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Her eyes flew open instantly. “Trace, what are you…?”
“You like being in control, don’t you? Calling the shots, writing the headlines, telling everyone else how it’s going to be.”
“I swear to God, Trace.” She bucked her hips but my other hand shot out to stop her. She was totally wrecked. Face flushed, lips swollen from my kisses.
“Not tonight,” I whispered, the power trip hitting me harder than any win on the field. “Tonight, you don’t get to cross the finish line until I say so. Understood?”
She stared at me, a flash of her usual defiance flickering in her eyes, but it was quickly drowned out by a fresh wave of need as I gave her pussy one tiny, teasing twitch of my finger.
“You’re a bastard,” she breathed, her forehead dropping against my shoulder as she surrendered to me.
“Yeah,” I agreed, a smirk tugging at my mouth as I felt her tremble. “But I’m the bastard who’s got you begging. So, be a good girl and tell me: yes, Trace.”
She let out a frustrated, shaky groan, dipping her pussy deeper onto my finger. “Yes, Trace.”
“Good.” I resumed the motion and pumped into her, keeping her right on the cliff’s edge without letting her fall. “Now, let’s see how long it takes for that smart mouth of yours to start making some real noise.”
I watched her face, waiting for that exact moment when her eyes glazed over, and then I moved. I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, and surged upward.
The breath left her in a shattered sob as I buried my cock inside her in one hard thrust. She was so fucking tight, so impossibly wet, that for a second, the world went white. Every instinct I had told me to move, to keep driving into her until we both went up in flames, but I forced my muscles into a lock.
“Don’t,” I warned, both for her sake and mine. “Don’t you dare move.”
“What?” Dakota was a trembling mess, her entire body shaking with the effort of holding still.
“You heard me.”
She tried to tilt her pelvis, a desperate, instinctive search for friction, but I tightened my grip and pinned her in place.
“I mean it,” I said, staring her down. “You so much as twitch, and I’m done. You want to cross that line? You’re gonna do it on my terms.”
A needy whine spilled out of her as she stubbornly fought her own body. To keep her occupied, I reached up, my hands hooking into the lace of her bra. I pulled the cups down, freeing her breasts, and the sight of her perfect mounds with their stiff peaks pointing at me damn near finished it.
I leaned forward and took a nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip before sucking her in deep. Dakota let out a breathless cry, her fingers raking through my hair. Her hips jerked up in a reflex she couldn’t control.
“Easy,” I murmured against her skin, pulling back just enough to see the torture in her eyes. “Deep breaths. You’ve got this. Not yet.”
Her breathing, although ragged, started to even back out as she nodded stiffly. “No moving.”
“Good girl.”
I teased her other breast, nipping it lightly and then soothing my tongue over it. She was done, pleading under her breath, her skin flushed and slick with sweat. Every few flicks of my tongue caused her body to jolt. An almost-bounce, a feverish grinding… anything to find that release screaming through her veins. But I kept us both frozen in that excruciating, delicate stalemate.
The tension in the room became a living thing, stretched so thin that the smallest mistake would splinter it.
And I was right there with her, my own self-control coming undone. My heart thundering so hard it felt like it might crack a rib.
“Trace, please,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I can’t... I can’t keep still.”
“I know, I know…” I gently swept a lock of damp hair from her face. Then, before she could find her rhythm, I gripped her waist and lifted her off me.
The sudden cold where she had just warmed my dick was a shock. She let out a sound of pure devastation, her legs buckling the second her feet hit the floor. Balance gone, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps.
I slid off the bed, the adrenaline masking the ache in my shoulder as I scooped her up with one arm. With her quivering weight draped against me, I shuffled across the room and set her down, facing the door.
“Hands up here,” I commanded, setting them above her head. “Don’t drop them.”
I locked the door, crowding her from behind, my chest a solid wall against her back. With one hand wrapped around to her breast, I guided my cock between her thighs from behind. Not to enter her, but to continue teasing.
