Sweet Temptation by Cora Reilly

couldn’t make sense of me. I pushed up and straddled his thigh, delirious with
the way he admired my body. His strong hairy thigh pressed up to my still
sensitive center, and I ground myself against him, biting my lip at the sensation.
Cassio shook his head slowly, disbelievingly, but the look in his eyes spurred
me on. I curled my fingers around his base, feeling him fill with blood under my
touch.
Cassio didn’t want to relinquish control, but I wanted him to, wanted to see
him give it up and hand it over to me, at least for a moment. I bent down and
took his tip into my mouth. He hissed through his teeth and cupped the back of
my head, his fingers raking through my hair. As with everything else, I’d done
my research on this matter. The internet offered endless possibilities for the
curious mind. I hollowed my cheeks as I sucked him lightly, trying to
accommodate his girth in my mouth as my hand worked his base. It was still
more fumbling than practiced moves, but it got the desired results. Cassio
panted, his hips shifting, his fingers flexing against my scalp. I cast my eyes up,
finding him watching, his expression gloriously unguarded. Yes.
Something shifted. His fingers tightened in my hair, not tugging but close to
it, as he guided my head down. His hips thrust up. He was taking his control
back. I yielded to his pumps, taking as much of him as he demanded, his hand
firm on my head. He didn’t go deep, never once hitting my throat, perfectly
controlled. At every upward thrust, I ground myself against his thigh, seeking
my own satisfaction. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t feel self-conscious. There wasn’t
room for it. I was too aroused, too drunk on Cassio’s hungry expression.
“Enough,” he growled. He grabbed my hips and hoisted me on top of him. I
didn’t have time to get my bearings before he pulled me down onto his length.
If I’d thought sitting on top of Cassio would allow me control, I’d been
sorely mistaken. Cassio played me like a master controlled his puppet. His hands
clamping down on my hips, he held me fast as he slammed into me from below,
forcing me to take whatever he gave. Every thrust hit deeper than before,
nudging a point I hadn’t known existed. I gave up my fight for control,
surrendered to Cassio’s demands. Today he’d get this. There was still tomorrow.