Trying to be Dominantly Equal [BDSM] {SEQUAL book 2}

Chapter One: What Do You Say?

Hey guys. This is a continuation of the first book trying to dominate the dominant. So I do advise you guys to read it. Trust me it's worth it!

Btw I'm picking up right where I left of.❤️

"Are you going to answer my question or stare at me beautifully dumbfounded?" I'm at a lose of words. I just... Wow.

"I... I've never seen myself marrying someone in the future" I'm so independent being with someone is strange. New.

"Neither have I, but being that I'm ridiculously in love with you, I can see it now" he reaches up to tuck the hair in my face behind my ear. I glance down at his bear chest, happy trail, then him. He's beautiful. So what's holding you back?

"Are you sure you want to marry me? I mean I'm not the easiest person to get along with and even though I'm not religious I don't believe in divorce beca-" he cuts me off with his lips. Smashing them against mine to make a mold. My lips welcomely greet his coaxing him. My body burns once more wanting a round two of sex. I know he does. His member twitches inside me earning a whimpering wine. He groan deep in his throat pulling at my bottom lip with him teeth. When he pulls away I'm panting. His lips pink lips are slightly parted pulling in air.

"If I wanted something easy I would of got a well trained submissive, not you. So what's really the matter Brooke? You don't want to marry me?" If I'm not mistaken I can hear the hurt in his voice. No!

"I do want to marry you I just don't want to lose you"I stare down at my twisted fingers that are splayed on his chest. He tips my chin up so I'm forced to look at him. I hate looking into his eyes. It's like he sees right threw me.

"Your not going to lose me-"

"Your not a hundred percent sure. I've watched people who were madly in love get married, and the worst thing is watching someone you love turn into everything you hate"

"That's not going to happen" he doesn't know that. He's going off of feeling, not logic.

"I'm scared" I mutter to myself, but of course he hears me. This is all so new. I'm never ever scared, only he brings this out of me, and I hate that.

He sits up so were forehead to forehead. I gasp at the fullness of him in me. He feels so good. I bite my lips savoring him.

"We're going to be fine, nothing and I mean nothing is going to tear us apart. We're going to grow old together. Have kids, grandkids. The whole nine yard. As long as you remember I'm yours and your mine" kids? I don't think I want kids.

"Have you been reading romance novels?" I smirk.

"Not in the slightest" he says dryly. I laugh launching myself at him. He pulls out quickly flipping me over onto my stomach, pulling my ass into the air. I squeak at his quickness.

Slowly he eases into me and I groan at the fullness. He's so big, my body clenching around him,pulling him deeper into me. He pulls out slowly and I moan at the lose of him.

"Please...faster...deeper..." I want him so much I can't help but beg.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" He pushes into me again going deeper, pulling out slowly again.

"Y-yes" I whimper. Stop teasing me!

He places his hands on my hips and with one hard thrust he buries himself in me. I scream so loudly my throat aches. Each stroke is so deep I can feel it in my stomach. My breath trying to catch up with his fast thrust.

His hips roughly pound into me pushing further. So much further.
My legs begin to violently shake and my stomach tightens.

"Oh please..." It feels so good. He feels so fucking good. My core dripping, I can feel it on my thighs.