When my hips shift beneath him, grinding upward in silent desire, he growls low in his throat, and my dick twitches at the primal sound, cum leaking onto my stomach.
He takes it as the surrender it is and begins to move, withdrawing until only his flared crown stretches my rim, before thrusting back in with a deliberate, punishing slowness that forces me to feel every thick inch claiming me.
The rhythm he sets is torturous, cruel in its deliberate restraint, each withdrawal leaving me empty and aching before he fills me again with agonizing slowness. His cock drags over my prostate with every stroke, sending jolts of electricity through my body that threaten to shatter my composure.
I turn into the pillow, teeth sinking into the silky material as I fight to swallow the desperate, brokensounds clawing up my throat. My body betrays me anyway, inner walls clenching around him, slick and hungry, as tears of frustration gather at the corners of my eyes.
Rowan’s hand catches my chin, turning my face back to his. “No. Let your voice out.”
He releases my wrists and shifts his hips, the new angle driving his thick length deeper, the flared head of his cock dragging across my prostate. My back arches off the bed as a raw, guttural sound rips from my throat, half sob, half plea.
Rowan’s lips curl into a predatory smile as sweat glistens on his furrowed brow. “There it is.”
He withdraws to the tip before slamming back in, the force shoving me up the mattress. Another cry escapes me, higher and more desperate, my fingers clawing at his sweat-slicked shoulders as my body surrenders to his claiming.
“That’s it,” he encourages, increasing his pace. “Give me those sounds you’ve been holding back.”
My body betrays me with each thrust, my hips rising to meet him, my cock leaking so much pre-cum onto my stomach that it slithers down my sides. The pleasure builds, coiling tighter at the base of my spine with each drag of his length inside me. I fight it,trying to detach, to retreat into my head where I can maintain control.
Rowan senses my withdrawal, and he grips my hips, angling my body so each thrust strokes my prostate. The sensation borders on too much to process, and my hands fly to his back, nails digging into his skin.
“Stay with me,” he demands, his rhythm never faltering. “Right here. Right now.”
The steady, relentless pace breaks something loose inside me. Each thrust pushes me closer to an edge I’ve never allowed myself to approach, let alone fall over. My thighs tremble around his waist, my breath coming in short pants that might be his name or might be pleas or might be curses. I can’t tell anymore.
“Let go,” Rowan rumbles, the vibration traveling through my body. “You’re safe here with me, so just let go, precious.”
My head falls back, throat exposed as a sound rips from me that I’ve never allowed myself to let out before. High and desperate, it fills the soundproof room, bouncing off the walls and returning to my ears as if it belongs to someone else. My body arches beneath Rowan, spine curving up to press my chest to his, seeking contact and friction and heat.
“There you are,” he breathes, his mouth hot on my neck. “Give me more.”
His hips drive forward with renewed purpose, each thrust stoking the fire in my core. The pressure inside me builds to an unbearable pitch, and I claw at his back, nails leaving raised welts on his skin. My legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back as I try to pull him deeper, harder, closer.
Another thrust hits my prostate, and a sob breaks free from my chest. Tears trail hot paths down my temples to dampen the pillow beneath my head. I can’t stop them, can’t control them, can’t do anything but feel as Rowan continues his relentless pace.
“Rowan,” I cry out, his name torn from my throat on a broken moan. “Please. It’s too much.”
The plea echoes in the room, a sound I’ve never allowed myself in our hurried couplings in alleys and on kitchen counters. Those had been transactions, exchanges of pleasure for immediate relief. This is surrender, a free fall into sensation without the safety net of control I’ve clung to my entire life.
“I’ve got you,” Rowan murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you come apart for me.”
His words send another surge of heat through myveins. One of his hands slides between our bodies to wrap around my neglected dick, providing the friction I crave. The dual sensations of his hand on my length and his cock driving into me push me closer to the edge, my body tightening around him.
“Look at me,” he commands, his rhythm never faltering. “I want to see you come.”
It takes effort to focus, to drag my heavy lids open and meet his intense stare. His mouth hovers close to mine, inhaling each of my gasps and cries.
“So beautiful,” he praises, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head of my dick. “So perfect for me.”
The words sink into places inside me that have never been touched, cracks forming in walls I built years ago and reinforced daily. Rowan’s thrusts increase in speed, in force, his hand matching the rhythm as he drives me toward the edge.
“Come for me,” he urges, rough with exertion. “Let go, precious. Fall apart around me.”
The tension that’s been building in my core snaps, and pleasure crashes through me in a wave so powerful it steals my breath, my vision, my thoughts. My body convulses around him, inner muscles clenching as my dick pulses in his hand, painting my stomach and chest with ropes of hot release.
A scream tears from my throat, loud andunrestrained, filling the room as my climax seems to go on forever. Rowan’s stare never leaves mine, watching every second of my undoing with an intensity that strips me bare.
His hips stutter, losing their smooth rhythm as my body squeezes around him. With a guttural groan, he thrusts deep, holding himself there as he finds his own release. The pulse of him inside me, the hot flood of cum filling my channel, triggers aftershocks that ripple through my over-sensitized body, bringing on a wave of fresh tears.
