I pulled my fingers free and positioned myself at her entrance. But I didn't thrust in. Not yet.
"Who do you belong to?" I asked.
She looked up at me and I almost lost my cool at that moment. There were no signs of fear or shame. She was confident when she said…
"You."
Mhm… "Say my name."
"Mikhail. I belong to my husband."
"Damn right." I thrust inside in one hard stroke, filling her completely. "Mine. All fucking mine."
I started moving deeply, each thrust deliberate and possessive. My mouth found her neck again, biting and sucking, adding more marks to the collection.
“And I’m yours, baby. See how hard you make me?” I stroked her deeper, making her take all of me. “Show me what you’re going to do with it, baby.”
Shanice rolled her hips, changing the angle, sucking me into her. I hissed when she began fucking me back, bouncing into each stroke and covering me with her sweetness.
"You feel so good," I groaned against her skin. "So tight. So perfect. Made for my dick."
"Yes," she gasped. "God, yes."
I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, holding her in place while I fucked her. My other hand wrapped around her throat again, feeling her pulse racing beneath my palm. That only encouraged her behavior. She milked me with her body, drawing my own arousal closer.
"You love this, don't you?" I growled. "Love being pinned down. Controlled. Owned. Fucking me back and owning this dick."
"Yes, I love it. Love how good you feel."
"Tell me you love being owned by me."
"I love being owned by you," she sobbed. "I love belonging to you. I love everything you do to me. What I’m doing to you. This… What we do…"
Her words sent me higher, made me fuck her harder. I released her throat and moved my hand to her breast, tweaking her nipple, adding more pressure as it built inside me.
She cried out, clenching around me.
"That's it. Come for me again. Show me how good I make you feel."
She did, her whole body shaking with the force of it. And I kept going, kept fucking her through it, chasing my own release. When I felt it building, I leaned down and nibbled her shoulder. Then nipped her hard. Marking her one more time.
"I'm going to fill you up," I groaned. "Going to pump you so full of my cum you'll be dripping for days."
"Please," she begged. "Please, Mikhail."
I came with a roar, my release spilling deep inside her. I ground against her, making sure every drop stayed where it belonged.
When the last wave passed, I stayed buried inside her, not ready to leave. Unable to break the connection.
"Roll over," I commanded.
She did, and I followed, keeping myself inside her. Now she was on her stomach, and I was covering her back, still deep inside.
I gathered her hair and moved it aside, exposing the back of her neck. Then I sucked on her there too, adding another mark.
"Mine," I growled against her skin. "Every fucking inch of you is mine."
"Yours," she whimpered. "All yours."
