"That's it," he murmured against me. "Stop thinking. Just feel."
I came with a gasp, my thighs clamping around his head. He worked me through it, then kissed his way up my body.
"Shower?" he asked.
"No time." I glanced at the clock. "I have to be downstairs in an hour."
"So we have an hour."
"Olek—"
He silenced me with a kiss, rolling me beneath him. I could feel him hard and ready against my thigh.
"I need you," he said simply.
Those three words. He said them at least three times a day now, and every time they made my chest ache.
"Then take me."
He did. No preamble, no teasing. Just one hard thrust that seated him fully inside me. I was sore—always was these days—but the stretch felt good. Felt right. He fucked me hard and fast, his hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back so he could bite my neck.
"Mine," he growled. "Say it."
"Yours." The words came easily now. Too easily. "I'm yours."
"Damn right." His thrusts got harder, more erratic. "Going to come inside you. Fill you up so deep." He planted himself, filling me with his seed. He always finished inside me. Even if I sucked him.
"Yes!"
He slammed into me one last time and came with a groan, his shaft pulsing deep inside me. The feeling of him filling me, claiming me, sent me over the edge again. We collapsed together, breathing hard.
"That's two before breakfast," he said, satisfied. "New record."
I laughed and pushed at his chest. "When will you get tired of that silly game?"
"You love it."
I did. God help me, I did. He pulled out slowly, and I felt his cum start to leak out of me. Before I could move, he was there with his fingers, pushing it back inside.
"Don't waste it," he murmured.
"Olek," he was obsessed with keeping his seed in me. I was grateful for the birth control, but I also knew we were playing with fire.
"Humor me." He kissed me slowly. "I like the idea of you walking around with me inside you all day."
Heat flooded my face. It shouldn't turn me on—this possessive, caveman behavior. But it did. Everything about him did. I looked at his cock, still half-hard and glistening with our mixed fluids. An idea formed.
"Let me clean you up," I said.
His eyes went dark. "Baby girl."
I pushed him onto his back and settled between his legs. His shaft twitched when I wrapped my hand around it.
"You don't have to do that."
I shut him up by taking him in my mouth.
He groaned, his hand immediately fisting my hair. "Fuck. Your mouth feels so damn good."
