Mastering Inga (Service & Submission Book 2) by Megan Michaels Read Free Book Online Page B

Not anymore. When a question is asked, your response is what?”
    “Yes, Sir. I’ll use my safe word if I need to.”
    Garrett brushed the back of his fingers across her cheek. “Good girl. Very pretty. I like hearing you say ‘Sir’. Now, let’s talk about the uncomfortable state you’ve left me in. I really want to fuck you. Are you okay with this?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Inga giggled as she used her legs to pull against her, grinding brazenly against his cock, reaching around to grab and squeeze his ass cheeks. She wanted those jeans of his off now .
    “Bad girl.” Garrett groaned and pulled up enough to unzip his jeans and pushed them down, his erection finally springing free. He kicked his pants off, giving him the freedom he needed to move upon her just as he liked.
    Inga grabbed his cock, the skin hot and silky smooth against her hand. She gently stroked the length.
    “You’d better let go or I’m not going to last,” Garret said, his voice thick. “It’s been a while for me too, Missy.”
    He thrust into her then with one fluid move. He filled her to the brink of discomfort. It wasn’t just his length — it was his girth, too. He stilled within her, letting her body adjust to him, giving her control of the situation, if only for a moment.
    Inga slowly rocked her hips, feeling him roll and thrust inside, her pussy pulsating around him.. She luxuriated in the sensation of fullness, squeezing him hard until he sucked in air through clenched teeth.
    “Jesus!” He gravelly groan made her clit vibrate. “If you keep this up, it’s going to be fast, girl.”
    “I want it fast and hard,” she said, almost pleading. “We can do slow another time. Fuck me fast!” To prove her point she clenched her cunt around his penis again, holding it tightly despite the low growl coming from his throat.
    Garrett quirked an eyebrow at her. “Later, when you’re receiving extra swats for this, remember that you asked for it.” He pressed himself deeper, his cock hitting her cervix. The almost uncomfortable yet tingly feeling had her sex convulsing around him, her heels pressing against the under-curve of his ass, spurring him to go even deeper, even harder.
    “I’m coming!” Inga dug her fingernails into the fleshy part of his ass, pushing his cock in to the hilt. “Oh—oh, God, I’m coming!”
    “Not... until I say! You wait, girl!” His lips sought hers with a frenzy, pressing hard and insistent, his probing tongue moving in time with the thrust of his cock deep within her. He wound both hands in her hair, tilting her head up, pressing kisses to her neck while pounding into her with such force that she slid up into the corner of the couch.
    He rose over her then, hammering her pussy. “Now, Inga! Come now!”
    They shouted their mutual release, finally collapsing in satisfaction. Sated.
    In a tight clasp, they clung to each other gasping for air, Inga’s mind started to swirl with doubts and questions — wondering how this happened so quickly, why she hadn’t halted it, and wondering if he had doubts also. She hadn’t expected to react to him sexually. It frightened her the attraction she felt for him—and obviously he’d felt it too.
    But her ‘temper tantrum,’ as he’d called it, made her question if she was really ready for this.
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    G arrett pulled his semi-erect cock out of her, tucking her under his arm and covering them both with the blanket draped over the back of the couch.
    He’d forgotten about Anne. Not for long, but he had forgotten about her.
    How do you forget your wife? Asshole.
    Sadness filled him, but there was more to it than that. Could it be relief too? The conflicting emotions had him wondering where he went from here. After all, Anne had been gone for over nine months. He’d cried almost daily since her death.
    He knew it wasn’t cheating when a spouse died, but deep inside, irrational or not, it still felt too much like a betrayal.
    She’s gone, Garrett.