Free Sweet Desire (Tales of Dystopian Decadence Book 2) by Finley Blake

again and really take my time so I can feel you on every inch of me.”
    It wasn't too difficult to grant him that request, as I sagged back against the bed, my knees weak. Goodness knew I had no reason to protest another possibility to come, to feel that wild elation. He rose to his feet and I watched with hungry eyes as he unzipped his pants. For the first time I saw his cock – long and thick and perfectly erect. As I waited, Nicholas inserted the head of his penis inside me. He moved very slowly, inch by inch, until he was only just past my entrance. Frustration and need thrummed through me, and I wriggled impatiently. What I wanted was for him to sink himself all the way into me now . The promised wall-banging seemed like the best idea ever…
    “We need to establish some ground rules,” he said, running his hands up along my sides and holding me in place. “The first rule is I’m in charge here. If I tell you to do something, you will do it. Do you understand?” He started a shallow pace of thrusts.
    “Yes,” I whispered, arching toward him.
    “It’s for your own good. The second rule is you may not question my orders. Understood? Everything I tell you to do is either for your pleasure or for your protection.” His cock slipped out of me and he stroked it up, over, and along my sensitive cleft.
    I whimpered and squirmed again, trying to guide it back inside me. “What you’re doing is unfair,” I said with a gasp.
    “Yes, it is, but I need you to obey without question. Tell me you understand.”
    “Yes!” I shouted, raising my head to glare at him. “I understand!”
    He grinned and his hands tightened at my waist. “Getting impatient, aren’t you? I need someone who can control her impulses.”
    With a growl, I squeezed my eyes shut and relaxed my body. He continued to tease me by gliding his warm, rigid member along my skin, and though I trembled and whimpered softly, I did not demand more.
    “Very good,” he praised me.
    As soon as those words left his mouth, he draped my legs over his arms and plunged into me. The sensation of him filling me, ramming deep inside me, tore a cry from my lips. It continued over and over, and I thought I would go senseless with the ecstasy of it. His cock was right here it needed to be, as far as I was concerned, his hands anchoring me in place so all I could do was take it.
    Nicholas' gaze fastened on me lying there in my plaid uniform as he hammered into my depths. “So tight and warm,” he said between gasps. “I want you to want me, Violet, and I want to do this forever.” He slowed...
    “No,” I whined, and thrust my hips against him. My fingers clutched at the blankets as I demanded, “More! Don’t you dare stop!”
    “Ah, but who is the dominant and who is the submissive?” he asked. His hands stroked up over my breasts, along my neck, then the sides of my face. Each thrust brought me closer to the edge and then he would slow, backing me away from it. “You finally belong to me now. You come only when I allow you to.”
    So that was his game? Oh dear…
    “I’m going to spend every day fucking you as long and hard as I can, Violet. I hope you’re ready for me.” Those torturous strokes sped up once again, this time ramming into me so hard, he hit the very back of my pussy. “Come for me and I will make sure your cunt is overflowing with my cream.”
    It was the dirtiest thing anyone had ever said to me, and also the hottest. What little control I had was gone the moment he spoke those words. My body shuddered and contracted around him. I belonged to him and so did my pleasure. Then Nicholas gave a groan and his warm seed shot inside me. He remained poised above me, his gaze locked onto mine. As our labored breathing calmed, he settled on the bed behind me and drew me back against him. Our eyes closed and we fell asleep entwined in each other’s arms, only to wake up an hour later to do it again. And again.
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