Page 22 of Lemon

She rode me like she might a wild stallion she was trying to bend to her will, which was something I absolutely could not allow. Not now. Now during the emotional break she was having. She had to know I could handle anything she chose to throw at me and come back for more.

I gritted my teeth, trying to regain control. My heart was racing, my hands gripping her hips tight. I had to slow down, take this moment to calm her passions. But the more I tried, the more she bucked, whimpering like a wounded animal. Each slap of skin against skin was harsh against her keening cries.

So I smacked her ass again. Harder this time. Her hips gyrated with a fierce intensity. Our bodies slammed together as the rhythm intensified. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from coming. I had to wrap my arm around her back and clamp her solidly against my body to keep her from falling.

We’d had wild sex before. Angry sex. Hard sex. Always it had ended with mutual satisfaction. She’d calmed my beast with her body more than once. The time in the barn when we’d dropped the bombshell on the club about what had happened to Gina came to mind. She’d known I needed the release before facing the men and she’d given it to me. The sex had been primal and hard. Rough. She’d taken all I had to give and enjoyed herself in the extreme. I guess it was my turn. I’d give her what she needed and push her a little further.

“Little witch.” I snarled against her neck as I continued to pump into her. I didn’t speed up like she wanted, but I didn’t slow down or prevent her from moving. I just refused to put any more force behind my movements. “Drive me insane with how fuckin’ sexy you are.”

“Fuck me harder, Rocket! Fuck me!”

“I’ll fuck you harder when I’m Goddamned good and ready.” I pushed us away from the tiled wall before pulling out of her and spinning her around. Her frustrated cry was cut off with my hand around her throat, pulling her back to me. I guided my cock back inside her pussy with the other hand before gripping her hips and starting a hard, driving rhythm.

She moaned loudly, her body trembling in response to my increased pace. I could feel her wetness coating my shaft as I thrust into her with increasing desperation, my need for her growing with each passing second and trying to surpass my need to give her what she needed. And that wasn’t necessarily what she wanted either. Lemon needed my dominance, needed to know I would take charge when she needed me to. That I was capable of holding her back when I thought it was necessary. She worried that she was too much of handful for me to handle. I got it, too. For most men, she probably would be too much.

Lemon pressed her hands flat against the shower wall, pushing back against me as I fucked her. She was always aggressive during sex. It was part of the reason we fit so well. She was dominant, but I was more so. It was time to prove to her I could handle anything she chose to dish out.

“Hold still.” I gave the command at her ear. When she refused, I bit down on her earlobe. She cried out but did what I demanded of her. I pulled out of her pussy, and she sobbed her protest.

“NOOOO!”

“I said hush, woman. You’ll take what I give you, when I give it to you.”

“Rocket! I need --”

“Hush! I know what you need. Submit to me!”

“Never!” She bit out her answer, but she didn’t move.

Once she was still, I guided my cock back, sliding my wet dick along her flesh until I felt her back entrance with the head. I pressed slightly, testing her reaction.

Lemon sucked in a breath and turned her head to look back over her shoulder. “Rocket?”

“Relax your muscles. Let me in.”

“I’ve never…”

“Didn’t think so. But this is happenin’. You concentrate on me. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

She held my gaze with equal amounts of trepidation and arousal. I held my cock and circled her asshole, teasing and tempting until she rocked her hips back, seeking more.

I gripped her hip. “Stay still.” She whimpered but obeyed. I rewarded her by slipping past her rim.

“Oh, God…” She whimpered but held still. Her body quivered in my arms. “What is this…”

“Just stay still. Don’t fight me. Push out and I can slip right in.”

She was still for a few seconds before doing as I told her. The second she did, I pushed inside her slowly until she stopped. I wasn’t all the way inside, but I could take my time. Especially when she was enjoying herself, focusing on me instead of her fears and insecurities.

“That’s my girl. Want more?”

“Yes.” Her small gasp was sweet music. She was surrendering right before my eyes. In my arms. I knew this wouldn’t always be the case, but I’d have to use my experience to shock her occasionally until she realized her worth to me beyond doubt.

“Good. Now listen to me. You, Lemon. You… are my world. I don’t want another woman -- club whore or a woman from another club, or any woman from outside the club. I want… you.” When she took a breath to say something, I eased my way out of her ass until only the head remained. Which made her gasp again. This time, a little whimper escaped as well. “Push out against me again.” She did. I slid back inside her, this time, a little further.

“Oh, my God!” She cried out in a long wail this time. Her hands were still flat on the wall of the shower and she stood perfectly still until I pulled out once more. “Noooo!”

“Hush,” I snapped. “I’m in control.” She shook her head and I removed my hand from her throat to fist in her hair. “I’m. In. Control.” Her breath shuddered out of her lungs but she said nothing. “Say it, Lemon. I’m in control.”