Reality shifts and distorts as my eyes squeeze and I jerk, coming with such violence all the muscles in my body stiffen. My convulsions are so intense I’m surprised they don’t hurt Dorian. His thrusts speed and turn harsher, jerkier, until he goes still inside of me, also finding his own release. I feel warmth bathe my channel as he spills himself inside me, and my clenching muscles seem to pull his seed deep.
Thank fuck I’m on birth control. My body seems primed and ready for him ineveryway; if I weren’t on the pill, I wouldn’t be surprised if I fell pregnant, even just from a single night with him.
He rocks into me a few more times, leaning over me to press a kiss to the nape of my neck. “Very good, Mira.Sucha good girl for me. Fuck, I love the way you feel, the way you sound.” He strokes his fingers over the small of my back as he slowly pulls out, and I feel a rush of warmth drip out of me as I bathe in his praise.
He flips me over to my back and kisses me deeply. “I’m going to have this pussy often,” he murmurs. “Daily—severaltimes daily if time permits. And I won’t be sharing it,ever. Are we understood?”
I nod.
“Good girl.” He kisses my neck, taking the skin between his lips and sucking hard enough that I’m sure he’ll leave a mark. I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m covered in bruises of his making.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” I breathe. “JesusChrist, are you even human?”
Dorian chuckles, an amused sound brimming with masculine satisfaction. “You’re amazing for my ego. Thank you, baby.”
He gathers me in his arms and stands, taking me to the shower. I’m still feeling pretty limp and boneless from my three orgasms, so I’m grateful when he keeps me upright in the shower with an arm banded around my waist and washes my body with a deep-seated reverence. He takes his time running his soapy hands over every dip, valley, and contour of my form. He massages my head gently, making me moan with pleasure, and kisses along my neck as he rinses me off.
I could definitely get used to princess treatment like this from him. If we stay together, I expect I might actually get used to it and become a bit spoiled.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, slipping his hands between my legs and rubbing his fingers over my pussy. I hiss and wince a little—I’m sore from his ministrations, but I also feel incredibly, deeply satisfied.
“Sore but good,” I breathe, rising on my toes as he cups me hard. His middle finger strokes over my clit, and I squirm. “Dorian—”
“Give me one more,” he says, pressing my back firmly to his chest. “Just one more, Mira. I fuckinglovewatching you come. I lovemakingyou come.”
I grip his arm with my hands, digging my fingernails in. “Dorian, I don’t know if I can—”
“You can,” he encourages, rubbing my clit with his middle and index finger. “I know you can. You’re capable of a lot more than you think, Mira. You can take it.” He kisses my neck. “Come for me again. Be my good girl—”
His words set me off. I jerk as I come, scratching his arm, wriggling my ass against his cock, which starts to harden against me. Even though I’m spent and exhausted, ready to go back to sleep, I can’t deny my growing desire. The orgasm is wonderful, but after having Dorian inside me, I think I’ve caught an addiction. I want him to come inside me, even though I’m pretty sure I’m too tired to come again.
I brace my hands on the tile wall and push my ass against him, making a clear invitation. I hear Dorian’s breath catch over the sound of the shower—I guess he wasn’t expecting me to offer myself up to him so soon. Maybe he’s aware that he has a vagina-destroyer dangling between his legs—whatever the case, he doesn’t hesitate to take me up on my offer. He grips my hip with one hand, using the other to guide his thick length inside me. We both groan at the same time, and I rest my forehead against the wall, trying to breathe through the stretch of his intrusion. I think it’ll take a while before I’m used to his size. If heplans on fucking me every day like he promised to a few minutes ago, it might not be too long.
Besides, Ilikethe bite of pain. I’m not a masochist by any stretch of the imagination, but I like knowing that I’ll feel twinges to remind me of this long after he pulls out.
“You good?” he asks.
I release a moan in response; he lets out a harsh chuckle. “Hold on, baby. This is going to be quick and rough.”
He makes good on his promise, fucking me with short, harsh strokes that tickle me in all the best ways. One of his hands grips my breast, while the other snakes lower, zeroing in on my clit.
I gasp,waytoo sensitive to be played with again. “Dorian, no—”
“Either use your safeword or fucking take it.”
I don’t even have to think about it. I don’t think I’ll ever use my safeword unless I’m well and truly done, and while I’m stretched a bit thin, I’m not there yet. He’s set new limits for what I’m capable of taking.
Defeated, I slump forward and let him have his way with me. After a few more strokes, he gathers my hands in his grip and fixes them behind me, holding them tightly at the small of my back. My upper body is left sagging against the shower wall while his other hand lavishes attention over my clit. I whimper, wriggle, shake my head, and beg him to ease up… and he doesn’t, which I absolutelylove. He just takes exactly what he wants, not giving me an option but to stand and accept it. I have no control, and it’s liberating.
“Come with me,” he orders. “Now.”
As if he’s the master of my body, I comply before my thoughts even catch up with his command. My orgasm is so intense I’d topple over if it weren’t for his grip on me, and he follows right behind me, letting out a loud groan as he comes.
“Now I’m dirty again, and I want to go back to sleep.”
Dorian releases a short laugh, pressing a kiss to my shoulder as he pulls out of me. “I’ll clean you up, and you’re welcome to go back to sleep. You’re too much of an early bird—it’s not even 7am.”
“You’rethe one who wokemeup this morning,” I remind him. I am an early bird, but he beat me to the punch today.
