What if I want him out of control?

What if I want him hanging on by a thread, pushing me to my limits and reacquainting me with old desires and new pleasures?

Releasing him with a pop, I look up and am met with a dangerous, dark gaze in return. My hand fists his slick cock and I stroke up and down, thumb running over the tip.

“Do you remember what you said to me in a text message once?”

“You’re going to have to be more specific,” he grunts.

“You asked if I wanted the nice guy or the not-so-nice guy. Don’t be kind. Don’t be sweet. Give me the one that’s full of trouble, Henry.”

My mouth covers him again, reaching the base easier this time, as a bead of drool slides down my chin. Another tremor passes over his body. His muscles are straining. Veins and tendons are flexing with attempted constraint, trying to rein in the monster he wants to unleash.

“Emma,” he whispers reverently, like a prayer. His head drops back and his eyes shutter closed, the grip in my hair tightening.

I bring my free hand to cover his, jerking roughly, hoping he gets the idea.

His eyes fly open, and I see the moment he realizes what I’m asking.

“Use me,” I say, repeating his own words back to him as my hand strokes in rapid succession, finding a good rhythm. The movement starts to become instinctive and familiar.

His resolve breaks, crumbling to the ground beside me. The next thing I know, my head is being yanked back with a rough tug. My throat strains at the angle.

“Is this what you want?” Henry demands, cock sliding back into my mouth, nearly choking me. I nod, unable to speak. “So rough you can barely breathe? Because I could watch you suck me down all fucking day, princess.”

He thrusts past my lips without abandon, self-control disappearing with every shove of his hips. The aggressiveness and assertiveness reignite the heat in my belly, wetness inundating my thighs. I bring my touch back to my clit, moaning around his cock as I tease along my entrance.

“What are you doing?” Henry stills in my mouth and I freeze.

“N-nothing.”

“Nothing? Is that why your hand is between your legs?”

“I-I needed to touch myself.”

“Which part is turning you on the most, Emma? My hard cock in your mouth and knowing I can’t wait to paint your throat with my cum? Me telling you what to do? When you trust me enough to surrender complete control to me, doing anything I ask?”

His words are musical, infiltrating my ears and causing me to squirm. I’m going to create a puddle on the floor. “All of it.”

“And you really thought you could start touching yourself without me noticing? Stand up.”

“What? But I want to—”