Free Control Me by Shanora Williams Page B

was calming me down. “Just feel it,” he whispered, rubbing the pad of his thumb across my nub in slow circles. “Just focus on what I do to your body. Focus on how good I’m making you feel.”
    I sighed and buckled a bit, sealing my eyes. My hips started to rotate as I craved for him to go a little deeper. He was holding back. He knew what I desired. What I really wanted was him inside me, but his fingers would do for now… until it was time.
    “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” Carlos whispered in my ear, thrusting a little deeper.
    My lips separated as his cock poked against the arch of my back. “I want you,” I breathed.
    “To do what?”
    “Take me…”
    “Mmm… take you?”
    “Yes,” I whispered.
    “Do you want me to make you scream?” he asked, applying slight pressure to my throbbing nub.
    I knew it would be pretty embarrassing to scream, but in that moment, I didn’t care. I just wanted him inside me. I was aching with need, dripping with pure pleas for his rapture. My legs wobbled like wet spaghetti, my nipples fully pebbled beneath my lacy, tan bra. I realized I hadn’t responded to Carlos’s question. My mind and body were completely lost in the moment, so he asked again. “Do you want me to make you scream , Mya?” This time an ounce of aggressive bass lined his voice.
    “Yes... I do,” I finally responded.
    Carlos’s hand palmed my back, and he pressed down until I was flat on my stomach. Luckily, the chair was sturdy, but just to be sure, I gripped the railings beneath. Removing his two fingers from my slick channel, he brought them in front of me and touched my lip. “Taste yourself,” he murmured. “Taste how fucking sweet you are.”
    Oh. God. Was he serious? He wanted me to taste my own juices? But… why? I’d never tasted myself before. There was honestly no need to. “Carlos,” I began to protest.
    He slid his finger into my mouth before I could say anything more. His finger landed on my tongue, and the tangy liquid spread across my taste buds. I admit, it wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t right either. This man was outrageous.
    “Suck,” he demanded.
    And I did. I sucked his finger. While I obeyed, his cock poked at my entrance. He hovered above me, and in little to no time, he stuffed his massive cock into my throbbing pussy. I moaned around his finger, my eyes rolling back. He plunged into me, clutching my hip with one hand and keeping his finger inside my mouth.
    “Keep sucking,” he ordered.
    I sucked harder, moaning around his thick finger. The taste of me was gone, but as he thrust his hips back and forth, I couldn’t help but get a little wild. He grunted behind me as I lifted my hips and tossed my head back. Then, he snatched his finger from my mouth, grabbing hold of my hair. He fucked me senselessly, growling as he dove deeper with each stroke.
    “You like how I’m making you feel?” he asked, leaning forward and causing his warm breath to run across my ear.
    “Yes,” I breathed
    “We’re just fucking,” he said between heavy grunts. “We’re just satisfying each other’s needs. Keep that in mind.”
    I nodded but not too much because my hair was still gridlocked in his hand. Carlos whipped himself out of me and led me towards his desk. He bent me over, not daring to hesitate on entering me again. I cried out, clutching the metal edge of the desk. Shit, he was big. He filled me up completely. With his hands gripping my ass, he pounded me from behind, sucking in sharp breaths each time I pulsed around him.
    I was on the brink. With each stroke, I was getting closer. He knew because he brought a finger down and circled my clit, pumping harder. Faster. His other hand released my ass cheek to clutch my shoulder, and his entire length rammed inside me. I came. Hard and loud. “Oh, fuck!” I screamed.
    There it was. The scream he’d been waiting for—the one I was trying to hold back. At the sound of it, he growled, slowing his strokes