Free Dominant for the Night (For The Night #7) by C. J. Fallowfield Page B

around the back of her thighs, sliding her up the slate
tiled wall and she automatically wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs
around my waist. ‘Do you want me, again?’ I questioned, not sure if I’d bruised
her too much earlier. It had been a long time for both of us.
    ‘Yes,’ she breathed, in a sultry tone, as she
nibbled my ear. ‘But gently this time, or you might break me.’
    ‘I’d just piece you back together, I’m your glue
now, angel. I’ll be anything you need.’ I reached down to guide myself into
her, sliding in slowly, watching her face as I did. The change enthralled me, she enthralled me. I loved the way her blue eyes expanded, her long dark lashes
fluttering, the perfect circle her full luscious lips made as she took in that
first gasp to feel me inside her again. The way her cheeks turned a pale shade
of pink, several shades lighter than I’d made her bottom earlier. I felt her
nails denting the back of my neck when I flexed my hips to bury myself to the
hilt in her, as I let out a low groan. She was so tight, I doubted even my hand
could replicate the grip of her muscles. It was a testament to my stamina that
I didn’t unload in her after a couple of thrusts. No one would be able to
resist once inside her. The thought that I’d been her first, that I’d be her
last, had my chest puff with pride. She really was mine. She hadn’t said yes
yet, we had to have the formal conversation when she was rested and not high on
the orgasms I’d given her, but she was mine. I was never letting her go.
    ‘Lucas,’ she moaned, in a high pitched tone, as
her head tipped back to rest on the tiles, her eyes closing as she drew in quick
sharp breaths. I guided her hips, circling them around me as I gently pushed in
and out of her. She was a quick learner and soon started to move them herself,
as my fingers moved to knead her voluptuous backside. I loved that she had some
flesh on her. I kissed and bit on her neck, then just for the hell of it,
because I could, because I wanted everyone to know she was taken for real now,
I gave her a love bite, right in the crook of her neck. She squealed and tugged
on my hair trying to pull me off, but I clamped down even harder. The brand of
my cock inside her may not be visible to any other fuckers with ideas of
stealing her from me, but this work of art would tell them. I felt a wicked grin
spread across my face as I pulled up and admired my handiwork. I really was the
Picasso of love bites, she was a beauty.
    ‘Don’t scowl at me, angel, it just gets me even
hotter for you,’ I laughed, as I pecked her lips and slipped out of her,
letting my cock brush over her clit a few times, making her forget her anger as
she trembled against me. ‘Tell me how this feels?’ I demanded, as I did it
again.
    ‘Incredible,’ she sighed, as she pulled her head
off the tiles and looked at me, her eyes shining bright. ‘Make it more
incredible, fuck me.’
    ‘Who knew the sweet, angelic, Summer Beresford had
a potty mouth?’ I chuckled.
    ‘Only with you, you bring out the best and worst
in me,’ she winked.
    ‘Say it again.’
    ‘Say what?’ she asked, then whimpered as I rubbed
against her again.
    ‘“Fuck me.” It’s so hot coming out of your mouth.’
    ‘Even hotter when you’re coming in my …’ she broke
off and giggled, as her cheeks went a rich shade of scarlet.
    ‘You can’t say the word, can you?’ I laughed.
‘Come on, say it. Cunt.’
    ‘That’s so crude,’ she objected, with a furrow of
her brows as her hand slapped my bicep.
    ‘But it gets you off when I whisper it in your ear
doesn’t it?’
    ‘Maybe, but I’m not saying it.’
    ‘Say pussy for me then. Say “it’s even hotter when
you’re coming in my pussy.”’
    ‘Lucas.’ She gave me an adorable girlish giggle
and dropped her head so she wouldn’t have to look at me. I planted my feet
firmly as I let go of her, leaving her clinging to me, balanced on my hips, as
I clasped