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I double down.

Sex doesn’t make me loosen my grip on control.

It makes me tighten it like a noose.

A lot of women think they want that. When I say I’m going to “be in charge”, they think I’m going to toss them around a little and maybe pull their hair.

No. When I say I need to be in control in bed, I mean in full fucking control. I don’t just want to manhandle Bella or tangle my fist in her hair or guide her mouth up and down my cock.

I want to control every fucking facet of her.

Her pleasure.

Her body.

Her breath.

I want to own her completely when her tight little holes clench around me, so that when she fucking comes for me, that orgasm is mine.

Bella whimpers as I slip my cock back out of her mouth. Spit and precum drip from her lips and down her chin to her tits. I twist her nipple again, making her gasp before I slap my slick cock against her mouth.

“Such a pretty little cum slut,” I growl, relishing the way her eyes hood with lust when I say it.

I thrust into her mouth again, grunting in pleasure as she swallows me deep, her eyes never leaving mine as her tongue swirls around my crown. I slide out, and she whines needily when my hand wraps around her throat.

My grip tightens, her eyes rolling back and her mouth going slack as I lean down close to her. She moans when I crush my mouth to hers, my fingers stroking her pulse point as I taste the achy need on her lips.

“You might not be able to stand me, and this marriage might not be real,” I growl, letting my hot breath tease against her parted lips. “That doesn’t make this mouth any less mine.”

My hand slides up her throat and over her chin until two of my fingers slip into her mouth. I grit my teeth as I stroke them in and out, my dark gaze holding her hooded one as she swirls her tongue around my fingers, moaning quietly.

“Whose mouth is this,” I murmur.

Bella whimpers as I slip my fingers from her lips so she can answer.

“Yours,” she says in a choked voice.

I reach behind me, sliding my hand up her thigh and then slipping it underneath and grabbing her ass.

“And whose ass is this.”

“Yours,” she says in a raspy, heavy tone, her eyes glinting with need.

My hand slides between her legs, and Bella moans when I cup her soft, slick pussy and drag my finger up her seam.

“And whose fucking pussy is this?”

“Yours!” she moans, gasping.

“Say it again,” I growl, teasing her clit with my fingertip.

“It’s your fucking pussy!” she chokes out breathlessly.

I slide off her.

“On your knees.”

Heat blooms in her cheeks.