Just For You, Sir (Doms of Decadence) by Laylah Roberts

hesitantly.
    “Please,” he forced out, holding back his natural need to command her. Jacey wasn’t his sub; he wasn’t sure how she would react if he were to completely take the reins.
    She lay back.
    “Tell me if you get cold,” he told her, running his hand up her smooth, firm limbs. Reaching for her tiny panties, he tugged them off, revealing her pussy to his gaze.
    He cupped her, loving the way she shuddered.
    “I’ve been dreaming of this since I met you, Jacey.”
    “You have?”
    “Oh yes.”
    H e couldn’t wait to taste her. Take her. Forcing himself to slow down, Derrick grabbed her ankles, pushing her legs up, placing her feet flat on the edge of the pool. This opened her up entirely to him.
    “Derrick, I don’t—”
    “Shh, just let me play for a bit. If you don’t like what I’m doing then I’ll stop.” He kissed one thigh then the other. Parting her labia, he took a long lick.
    “ You’re delicious.”
    “I am?” she asked with surprise.
    He flicked her clit a few times. “Has no one ever told you that?”
    She tensed.
    “Jacey,” he warned, he wasn’t about to let her hide anything from him.
    “No,” she told him. “I was told I didn’t taste very good down there.”
    He could hear the shame in her voice and silently cursed the person who had put it there.
    “Well, they were wrong,” he told her firmly. “I can drink you all day and never get enough of your taste.”
    She relaxed a little and he knew just how to push those memories from her head. Leaning in, he swept his tongue up and down her folds, before driving his tongue deep inside her pussy.
    “Oh,” she cried, thrusting her hips up against his mouth. He held her down as he drove his tongue in and out.
    “Derrick!”
    He moved up to her clit, sucking it into his mouth. Dropping one hand down, he pushed two fingers deep inside her. Flicking her clit with his tongue, he thrust his fingers in and out, delighting in her cries of passion.
    She clenched around his fingers, her whole body shuddering. But she didn’t come.
    “Come for me, baby. ”
    Jacey let out a low moan.
    “Come now!”
    With a scream, she came.

Chapter Seven
     
    Jacey could scarcely believe that she’d just come, rather loudly, in Derrick’s backyard. She’d been faking her orgasms with Stephan long before she’d left him and had fully thought she’d have to do the same tonight. Instead, she’d experienced a truly mind-blowing orgasm.
    Derrick held her tighter as he climbed the stairs. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead.
    “Okay, baby?”
    She nodded, snuggling her face against his bare chest. He’d wrapped her up in a thick, fluffy towel before drying himself off. Then he’d swept her up in his arms and carried her inside. When they got to the top of the staircase he pushed open some large double doors and walked into the biggest bedroom she’d ever seen. A bed so huge it had to be custom-made was against the far wall with floor to ceiling windows bracketing it.
    Masculine furniture was artfully placed around the room, and there was an enormous fireplace that had a long sofa sitting in front of it.
    “This is amazing.”
    Derrick glanced around. “Yes, I suppose it is.” He walked across the room, stepping into a big bathroom. Setting her down, he leaned into a shower that could easily fit four people and turned the water on.
    “I’d run a bath,” he said as she glanced over at the sunken Jacuzzi bath, “but I can’t wait that long to have you.”
    Her gaze shot back to him, or more specifically, to where his impressive erection pressed heavily against his wet boxers.
    Jacey swallowed , moving toward him. “I’m sorry. I should have offered to help you with that.”
    She reached out a hand to touch him, shocked when he clasped her hand, holding it away.
    “Much as I long to have you touch me, and believe me I truly appreciate the thought, I think I would come in about two seconds and when I come, I intend to be inside