Thrust. “It’s mine to fucking ruin.” Thrust. “Now be a good girl—stuffed full and crying for more.”
It’s the deep thrusts combined with dirty talk that makes me a wanton mess. I am almost there when he pulls out, leaving me utterly bewildered.
I sit up, blinking, not knowing what happened. Only to see that smug look on his face.
“Were you trying to steal an orgasm? You come when I tell you to and not a second sooner.”
“Cruel,” I whine, falling back and accepting my fate.
I guess I found an area where my charm doesn’t work on him.
And that makes me burn even hotter.
18
MIKAIL
From the moment I understood the world I was born into, I knew heaven was unattainable. But her hot pussy makes me believe I am in paradise. She grips me so well that I want to live inside her and never resurface. The pleasure is exquisite and just as decadent as my need to possess her luscious body.
A groan tumbles out of my mouth, making me want to keep her in my bed and never let her go.
She clutches the sheet, lost in the haze of pleasure, eyes glassy.
I want to drive her as crazy as she makes me feel. I strive for control in every aspect of my life. But even now as I control her body, she holds the reins, leaving me to grasp onto flimsy ropes.
I want to consume her, take her apart, and put her back together—mold her to me until nothing could ever separate us.
Only I will see her abandoning herself to the throes of passion. The decision seals my life. I’d rather be dead than let anyone else have her. It’s final. She’s mine. To love and fuck into oblivion.
Her eyes roll in her sockets as I continue my assault on her body, bringing her to the edge repeatedly. I would kill anyone who would ever make her cry, but fuck, I must be a sick bastard relishing in her tears as I take her.
Licking her face, I rasp, “Cry for me, my beautiful baby girl. Let me see what my cock does to you.”
“Please, let me come.” Her sweet plea almost undoes me, but I want her to learn to come on my command, knowing the pleasure will feel incredible.
I want to see that mindless look where there’s nothing on her mind. No past, no worries, no thoughts.
“Not yet. Be my good girl and hold it in,” I tell her, just like I remind myself.
She bites her lip so hard she might draw blood.
“Don’t break the skin or you won’t like the consequences,” I warn her.
She rolls her eyes at me, my spoiled girl, but nods, making me so proud of her.
In this moment, I am her god, and God knows, everywhere else she’s my only faith. The belief I will die defending, like it’s the only true religion.
Switching from hard and fast to slow and deliberate, feeding her my cock inch by inch until she cries out, begging for a release. She thrashes in the sheets, her head snapping from side to side—delirious.
I pinch her clit and then rub it in gentle circles, causing her chest to arch before she drops onto the bed.
“You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you.”
I continue edging her until she might pass out, but I still have things planned for her.
I bend over her, dragging her bottom lip through my teeth. “Come.”
She explodes, constricting so hard, her pussy might decapitate my cock. A pleasure like nothing I’ve ever experienced before rushes through me, and I go blind for a second.
