“Whose pussy is this?” he insists.
My whole body responds. I’m tingling.
I shut my eyes. Even the hint of humiliation is extra sparks. “Yours.”
“Look at me.”
“So demanding.” I try to be bratty, but it sounds admiring, and I open my eyes and stare up at him. Naked, glorious.
“You’re going to give me this pussy. I’ll fuck you so well you’ll never want to leave.”
All the air goes from the room. I already want to stay with him. I am head over heels for this man.
“It’s mine now,” he states, low and intense.
Slowly, I nod. Because lying to yourself isn’t healthy.
“Yes,” I whisper, and Blake smiles.
I’m on the kingpin’s bed. Hands cuffed above my head. Totally nude. My legs spread open, my pussy bared.
I can’t move. I’ve never been more exposed. My clit throbs.
And Blake, Blake stands above me, a small smile hitching at the corners of his mouth, and his green eyes roaming over my naked body. But returning to my face every few seconds.
I’m his.
His expression reflects everything I feel.
Joy. Wonder. Lust.
And something I’m terrified might be love.
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BLAKE
This sweet girl. I don’t think she realises that despite being handcuffed to my bed, she holds my heart—hot, bloody, beating—in her hands.
I need her so much.
It’s overwhelming.
Seeing her in real life has released something feral in me. The desire to claim her, rut her, fuck her until she sees we’re meant to be. Put a baby in her, and make her mine.
I’ve never felt like this.
Though the exposed slick ribbon of flesh between her legs is tempting, I return to her perfect tits. I lie on top of her, my rigid cock pressed into the covers and her open pussy getting my abs wet.
I groan.
Fuck, her skin is so sweet and soft as I press my mouth to the dip between her breasts. The plush pink nipples are pebbled for me, and she can’t do anything but moan and squirm. I kiss first, letting my stubble rasp over the delicate skin so she gasps. Then nibbles. I explore the whole area of her chest, as though I haven’t been dreaming of having her nipple in my mouth. As though I’m not salivating for her.
“So pretty. I’ve been desperate for this,” I say against her nipple.
“Blake, I…” She doesn’t finish that sentence.
I hum an understanding response, and lick over one sensitive bud, then the other, relishing each. She’s so lovely, her skin pinkening as I move back and forth between her breasts. I’m greedy for all of her, mouthful by mouthful.
