“Promise?” His face was so flushed he looked practically sunburned.
God, he was fucking hot as hell.
Fuck it.
He wanted it rough, that’s exactly what he was going to get. I wasn’t in the business to deny him anything, especially pleasure-wise.
My hand fit around his neck perfectly, his pupils blowing wide when I squeezed. “Go on, then. Take what you want.”
There was absolutely no pain that radiated through me as Blake lifted himself up and then slammed back down onto my hips, practically bruising us both in the process. I was sure that by tomorrow morning, after the adrenaline from this, along with whatever bonding chemicals were racing through my veins, finally dissipated, I’d feel every little muscle twinge in agony.
It would all be worth it. Every little ache and pain I’d feel for the next few days would be a stark reminder as to how good fucking Blake felt. HowfinallyI had him right where I wanted him. Where I needed tokeephim.
His neck flexed under my hand as he swallowed and moaned, making it easy for me to readjust just enough to find his pulse point and drive my thumb into it. His skin burned against mine, a fire boiling to the surface.
Seeing him finally out of his funk from the past week nearly brought tears to my eyes.Thiswas the Blake I knew and cared for—who I’d fallen for. The man I wanted as mine for as long as he’d let me keep him. I didn’t want him to fall back into that sad and depressive state and would do fucking anything to prevent that from ever happening again.
Cum drooled from his tip, wetting my belly with each thrust. His rhythm stuttered when I clapped my hand against his ass cheek, hard enough to sting me right back. More cum leaked out of him, pooling on my skin.
“Oh.”Tears were wetting his lashes again, but this time for a much better reason than regret.
I pressed my thumb against his pulse point, cutting it off just enough to send that rush of endorphins racing through his body before letting up. He gasped and grabbed onto my wrist, steadying himself.
I bucked my hips up into him, drawing my good leg up to plant into the mattress to help me drive my dick deeper inside his tight heat.
So, so fucking good.
With each pass of my tip gliding along the inside of him and hitting his prostate, he quivered in my hold. He met me with each thrust, driving himself down until all that was separating us was a thin piece of latex that felt like it was barely able to keep up with us. Wetness gathered between our bodies, whetherfrom sweat, lube, or blood, I couldn’t tell and I was much too preoccupied with the blissed-out expression on Blake’s face to care.
I slapped his wandering hand away the second it began to reach down to fist around his weeping cock. “No.”
He whined back.
“Mine.” I teased his pulse point with my thumb once more. “Behave.”
He was so damn lovely this fucked up on my cock. Out of his mind with nothing but the burning need for me to keep fucking him until he was too far gone to even remember his name. I couldn’t wait to explore all of it with him, his kinks, what got him off the quickest, how long I could torture him until he begged for mercy. We had so much damn time for it all.
He exploded in my hand the moment I got it wrapped around him, his hips jerking while cum painted us both. I squeezed his neck until his mouth dropped open and his eyes rolled into the back of his head, letting up right before he passed out on me completely.
The second his body swayed forward, I lowered him right back down to curl against my chest, tucking his face against my neck and keeping my hand cupped around the back of his head while spreading his cheeks with my other.
“Marlow.” My name whimpered like that had me ramming into him, jostling the bed under us until it knocked into the wall. “More. Feels so, so good...”
Ah, fuck.
My spine tingled from the praise, spoken so sweetly it was like a prayer.
“So good,” he whispered in my ear, his lips brushing along the shell of it.
Two strokes and I was done for, coming so hard inside of it that I wouldn’t be surprised if the condom split in two. My backarched, two places popping right above my tailbone that relieved whatever pressure had been building there instantly. Blake held onto me for dear life, a soft sigh leaving him the moment I relaxed back into the mattress.
He was perfect.All of thiswas perfect. Sex only solidified my resolve from earlier in convincing him to stay with me permanently.
How in the world could I give any of this up after three months?
How could I let him walk out of my life once I was healed and better?
The short answer was that I couldn’t.
