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jackhammering in his chest but he didn’t want this incredible torture to end. No one had ever brought him to the edge this quickly, a fact that alternately excited and scared the hell out of him. “Baby, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, pull off now.” She tightened her lips around him and he felt his balls draw up to his body. He swore. “Then swallow it. Every fucking drop.”
    He held her head then, forcing her to stay down on his dick as jet after jet of cum sprayed from the head of his cock. He felt her swallowing convulsively and a twinge of unease went through him at the way he’d treated her. She wasn’t a sub he could order around. The thought sobered him up quick and he pulled out of her mouth.
    “Jess,” he began. She looked up at him and he didn’t see anger or regret or fear. He saw satisfaction. What the fuck? Was she even more submissive than he’d originally thought? “What I just did was horrible. I had no right to treat you so roughly. Please forgive me.” He reached out and cupped her face in his hand, trying to say through his actions what he couldn’t adequately express in words. “I’m so damn sorry, Jessie girl.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “Did I protest?”
    “I didn’t give you a chance. My dick was shoved down your throat.” He looked away, thoroughly disgusted with his lack of control.
    “You don’t think I could’ve done something to stop what was happening? I loved it, Conner.”
    He turned back to her. “Y-you loved it?” he sputtered.
    “Yeah. It was a heady feeling, knowing I was getting to you.” She smiled and his dick stirred.
    “Oh hell. I want you,” he told her, sitting up and shucking his jeans, then rolling them both until she was on her back. He ignored the voice in the back of his head chanting relentlessly to claim her, to make her his. It couldn’t be. Even if she was submissive, the tour was no place for that kind of relationship. No. Better to enjoy what she could give him now and look for something more permanent once his riding career was over.
    He nuzzled between her plump breasts, abrading soft skin with his whiskers. For some reason the thought of leaving his mark on her drove him wild. Licking up to her nipple, he ringed the soft, puckered skin with the very tip of his tongue. She moaned, guiding him to her other breast. After giving it the same treatment, he sucked it into his mouth and pushed it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, drawing deeply on it. She writhed beneath him, muttering incoherent words of encouragement. He pushed her breast partway out of his mouth only to run his teeth over the sensitive skin and suck it all back in. He repeated the process a couple of times until he felt her nails digging into his scalp and then switched to her other breast.
    He reached down and delved into her curls with his fingers, pushing the heel of his hand into her mound. He found her pussy and pushed two fingers inside. “You’re soaking wet for me.”
    “Yes, God yes,” she panted.
    He slowly thrust in and out of her pussy a few times, and then ran his thumb over her clit. She jerked. “And you’re close.”
    “Yes. Conner, please.”
    “Please what, darlin’?”
    “Please fuck me. Make me come. I need—” The rest of her sentence was lost when he curled his fingers and found her G-spot. Her legs opened wider and she tried to push up and force his fingers deeper. He pushed her back down with a hand on her belly.
    “Uh-uh, babe. I’m calling the shots.”
    She let out an agitated moan and stamped her foot on the bed. Immediately he withdrew his fingers. Her eyes snapped open and she looked at him. “What are you doing?”
    “You’re throwing a temper tantrum. I’m waiting for it to end.” He watched as the awareness of her actions dawned on her face.
    “Conner… I’m, I’m sorry, I…” She turned her head away and bit her lip.
    “Shhh. It’s all right, darlin’. I’ll take care of you, but you gotta let