Meant to Be Yours: New Adult BBW College Romance (Derek and Jaike Book 2) by Marian Tee Read Free Book Online Page B

tiles.”
    She did as asked, her arms and body forming the shape of a T.
    “They’re to stay like that until I say otherwise. Do you understand?”
    She nodded. “Ye—” The word turned into a strangled moan as she felt his fingers on her pussy. Being in water had it wet, but when he started to stroke her folds with his fingers, her pussy became wet from a different kind of moisture.
    The way he touched her was pure torture as well. Sometimes, it was long and leisurely, other times it was brisk and hard. Either way, it had her pussy trembling badly, yearning painfully for his penetration.
    “Please, please, Derek, please.” She wanted his fingers, his cock – oh God, she just wanted him to make her pussy feel full.
    But he only smiled, in a way that turned his face into something cruelly beautiful. For some reason, it just made Jaike want him even more, and a part of her wondered if this was why Diana had been so in love with Anthony Carras. There was just something so liberating in giving yourself completely to a man – especially if it was a man who knew exactly what to do to make a woman’s body sing.
    The way Jaike looked at him, the sound of her begging him for release – all of it had Derek clenching his teeth hard. He wanted so badly to give in, but he controlled himself ruthlessly, knowing that this kind of anticipation would make their eventual union the kind that neither of them would ever forget.
    When Jaike felt his thumb against her clitoris, that was the moment she realized nothing before it had been punishment. This was the real test, the real struggle of preventing her body from claiming the release it now so desperately sought.
    “Derek, please.” She clutched the tiles hard, feeling like her mind was about to break at the effort it took to control her body from coming.
    “How badly do you want it, baby?” His voice was raspy with suppressed need, and she dimly realized that he was suffering as much as she was. Another Dom would have rightfully taken his release while withholding it from his Sub, but not her Derek. Not her Dom.
    “I want it,” she whispered.
    His smile turned feral with his possessive need for her as he demanded, “How much do you want it? Tell me.”
    She tried to lift her hips to get him to fill her pussy, but this only made him press her hips back to the wall, his fingers leaving her pussy completely abandoned.  
    Jaike cried out. “Please!”
    “Tell me!”
    Her hips tried to lift itself up against his hold, but it was no use. Breaking down, she screamed, “I want you! I want you so much I think of you every minute of the day!”
    No sooner than she had said the words, his body slammed against hers, making Jaike gasp. When she felt Derek holding his cock and teasing the entrance of her pussy, her gasp turned into a keening cry of need.
    Her fingers dug into his hard shoulders. “Oh God, please. Please give it to me.” But no matter how she twisted and writhed, she could only have the head of his cock brush against her slick folds, touching it but never quite entering.
    “Do you want my cock, Jaike?”
    “Yes!”
    “Say it then.”
    “I want your cock.” She sobbed the words out. “I want your cock, Derek.”
    “Do you think you’ll get it now?”
    She glared at him, frustration and desire warring inside her.
    He repeated his question, in a commanding voice this time, making it clear he expected an answer.
    She tried to take him by surprise, pushing her hips forcefully against him. But it only made him laugh, easily keeping his cock from sliding into her warm pussy.
    Jaike snarled, “No. I obviously won’t get your cock inside me.” God, she so wanted to come. It was all she could think about, and it made her body shake like an alcoholic suffering from withdrawal symptoms.
    “Are you mad at me, baby?” He came back to her, holding his cock and using it to rub circles around her folds.
    Jaike sobbed, “Yes.”
    The way she was staring at him made him