“God, you taste incredible.” His tongue flicked and strummed my clit as his fingers curled inside, hitting the spot that made my pussy clench in a tight grip around him.

I was helpless as the first tide of sensation washed over me.

I threaded my hands through his hair and arched up, grinding my pelvis against his wicked mouth.

“Simon,” I cried out, my pussy clamping down and flooding his pistoning fingers.

This man could play my body like a concert pianist. A hand slid up my belly, holding me in place, while he continued to carry me through the exquisite pleasure coursing through me.

When I finally came down, he pulled his fingers free of my body, wiped his mouth on the inside of my thigh, and rose.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

“We can’t. Someone could come in.”

“And do you care if anyone knows you’re mine?”

It was a dare.

After a few moments, I turned, lifted my hair, and glanced over my shoulder.

Instead of unzipping my dress, he fisted my hair, tugging it back and bringing his mouth down on mine.

My body immediately responded, and my core contracted, flooding with desire. I reached back and cupped his head, losing myself in his possessive kiss. His mouth was all-consuming and claiming.

Simon lifted me into his arms and carried me over to a small sitting area near the windows. The second my feet touched the rug, we went to work on each other’s clothes, unzipping, unbuttoning, and removing anything and everything keeping us from each other’s hot skin.

The moment there were no barriers between us, Simon pushed me back onto the couch, gripped my hips, and thrust deep.

“Oh God,” I cried out, loving the feel of his thick, hard cock.

“Nyx. I’m not going this long without fucking you again,” Simon said, reaching up and grabbing hold of the back of my neck. “This pussy is mine.”

I pushed up on the cushions with my palms to meet the slow, steady pace of his hips.

“Fine, whatever. Fuck me harder.”

“Like this?” He pulled out to the tip and slammed in.

“Yes,” I gasped. “More.”

My pussy quickened and contracted as the throbbing in my clit intensified.

“Simon, I’m almost there. Don’t stop. Oh, God. Don’t stop.”

“Does the ache hurt, baby? Want me to make it stop?”

I clenched my eyes, desperate to go over and unable to do anything but take what he gave me.

“Yes, dammit,” I responded through gritted teeth and then pleaded, “Please.”

“Then tell me, who do you belong to?” He pistoned in and out, shifting his tempo to one designed to keep me hanging.

“You.”

He fisted my hair, forcing me to look at him. “And who do I belong to?”