On His Terms by Jenika Snow Page B

sucked her clit into his mouth, moved his tongue back and
forth over it, and started to feel her climax.
    He stood when she wasn’t quite
done getting off, rubbed his cock along her slick folds, and then positioned
himself at her entrance once more. He slid his hand around to her chest,
grabbed a breast, and started tweaking her nipple between his fingers.
    “Fuck me,” she said, her forehead
against the wall, and her voice cracking at the end.
    Rian was too far gone to torture
either of them anymore. He turned her around and lifted her into his arms
again. She was a good girl and wrapped her legs around his waist, which had him
getting lodged inside of her sweet body. He thrust into her over and over
again, but he wanted her on his bed now. He’d had his fun with her against the
wall, but now he wanted her spread out for him like an offering. He turned and
made his way toward the bed, his dick still inside of her, and his blood
pressure increasing by the second. When he had her on the mattress he didn’t
give her any time to contemplate what his next move was. He flipped her onto
her belly, positioned her so her toes touched the floor, and her ass was in the
air, and brought his palm down on her ass cheek. Getting into position, he
grabbed the root of his cock, placed the tip at her pussy hole, and thrust into
her in a smooth, even move. She gripped the sheets between her fingers and
buried her face in the mattress.
    Taking hold of her hips in his
hands, Rian started going in and out of her, his end
goal to come so fucking hard he couldn’t even see straight. The pleasure
started at the base of his spine, and slowly moved upward. It controlled him,
took the air from his lungs, and had this red haze covering his vision. Sweat
covered his body, and he glanced down and saw that the droplets of his
perspiration fell onto her back. He moved his hand to the length of her spine
and spread the wetness around, wanting to have a part of him on her skin. It
was almost a sick, twisted desire, but he didn’t give a fuck. Right now he was
just too gone for her to care.
    “I’ve wanted this for too long,
Sorcha.” He thrust in so deep that she moved up an inch on the bed. “I’ve
wanted you for too fucking long.” He
slammed into her again, held onto her hips tighter, and knew there would be
bruises in the morning. But he liked that, loved it, in fact. It was like his personal brand of ownership on her, and that had
his orgasm rushing to the surface. Groaning out and letting his head fall back
on his neck, he came long and hard. But he didn’t want this damn condom on,
didn’t want the latex blocking the sensation of feeling her bare flesh along
his. When his orgasm ended he pulled out of her clenching body, got rid of the
condom, and collapsed on the bed beside her. The sweat started to dry on him,
and he turned his head to look at her. She had her eyes closed, but stayed on
her belly. This glossy sheen covered her from head to toe, and he reached out
and pushed a piece of damp hair away from her forehead. She slowly opened her
eyes.
    “Get some sleep.”
    She didn’t fight him, didn’t even
move. Instead she closed her eyes and fell asleep. He pulled the blanket over
them both, closed his eyes and let sleep take him under.  

Chapter
Eleven
     
    Sorcha
slowly opened her eyes, and blinked away the blurriness. It was dark outside
still, and the view from the balcony windows showed the lights of the park and
the city. She had shifted during the night and found herself on her back. Rian was on his stomach with his head turned away from her.
The memories of what they had done just hours before replayed in her mind like
a movie reel on fast-forward. Her body was sticky from the sweat that had
dried, and she was so sore between her thighs that the slightest movement had discomfort
filling her. Rian wasn’t grotesquely huge in size or
length, but he was endowed well enough that she couldn’t believe how stretched
and filled