‘My arse, Ax,’ I gasp. ‘Please. Fuck my arse. Make it yours.’
He shudders behind me, a curse tangled up in his breath, and I wonder if I’ve shocked him. Hell, I’ve shocked myself. Saying it. Wanting it. Knowing what it means. Letting this chance of a baby go. But the nerves waking under his thumb, the nerves that’ll come alive when his cock stretches me further…
‘Please, Ax,’ I push back, taking his thumb deeper, his cock pressing harder.
‘Patience, Baby Girl.’
He forces me back down against the counter, palm firm at my lower back as he pulls out, emptying me in one swift move, and I miss him instantly. His cock. His thumb.Him.
‘I’m gonna savour this.’
He drags his slick length through my cleft, spreading ourcombined heat over my skin. More oil follows. It trickles down my crack, my pussy, my thighs, making me tremble and beg.
‘Please… Ax. Please.’
‘You’re lethal when you beg.’
He spanks me again, and I bite down on my lip, breath rasping through my nose.
‘Even more when you wear my mark.’
He strokes away the sting, fingers soft –too soft– and I thrust back, greedy for more.
He laughs softly. ‘Impatient too. Is this what you want?’
The head of his cock presses against the tight hole and I gasp. Too big. Impossible. I’ll?—
‘Relax, Baby Girl, relax.’
He rocks, teasing, coaxing me wider, inch by inch. The sound that leaves me is barely human: a long, tiny mew. My cheek burns against the marble, my breath fogging the gold-flecked surface, every pant getting shorter, louder… the pressure building into something blinding.
‘You’re so tight. So damn tight.’
The world narrows to sensation: cool stone, slick heat, the obscene fullness of him inside me. My kitchen gleams around us, bright, creamy perfection, and we’re fucking like rabbits all over it. Tainting it. Dirtying it.
And I love it. Love this.
‘You feel so fucking good, Ax. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.’
He drives in harder, his hand slipping between my thighs, finding my swollen clit, and I know I’m done for. He rolls it, tweaks it, and I’m gone, pleasure crashing so violently, I can’t tell if I’m rising or falling, only that I’m lost when it breaks.
My cry ricochets off the tiles, and he follows, body locking tight as he pulses wildly inside me, hot seed shooting deep.
‘Fuck!’ he grits out, jerking, groaning, lifting me up against him as we ride the wave together.
‘You can say that again,’ I murmur, hooking my hands behind his head to hold him near.
He kisses my hair, my ear, my throat – sweet little kisses that belie the end I know is coming.
Just as it always does.
‘Are you okay?’ he asks, and I give him the smile I’ve come to perfect.
‘Are you seriously asking me that after making me come so hard, I think I saw into next week?’
He chuckles, the look in his eye making my chest ache as he eases out. I want to stop him. Pull him back. Say?—
Ping.
