“Say it, Tally.” He slips a finger between my thighs. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I moan as he pushes inside.
He withdraws immediately and slaps my ass cheek. Not hard, but it startles me.
I shriek, and suddenly he’s blanketing my body with his, lips at my ear, voice shaking as he growls, “I can’t fuck you if you can’t stay quiet, Tally.”
“I’ll be good.”
He kisses my cheek. “Promise me.”
“I promise.”
“Good girl. You’re so fucking sweet.” He lifts his head, eyes meeting mine in the mirror across the room. “Promise you’ll always be mine.” The same desperation I feel is echoed in his voice and his gaze.
“I’ll always be yours,” I whisper.
I turn my head, trying to reach his lips, but like everything else, he’s just out of reach.
“I want to feel you.” He bites the shell of my ear, cock rubbing against me. “I need you.”
“I need you, too,” I whimper and press my ass against him.
He slips a hand under my cheek and turns until his lips touch the corner of my mouth as the head nudges my entrance. “Tell me if this isn’t okay. Tell me if you’re not okay with this.”
It takes me a moment to catch up. He wants to go bare. And I’m so frantic for any piece of him, that I’ll take whatever he’s willing to give. “It’s okay. I just need you in me.”
He groans with relief as he pushes inside. Filling me. Pressing me into the mattress as he bottoms out. “You feel so fucking good, kitten. You always feel so fucking good.” He nuzzles my neck. “I can’t get enough. I’ll never have enough.”
I bite the inside of my cheek and whimper softly.
Phillip tips my chin and presses his cheek to mine as our eyes meet in the reflection across the room. “Your parents will be back any minute.”
I clench and shudder as he rolls his hips, fear and pleasure merging.
“You’re being so good.” He kisses my cheek. “You feel so good.” His hips pull back and he slides back in. “I want you to come for me.”
“Oh God.” I grip the comforter and bite my lip to stifle another moan.
“And as soon as they walk through the door, I’ll fill you with my cum. I wish I could watch it drip down the inside of your pretty legs, but then I’d never get to do it again,” he laments. “I’d never get to keep you if they knew the truth.” He pumps into me, the bed creaking with every rough thrust. “You’re not their good girl anymore, are you, kitten?” He kisses my neck. “You’re mine.”
It feels like neither of us is really here. We’re bodies moving, panted breaths, desperately seeking a connection we can’t hold on to.
I say the words and try to make them true. “I’m yours.”
“Mine.” He props himself up on one arm, the other sliding under my hip. He slips his hand inside my panties and rubs circles on my sensitive clit. “Tell me again. Say it, Tallulah.”
“Only yours,” I whisper.
“All of you. Every part.” His lips brush my cheek, hot eyes locked on mine. “Any second now, they’ll walk through the door.”
“Phillip,” I whimper.
“I need you to come for me. I need you,” he begs.
My stomach tightens, and sensation rockets through me as I unravel. Phillip covers my mouth with his, swallowing my moan. His hips slap my ass, hard and fast, the bed groaning with the force. If they walk through the door now, they’ll know. He pushes in deep and goes rigid above me, a snarl of satisfaction humming against my lips.
He lies there for a moment, his full weight pressing me into the bed. The sound of Hubert barking outside my window, which faces the front of the house, has him quickly withdrawing.
