Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 107352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Please,” I begged him.
When he used his hands and spread me, his tongue spearing inside, I couldn’t hold myself up and stepped back into him, putting my face down on the cool surface, instantly registering how hot my skin was.
“From now on, I need you to always think about what you’re doing,” he instructed, and I heard the snap of a lid opening. “You need to always be careful, because your life doesn’t belong to you anymore, it belongs to me.”
“Yes,” I agreed as his well-lubed thumb slid into my ass.
“I can’t lose you, and since somehow, you’re not listening, or not believing, or whatever it is that’s keeping you from comprehending,” he rasped, gently pulling his thumb free so he could immediately screw two fingers deep inside, curving them up, grazing my prostate and making my legs shake, “then my only recourse is to show you you’re mine.”
“Good. Do it now.”
“Grab your cock,” he ordered before his thumb was back, working more lube into my already clenching channel. “You’re so tight and hot.”
I could feel his warm breath on my ass, and knew he was squatting behind me.
“I like watching my fingers go in,” he said, kissing my lower back. “My cock’s gonna be even better.”
I lifted my ass, and he stood up, his skin sliding over mine as he moved, his dripping shaft bumping, trailing precum before he slowly pressed the wide head to my entrance. I heaved out a breath as he pushed forward, not letting my tightened muscles keep him from what he wanted. It had been a long time, but between the lube, his teeth in my shoulder, my hand on my flesh, and how slowly he stretched me, everything relaxed and he thrust home.
“Oh fuck, you feel good,” he said, hand fisting in my hair, turning my head so he could kiss me.
His tongue rubbed over mine as he eased back and forth, over and over, each time increasing the distance, the entry becoming easier, until he was pounding harder and deeper with every plunge. When he broke the kiss, he bent me back over the island, took hold of my hips, and rammed inside, the slapping of skin loud in the kitchen.
“I need you,” he groaned before pulling out. I was then wrestled to the floor, down on the rug, on my hands and knees, before he drove back inside me, the rutting brutal and unrelenting.
“Don’t stop.”
He laughed then and pulled out. I roared his name.
Shoving me sideways onto the cold tile, he lay down on the rug. “I’m so close, so you come here and ride me. I wanna see your eyes when you understand.”
“I know I belong to you,” I growled, straddling his hips, lifting up over him, notching the wide, thick head of his cock to my hole before easing down over him until I was impaled.
“Kiss me.”
Bending forward, I jolted with the sensation of his length moving inside, filling me, my hands gripping his chest, holding tight. When he took hold of my length, I rocked forward, and his moan was loud.
Lifting up, I let my head fall back as I felt the orgasm building in my balls.
“You’re so gorgeous sitting there, and you feel fuckin’ incredible.”
I couldn’t speak. I was barely breathing. All I could do was feel and ride each throbbing, clenching sensation that tumbled through me.
“Look at me,” he demanded, his grip on my thighs powerful. “Now.”
It took so much effort to lift my head, open my eyes, and stare down into the pools of deep blue green.
“You’re mine,” he said under his breath.
“Yes,” I husked, and when he rolled his hips, that was all. I came hard, my muscles tightening like a vise, all at once, before I spurted over his abdomen. He grabbed my hips, holding me in place as he came, arching up off the rug, frozen there under me.
It took us long minutes to recover, and then I moved, not lifting off him, instead leaning over, bracing my hands on either side of his head. When his eyes finally drifted open, all I saw was love there.
“I might scare you again,” I told him. “But never on purpose.”
He nodded, reaching up and slipping his hands around the sides of my neck.
“I’ve always wanted to belong to someone who loved me, and believe me when I say, I know I do. I’m all yours, Luke.”
A tremble ran through him. “It was never like this,” he confessed. “I can’t… You can’t…” Tears leaked from the sides of his eyes and rolled down his temples. “I couldn’t breathe.”
I bent and kissed him, deeply, languidly, then eased back, slowly lifting off him, bracing myself on the island because my knees were wobbly. He stood up beside me and immediately put a hand on my ass.
“Really?” I teased him.