For him.
His cock pulses inside me, stretching me wide and filling me so fucking deep there’s no space left inside me that isn’t filled by him. My nails bite into his shoulders, desperate, needing to hold onto something solid because he’s unraveling me from the inside out.
Koen’s eyes bore into mine, his gaze dark like he’s watching every inch of me struggle to take him and fucking loving it. He thrusts hard, dragging a sharp moan from me.
Then his hand is at my throat.
My breath catches, my body going still as he applies just enough pressure to make me gasp again.
“Color?”
I grip the wrist of the hand he’s holding me with and feel how he’s ready to let go if I say so, but I quickly rasp, “Green.”
“Good girl.” His grip tightens slightly, just enough to make my pulse spike, sending a sharp bolt of awareness through me. His other thumb presses against my clit, rubbing slow, tight circles, dragging me right back to the edge.
I whimper, my body instantly reacting, nerve endings sparking like live wires, even if I feel more than spent.
“Now, I’m going to give you my cum.” The pressure of his hand on my throat sends heat crashing through me. “I want it dripping out of you,” he grits out, thrusting harder, deeper, hitting that spot inside me that makes me fall apart and lose myself completely.
I can’t think. Can’t breathe. Can’t do anything except take it.
And God, does he give it to me.
I moan helplessly, holding onto his wrist while pleasure lashes through me in hot waves as he drives into me, owning me with every thrust. Then his grip tightens just enough that I see stars.
A shock of heat explodes in my belly, my muscles locking up. I’m nothing but sensation. Nothing but want. Nothing but him.
“That’s it.” His thumb never falters on my clit, his other hand keeping me still above him. “Let me feel you fall apart on my cock.”
I shake my head, words slipping away, my body already too sensitive, already past the edge.
“I can’t, Koen, I already came.”
Twice.
I’m spent. I can’t take any more. I can’t?—
“You can.” His grip on my throat tightens for half a second, just enough to make me fully register that he’s still in control. “Color?”
“Green.”
“Then do what you’re told, precious.”
His voice.
The steady pressure.
The unrelenting rhythm of his cock driving into me. It’s too much. My body locks up, every muscle tightening, my world narrowing to the only thing that matters right now.
Him.
A cry rips from my throat as I shatter around him, this orgasm different from the others, messier, wilder, untethered.
Just pure, blinding release.
My walls clamp down, clenching around his cock, milking him, pulling him under with me. His hips snap up one last time, a ragged groan breaking from his chest as he gives in, his body bowing beneath me.
Koen curses as his cock pulses, branding me with everything he has to give.
