He had wanted to protect her, but he had pushed those feelings away,
telling himself that he didn’t want a woman, and she didn’t need a man like him
in her life.
    Well, it looked like
his hard-won control was slipping when it concerned this woman. He was taking
her for himself.
    Trying to deny himself was pointless, because being inside of her felt like
the most perfect fucking thing in the world. He pulled out slowly, just enough
so that the head of his dick was lodged inside, and then thrust back in. Each
pump and retreat was making it harder for him to keep this easy pace, not that
he wanted to go slow. Her soft pleas for more, for him to claim her harder and
faster, chipped away at his resistance.
    “Please, Kink, more.
God, I want more.” She had her hands on his biceps now and curled her nails
into his flesh. He started thrusting faster into her, feeling his flesh become
slicked with sweat, and loving every fucking minute of it. He had never felt
this way with a woman, never had this deep rooted need to mark her, claim her,
and make it known she was his. It had always been about getting off, using the
club girls because that was what they wanted, too, and because they wanted to
get it on with a member.
    “It is so fucking
good.” He looked at her face, feeling the need to just close his eyes and get
lost in the feeling, but he couldn’t. He wanted to watch the ecstasy cover her
face when she came, and that would be real damn soon. “I could watch you all
fucking night while I was buried balls deep inside of you. I could look at your
face all day long and never get enough.” The look of euphoria on her face, of
her reddened cheeks and parted mouth, was like a visual orgasm all in itself.
    “I’m so close
again,” she said breathlessly, like she couldn’t get any air into her lungs.
    Yeah, he knew she
was, could feel her tight little pussy muscles clenching around his dick. He
thrust into her hard enough that he heard their slicked skin slapping together.
He fucking loved hearing that sound, and loved feeling his body
connect with hers right before he pulled out of her and repeated the
action all over again.
    “Oh. God. I’m going to come again.” She cried out, tilted her
head back, and bit her lip.
    Before she exploded
around his cock he pulled out, grabbed the base of his cock, and started
stroking himself while he stared at her spread pussy. He jerked himself off, looking
at the tiny hole he had just been buried inside of, and trailed his gaze up her
cleft, and stopped at her clit. “Touch yourself for me. Rub that little clit.”
He knew she’d be sensitive after coming, but he wanted this, and wanted to see
her touching that pink, wet pussy of hers.
    She moved her hand
down her belly, and although she looked tired she did as he asked. His balls
ached that she obeyed him so readily. This low sound left his throat. He
watched as she circled the little nub, moved her finger back and forth over it,
and made a small noise every time she did it. “You’re mine, baby.”
    She didn’t stop
touching herself, and he loved watching her do this for him.
    “I want you, Cookie,
and I know you want me, too.” He looked at her face, right into her eyes, and
willed her to see what he was saying. “I want you as more than a piece of ass.”
    She licked her lips
and nodded slowly. “I