Free Oak, Sophie - Away From Me (Siren Publishing Classic) by Sophie Oak

This was what she craved. His commanding dominance was her weakness. She’d been dominated by other men, but none ever made her feel the way Callum did. She felt all of her trouble flow away. It was always like this when Cal took charge. She could lay back and enjoy because he would take care of her. He would tell her what he liked. He would tell her how much he liked it. She didn’t have to worry about being awkward or doing things wrong. Cal would gently push her the way he needed her to go and praise her when she got there.
    She let her arms drift up and around his neck. Her tongue came out to play with his, and he growled his appreciation. She could taste her tangy arousal on his lips as he slanted his mouth over hers. His erection nudged insistently at her soaking cunt. He spread her legs wide, leaving nowhere for her to hide from him. He was in control. Now she remembered why she hadn’t worn panties around Callum. They were constantly wet.
    “Gaby?” Her name was now a question. His eyes were oddly uncertain as he looked down on her.
    “Come inside me, Cal.” She knew he had promised to keep it in his pants, but there was no way she didn’t want him deep inside her. Her pussy cried out for him. Even though she’d just come, she already ached for him again. He was only here for a week. They should make the most of it.
    “You’ll marry me, then?”
    It was like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on her head. “What?”
    “I asked you to marry me, Gaby,” he said. His face was a mask of desire. His hips pumped against her while he spoke, his dick sliding against her clit, making her crazy. “I deserve an answer.”
    “You’re a bastard, Cal.” She was already so hot and bothered again that a part of her pleaded to just give him the words he wanted so he would fuck her. If she just said yes, he would open his slacks, rip her panties off, and be inside her before she could think straight. Her pussy seemed to think that was a great plan.
    “Probably.” He ground his cock against her, swiveling his hips so he hit her desperate clit just the right way. “But I am a bastard with standards. I have no intention of having a brief affair with you, Gabrielle. I don’t want fast sex. I want commitment. I was uninterested in an affair before. It’s why I had you sign a contract with me.”
    He’d been damn insistent on his contract, Gaby remembered. She tried to move against him, but he held her still. He was torturing her. He knew exactly which spot to hit to tantalize and tease. She was so close, but sex wouldn’t solve their problems. “You didn’t want marriage then. You were very clear about it.”
    “Well, if I had realized how little you thought of the contract between us, perhaps I would have insisted,” Cal mused. His face was flushing, his breath becoming ragged. Gaby knew all the signs. He was getting close to coming. “Gaby, seriously, just admit you’ll marry me. I can’t hold out much longer. Come on, we both would rather I was inside you when I came.”
    “I’m not marrying you, Cal,” Gaby insisted. She squirmed, trying to get out from under him.
    “Don’t do that, pet,” he ordered, but it was too late. He gasped and gave in. He pressed his cock against her pussy and groaned as he released his cum all over his expensive slacks. He pumped against her over and over, his whole body shaking. His head fell forward, his lips nuzzling against her neck.
    Gaby was able to roll him off her. She barely restrained herself from kicking sand in his face. He sprawled across the sand like a satisfied warrior. There was an arrogant grin on his face as he looked up at her. He took deep breaths of the humid air and made no move to come after her.
    “You’re an asshole, Callum.”
    He grinned up at her. “But I’m your asshole, Gabrielle. Speaking of assholes. I’ve missed yours, pet. I would really like to tunnel my way in, again. You’re so tight around my cock. Remember how good it feels