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Her bright green gaze shot straight to his face.
“Good girl. Tap my leg three times if you need me to stop. Do you understand?”
His voice came out harsh, as the need to plunder her mouth rode him hard.
She nodded, and then he pushed back into her mouth, sinking all the way to the root. She choked a bit on the first stroke, but once he pulled back and slid in again, she accommodated him with ease. Pleasure skimmed across his flesh as he lost himself in the warmth of her mouth, the tight clasp of her throat, and the sweet song of her moans.
Lost in the moment, she took him by surprise when she slipped her hand between his legs to fondle his sac. Then she shifted further back. With her finger coated by saliva, he supposed, she wiggled between the cheeks of his arse until she found his tight pucker.
Wolf groaned as she penetrated his hole, sinking deep inside him. Then she touched something within him that almost caused him to explode. Despite the fact that he was working his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her thoroughly, she had once again stolen control.
Again, she rubbed that spot deep inside him, and his body seized. With his balls drawn tight against him, he cursed and then sank deep into the tight grip of her throat. With each pulse of his orgasm, she stroked that sensitive spot in his arse and swallowed around his cock. By the time she had finished drawing out his climax and removed her finger from his backside, his legs shook with the effort to stand. Withdrawing from her mouth, he stumbled to the bed and sank down before he collapsed.
As he calmed his racing heart and regained his composure, he glanced over to find Jules kneeling where he’d left her. With her hair disheveled and a pleased smile gracing her swollen lips, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
“Come to me.”
Chapter 10
Julia shifted forward onto her hands and knees. Power and desire pulsed thickly through her veins as Wolf’s heavy-lidded gaze rested on her with a gravity that made her feel strong, yet feminine. Determined to retain the control she had wrested from him, she crawled across the rug to where he sat on the bed. Thinking of how she’d once seen a tiger stalk its prey, she stayed low and long, working to affect a sensual quality to each slow move forward. Her breasts swayed, drawing his focus for a moment before his eyes retrained on her face.
Need slithered along her spine to coil low in her belly and between her thighs. She licked her lips, savoring the remnants of his musky taste, as well as the slight tenderness from his rough fucking of her mouth. Nearing his legs, she couldn’t help but draw a comparison between this man and Tariq, the desert sheik she had taken as a lover. One light, the other dark. Both commanding lovers, but one’s command stemmed from his force of personality, the other his birthright as the leader of his people. Both were fit men, but she could not deny that Wolf’s broader frame and thickly roped muscles appealed to her in a way that Tariq’s more sleekly muscled body never did.
Stopping before the man she’d known forever, she waited as her body yearned for his touch. It was a bit disconcerting to realize just how strong a pull he still had over her.
His clear blue gaze had grown darker, almost a stormy gray. “Stand.”
Doing as he directed, she tucked her toes and rolled back to her feet to rise. He spread his legs and reached out, laying one hand on her hip to draw her closer. After adding his other hand to the opposite hip, he smoothed them up over the curve of her waist, stopping to span the distance. Then he leaned into her stomach and pressed his face to her softly rounded belly. For a moment, he seemed to be lost in the moment, absorbed in the crackling intensity that arced between them every time they touched. Then he pressed his lips to her skin and slowly peppered kisses over her stomach until he moved up over her ribs. With his hands trailing up her sides, his kisses gave way to nips and licks that had her body flashing hot and then cold, as lust swelled up from the tips of her toes.
Her breathing grew labored as he caught the underside of her breast with his teeth, only to switch to the other one and drag his tongue over the sensitized flesh. Her knees weakened with each touch, yet he refrained from lavishing her nipples with the same attention. As he teased and tantalized her, desire overrode her patience. She fisted her hands in his hair and tugged his head back so she could see his face.
“Suck on my nipples. I need to feel your mouth on them.”
A sensual but determined gleam came into his eyes as he stared up at her. “No.”
She inhaled sharply, desire warring with her self-control.
He jerked forward, ignoring the hard pull of his hair as her fist remained tight, and nipped the side of her breast one last time. Then he stood, forcing her to release her grip, and shifted around her until his chest was pressed to her back.
What was he going to do?
Uncertainty caused her excitement to soar as she waited. And waited.
“Bend over.”
His brusque command came out low and raspy.
Determined to retain some control, she leaned forward, pressing her hands to the mattress and wiggled her backside against his groin.
“All the way, sweetheart. I’m the only one in control here.” Then he pressed his hand against her back between her shoulder blades and forced her down until she had to turn her cheek. “Don’t move unless I give you direction.”
In that moment, with her soaked pussy rubbing against his hardening cock and her face pressed to the bed, she had never been so turned on. Because if Julia was honest with herself, as much as she liked her independence, it was exhausting always having to fight for her power, and her freedom.
“Jules, you need to understand something about me. I am a dominant man, and in the bedroom,Iam the one in control. My only desire is to please you, but I shall go about that in my own way.”
He stroked her backside, first one cheek, and then the other.
“I’ve had demanding lovers before, and have a full understanding of the rules.”
