He groans as my walls clamp around him. My head is spinning. Heat licks along my spine with every drag of his cock. It’s too much and yet not enough. I want to touch him, run my fingers through his hair. I want to look in his eyes as he plants himself inside my body like he owns it and watch him come apart because of me.
But I can’t move.
I can’t do anything but hold on to the last thread of sanity as he undoes everything I am.
I’m nothing more than a vessel to take him.
“Don’t stop.” I don’t know if he can understand my rasped words.
“I’ve got you.” His voice is hoarse, the words stuck between his thrusts.
My fingers ache, but I don’t let go of the stool. I’m his. My bones have dissolved. I’m soaked, trembling, and already fucking ruined.
My orgasm crests like a wave. It’s violent and relentless as it builds. The noises tearing out of me are primal. Tears burn down my cheeks as my body locks and then shatters.
It’s not soft or sweet. It’s pleasure wrapped in aching need and I cry out, moaning his name like a curse and a prayer rolled into one.
His pace stumbles and he lets out a guttural groan as he spills inside me.
I’m limp. Not breathing. Not thinking. Not even holding on anymore. I’m no longer inside my body. I’m floating above it, heat pouring off my skin like molten pleasure.
Complete and utter surrender.
Jensen stays buried inside me, breath hitching like he’s drowning. My head is heavy. I don’t have the strength to lift it, or do anything but lie here.
“You okay, baby?” I try to answer, I really do, but my tongue won’t work. “Hey, Mia? Talk to me.”
I wet my lips. “Mmhm.”
Was that a word?
He chuckles. “Thoroughly fucked and ruined. Have you lost the ability to speak, my little breeding goddess?”
When he slides out, it’s slow, like he doesn’t want to leave my heat. I whimper, my pussy trying to clamp around him to keep him there.
“I wish you could see my cum dripping out of you.” His hand trails close to the hot trickle dripping down my thighs.
He presses his fingers through my folds and slides them inside me.What is he doing?
“Jensen?”
“I don’t want you to waste it, beautiful. It needs to be inside you.” He kisses above my ass before he slips through our arousal again and pushes it back inside my pussy.
His cum. My wetness.
All of it.
It’s possession, protective. It’s fucking unhinged and I’m too dazed to do anything but lie there while he scoops every drop into me like this is a sacred breeding ritual.
“That’s it, baby. Keep it inside you. I want you to feel full of my cum until it makes your belly ache.”
My skin heats and my insides clench around the emptiness he’s left behind. Already, my body wants him again, even though I’m already aching, already sore.
He kisses my back, my thighs, every part of me that’s still trembling with aftershocks. “If you’re not pregnant after this, I’m going to have you on your back every morning, every afternoon, every fucking evening, until you are.”
And maybe I’m as unhinged as him because I hope I’m not, so that he can do this to me every fucking day.
THREE
