Page 35 of No Shelf Control
I moan, my core clenching.
"Lift up and move your panties aside," he orders me. "Get on my cock."
"Don't be bossy."
"Don't get spanked."
"Insufferable ass," I mutter, lifting up and flicking my panties aside.
Before I can sink down on him, he bats my hand away, pressing a finger into me.
I gasp, grasping at his shoulders.
"What was that, princess?" he asks, his eyes locked on my face. "What am I?"
"An insufferable…Oh, god, River," I moan, rocking against his palm when he adds a second finger. My skin is on fire, my pulse thudding everywhere at once. "Don't stop."
"Finish it. What am I?" he asks, his fingers curling inside me.
I bite my lip, arching against his hand, and glare at him through a haze of lust. "An insufferable ass," I pant, grinding down harder on his hand, desperate for more.
He leans in, his teeth closing over my nipple through the thin cotton of my dress.
I yelp, clutching his shoulders for balance. "Perfect," I shout, the word torn from me. "You're perfect!"
"That's what I thought you meant." He lets go of my nipple, only to suck and then bite again, leaving the hard bud throbbing. Then his hand is gone from between my legs.
Before I can whine about the loss, he's yanking me down onto his cock hard enough to make me see stars. I'm so wet, he slides in like it's nothing, but the stretch is enough to steal my breath.
"River!" I shout.
"I love when you say my name like that," he groans, smacking my ass. "Ride me."
I ride him hard, my thighs spreading wider, my head thrown back as I bounce in his lap, his hands gripping my hips so tight I know I'll have bruises. I want them, though. I want every mark he gives me.
"Look at you." He watches me through glossy, dilated eyes, like hell itself couldn't force him to look away, his glasses askew on his face. "You were made to take me like this."
It's too much. I can't hold back.
I clench around him, sobbing his name. "River, please!"
He grabs my hips and uses me, fucking up into me so hard I lose all sense of time or place. All I feel is him inside me, driving me out of my mind with pleasure.
"Look at me," he growls, and I do. His eyes are wild, so dark with desire, I can't breathe. "You're going to come on my cock, right here, right now."
I'm already there, hovering on the edge. He knows it, too. He's ruthless about chasing it down, grinding his hips up into me, hitting that perfect spot again and again.
I moan, the sound loud and desperate, and let go, my body shaking in his hands. I squeeze his cock so tight he curses and nearly loses it, but he holds on, fucking me through my orgasm until I'm limp and shuddering.
I love this man. God help me, but I'm in love with him. I'm not even afraid of it. I'm not panicking, overwhelmed, or desperate to run, either. I'm just…in awe. Humbled.
For one heart-stopping second, I almost tell him. The words are right there, perched on my tongue, eager to burst free. But I swallow them back, burying my face in his neck as he shudders and pours himself into me, chanting my name.
He wraps his arms around me, holding me close. I burrow into him, listening to the strong beat of his heart, wondering when the fuck I'm supposed to tell him how I feel. Surely not while he's inside me, right? Right.
"You okay, baby?" he whispers after a moment, pressing kisses to my hair.
"Perfect," I whisper. For the first time in my life, I mean it. Because of him, I'm perfect.
