Shit.
That was the moment I knew his goal was to destroy me. It had to be because that was what he was doing.
“Sing for me. Let me hear it,” he growled against my pussy. He squeezed my cheeks, spreading them further and eating me like a man possessed. He lapped me up like I was the one who’d disappeared on him for two weeks, and he wanted to make sure I knew never to do that shit again.
I could’ve easily lost my mind with the way he took over my body.
I held on, gripping the sheets, and tried my best not to let my legs give out.
“Sing,” he commanded with another smack.
“Don,” I yelled damn near howling his name. “I-I need…”
Words were too difficult to get out. I moaned and groaned like a lunatic. Suddenly, with my toes gripping into the carpet, I came on a shout.
The gush of wetness that released from me felt like relief.
“Jesus,” Don groaned. It wasn’t a curse word, but the strain in his voice made it sound like one. “So fucking sexy.”
I sank to the bed, depleted but also ready for more.
Don undressed before I could gather my wits about me. I watched through hooded eyes as he sheathed his dick; a small, almost obscure piece of my heart wishing we could forget the condom.
It was a fleeting thought, but when I looked from his cock to his face, I wondered if our thoughts were one and the same. There was a longing in his eyes I’d never seen before.
“I need you,” he said, barely loud enough for me to hear. He wrapped himself around me, cupped the back of my head, and brought our mouths to touch. He pressed teasing kisses to each corner of my mouth before dipping his head lower to lick my collarbone.
A deep shiver ran through my body like a rushing river—fast, unrelenting, and life-preserving.
“I want to be inside you every minute of every day,” he said with a pained expression on his face.
“I want you inside me all the time,” I admitted to myself, and him, out loud.
He kissed me at the same time he thrust into me. I arched into him and clutched his body to mine. I felt so full, not only physically but in every other way imaginable. My thoughts scrambled as he stroked me so deeply, I swore he was about to reach into my belly.
With every movement of his hips, he studied me, watching for my reaction. I nearly choked at the emotion I saw behind his eyes. The feeling he allowed me to plainly see.
“I need you,” he grunted.
While I supposed he meant in other ways aside from physical, ways in which I wasn’t entirely sure I was ready for, I said, “You have me.”
He dipped his head into the crook of my neck and drilled into me. It didn’t take long before an orgasm ripped through me, tearing at the fabric of my sanity and my soul.
Don wasn’t done.
He sat back on his heels and pulled the lower half of my body up against his. He gripped my thighs and held me in place as he pounded my pussy like a man possessed.
I thrashed my head on the pillow and moaned incoherently. He made it clear who I belonged to. No one had ever controlled my body the way he had.
“Don,” I panted, repeatedly. Three words were on the tip of my tongue. I bit down on my tongue with so much force, I almost caused myself to bleed.
And then we came together, his arms wrapped around my back, lifting me so that I straddled his lap. We reached our climaxes staring into one another’s eyes. It was profoundly intimate and erotic, and oh so, overwhelming.
Spent, I slunk down onto the bed after he released me and watched as he got out of the bed with nearly closed eyes. I had no idea how he had energy left. I could barely move. Every muscle in my body begged for sleep, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Don.
He moved to the spot where our pile of clothes rested on the floor, retrieved my bonnet, and turned to me with a slight smile on his face. Wordlessly, he climbed back in bed and slipped the bonnet on my head, securing my hair neatly under it.
I sighed as he kissed the back of my shoulder before enveloping me in his arms. That was the moment I surrendered to sleep. Utterly satisfied.
