He fists my hair and pulls my mouth to his as I take over and make quick work of his prep. Bash’s cock is so hard it weeps against my thigh as he rolls his hips.
“You’re mine,” he repeats, gentler this time. “He can’t have you.”
“No one has me but you,” I whisper.
“I hate that he has that memory, but I can promise you it’s all he’ll ever have. No one else will know what you look like on your knees, or how needy you are, or how you have to come at least twice before you’re satisfied.”
He kisses me again before he separates us, then rolls onto his hands and knees and arches his spine.
“So come on… let’s get yousatisfied.Take what you need.”
I groan as I kneel behind him and run my palms along his ass. The sight of his flexing, needy hole nearly makes me lose it on the spot, and my eye flutters closed as I line us up and drive forward.
He’s impossibly tight, molten-hot around me, and we both gasp as I sink in fully. I clamp my hands on his waist, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks, and pull back slowly before slamming in again.
A slightly manic laugh slips from my throat as pleasure coils low and vicious in my gut.
Bash glances over his shoulder, lips curved in a smug, filthy smirk. “Is the princesssensitive?” he teases, dripping with satisfaction and rocking back in a dare for me to lose control.
My hands tighten around his middle as I hold him in place, but Bash swivels his hips and makes me see stars. He fucks himself on my cock, and instead of fighting the pleasure, I give in to its demands. Skin slaps as I thrust into him with no rhythm, just pure carnal desire.
Air rushes into my lungs in a gasping inhale, and I don’t even have time to process as release barrels down my spine.
I shout his name as I come, and Bash doesn’t let up on his movements. My body is locked with the paralyzing pleasure, but he fucks me until I’m trembling.
Bash gives one final, heavy shudder as he crawls forward with my cum dripping down his thighs. His cock is rock hard as he scoops me up and drops me on the bed. I whine again as he strokes me a few more languid times, kissing along my hipbone.
“No one but me is ever going to know what you taste like, or how sensitive you are, or how to touch you just right so you can’t hold it in.”
He wraps his fingers around me with gentle pressure, and I let out a soft moan as my hips flex.
“What do you think, princess?” he asks, voice low. “Do you have one more in you?”
“Please,” I whine.
He drags a fingertip along my cock before slipping it into my opening at the base. Hazel eyes lift to mine, his breath ghosting over my damp skin in warm puffs.
“Gods, you’re wet. What would it feel like if I fucked you here?”
“Oh,fuck,” I gasp as he slips his finger deeper and adds another, the added pressure making my senses explode from the fullness. He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against me.
“I should make you hold your cock inside and slip mine in there, too. You’d be so fucking tight.”
“Bash!” I fist the sheets, my hips bucking involuntarily. Pressure is everywhere, and I imagine being full of him in that same way. The thought alone has me clenching around his fingers.
“Do it,” I gasp, thrusting against his hand.
“You’ve gotta get yourself under control first. Pull it inside.”
It takes a few deep breaths before I relax enough to heed the command, and my cock slides inside my body with a slick sensation that makes me shudder. Bash slips his two fingers back into my slit, watching my face for discomfort, but there’s only heady bliss.
He crawls up my frame and kisses me, shifting his hips until his cock sits between my legs.
“Please?” I beg, voice breaking with want.
“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”
I nod, but he waits for my words. “I swear I will,” I promise. “Get inside me, please?”
