“You take my cock so well.” The words add another layer of pleasure on top of the slap of skin against skin. “Like you were made for it. Made for me.”
“I was made for you.” I can no longer contain the rapidly mounting pleasure. My arms give out, my cheek pressing into the carpet as he continues pounding into me. The new angle hits deep inside, drawing cries from my lips with each thrust.
The bliss spirals tighter, a coil winding past the point of snapping.
He pulls out, leaving me tottering on the edge.
Before I can protest the loss, he lifts me up and tosses me onto the bed, the soft mattress a stark contrast to the rough rug.
I bounce once and settle, gazing up at him through a haze of desire.
He stands at the edge of the bed, his body powerful and intimidating in the dim light. His cock juts out, slick with my arousal, and I lick my lips unconsciously. He tracks the movement, his expression darkening with renewed hunger.
“What position should you be in?”
I want to say, “Kneeling,” but that’s not whathewants.
The answer springs to my lips. “Face down, ass up.”
He grants me a slow, approving smile. “That’s my good girl.”
My core clenches as I roll over and position myself as instructed. The sheets cool my overheated skin, providingmomentary relief that does nothing to dampen the raging fire inside me.
The bed dips as he kneels behind me.
His hands smooth over my ass with an almost reverent touch. “Beautiful.”
I flush at the simple praise.
Then he’s pushing inside me again, the slide easier now but no less intense.
His groan rips from his chest. “Fuck, Chloe. You feel so good.”
The use of my name—myrealname, not “good girl” or some other endearment—hits me hard. Despite the chaos and the danger and my erratic behavior, I’m still me. And we share a genuine connection between us.
I, Chloe Jane Davidson, choose this. To follow his orders and share this experience with him.
He moves slowly at first before building to that same relentless rhythm. One hand slips around me to find my clit.
I’m hovering on the edge of another orgasm when his finger circles my asshole.
My muscles tense. Do I want this?
I’ve said no before. Afraid it would hurt and turn me into a kind of woman I’m not…
Except, maybe I am.
I relax as he pushes the tip inside.
Even that little bit overwhelms me in the best possible way.
With his cock stuffing my pussy and the head of his finger breaching my ass in tandem, the climbing pressure becomes almost unbearable.
But I have no desire to stop.
I crave everything he can give me. I wriggle my butt against him, and he obliges my silent request by working his finger in and out alongside his cock.
I’ve never felt so completely possessed, so utterly claimed. In this moment, every part of me belongs to him.
