Chapter Twelve
Laura
“Well,well. What’s a girl like me to do?” I twist my arm behind my back, giving up, and letting him pen me in position. A tiny smirk twitches his lips. “Just maybe I have met my match?”
Zane grins, and it is sexy as fuck! My panties soak themselves.
“I have fucked a lot of men in my life, Zane Lockhart, but I have never been dominated by one.”
His blue eyes bore into mine and take my breath away, so I whisper, “Some have tried, but my heart wasn’t in it. I guess it has been waiting for you to return to claim it.”
He leverages my arm behind my back and forces me to fall against his chest, while his other hand cups and squeezes my asscheek firmly.
I continue, “If I agree to this, you have to understand, that my submission is not weakness.” I reach up and bite his bottom lip. He doesn’t flinch. He takes the pain like a big boy and that turns me on even more. “It is willingness. And that is a whole other level of power to appreciate.”
He grins as his male cockiness is oozing out of every pore of his body and into mine.
“I know how to treat a woman right. Don’t you worry about that. But I do not want just a woman, Laura Smith. I want a babygirl to treat right.”
Fuck, I’m swoony. This damn man makes me weak in the knees.
He buries his face in my neck and sucks a mouthful of skin into it with such force that I will be marked for a week or more by his hickey. Then he nuzzles my neck and asks while he nips little bites, “Do you trust me?”
And I realize that has been the issue all along with my sex life. The answer has always been … hell, no. I turn my lips to his neck and bury my face in his rugged skin, nibbling with my lips, forcing him to stop nipping me. “With my life.”
He forces my upper body to arch backward, while he firmly holds my hips against his. His kisses trail over my hot skin from my neck downward. I push against him, resisting, sparring, testing his will to dominant. Until his soft lips pucker the soft flesh of my tit.
The surge of pleasure momentarily paralyzes me, and I freeze fighting against him to enjoy the feeling. Then, ever so lightly, his tongue licks a long stroke over the tiny, raised, super sensitive ridges on the very tip of my tit, and the thrilling shock waves of pleasure that shoot through me make me surrender.
Hanging limp in his arms while he lavishes his love on my breast, I whisper, “I’m your babygirl.”
He lifts my body and spins me around to lay on the hood of my car. Towering over me, I can see his need to fuck me right here and right now, and God, I want him to.
But instead he breathes big deep, breathes of control and discipline, and God help me, it is more of a turn on than being fucked wildly in the public parking lot.
I reach out and grab the waistband of his jeans and snatch him to me. “My God, you are such a badass!”
He grins and the tension eases.
I smile as I slide off the hood, then I stand toe to toe with him and poke him in the chest as my eyes devour his sculpted lips. “You are coming with me to celebrate Christmas….” Then I look into his eyes and ask, “Pretty please, sir?”
His eyes devour me as his hand reaches for the tit that is still tingling, and I flinch away. He cocks one eyebrow and commands, “Be still.”
I lick my lips and stand firm as he reaches for it again, but it is difficult and I have to focus. He says calmly, “Your shirt is not properly covering my play pretty.”
When his fingers slide inside my cleavage, circle around my breast, and flicks my nipple before covering it back up with the fabric of my t-shirt, I tremble from his touch, wanting more.
“I’ll need to drop Batman off with a friend first.”
“Don’t be long. I will have everything ready when you arrive.”
He pecks my lips and says, “I’m pretty sure we are already ready.”
I chuckle. “Yes, we are, but Christmas is a time for sharing, and I have lots of gifts to share with you.”
He grins, “I have just one to share with you.”
I giggle as I reach between his legs and cup his groin. He has a big dick and big balls, which makes me smile. “You have one big, gigantic toy for me, and that is all I need.”
