I shudder violently, that sound alone nearly sending me soaring off the edge.
I’ve never been with a guy who’s even half as vocal as he is, and I’m almost shocked he hands them out so freely. They’re as dangerous as his laugh and make me absolutely feral.
Instead of shutting him up, I’ve only made it worse, but I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. I’m hooked, intent on pulling more of those sounds out of him.
“This is all mine, too?” I ask breathlessly, dutifully ignoring how the possibility alone makes my heart flutter. I expect him to resist just as I do, but somehow, he never fails to surprise me.
“Fuck, yes, baby. All yours,” he groans, giving me ownership without a second thought, not a single moment of hesitation. And goddamn, I can see why he’s so addicted—the confirmation sends a surge of pleasure straight to my core.
And I feel…happy.
His body trembles, and he starts to lose control.
Until the chair suddenly jerks back, his weight sending the wheels gliding across the floor, causing us both to startle, followed by his growl of frustration.
“Fuck it,” he snarls, and removes his hand again, still taking care not to spill the small pool in his palm.
“Kell—” He takes his weight off the chair and grips my throat instead, prompting me to release him.
“Open your mouth,” he snaps impatiently.
Reflexively, I do, expecting him to direct me to his cock. Instead, he tips his other hand over my parted lips and pours my release into my mouth.
My eyes widen, and he squeezes my throat harder. “Don’t swallow it.”
I don't know why, but I listen. I’m disoriented when he grabs my waist and lifts me into his arms. It’s instinct to wrap around him, at a loss for what’s happening until he slams me against my door harshly. I yelp then nearly scream when he grabs my ass to shift me up an inch, only to slam me down on his length, though the sounds are restricted to my throat with all the liquid in my mouth.
“Fuuck,” he groans while I stop breathing.
It burns as he stretches my pussy, ruthless in his endeavors as heshoves himself inside me. And with one final push, he bottoms out.
I groan low in my throat, my head thumping back against the door.
“Uh-uh,” he admonishes, his voice guttural. “That cum is mine. Give it back.”
He roughly pinches my cheeks and crushes his lips over mine. I operate on instinct alone, so when he opens for me, I push the liquid into his mouth with my tongue.
He growls, and his hand releases my cheeks to dive into my hair, fisting it tightly as he begins to fuck me. I follow suit and tangle my fingers into his strands, our moans clashing as we lick my cum off one another’s tongues. The kiss is sloppy but insanely hot, both of us too turned on to care about being controlled.
He pounds into me, our skin clapping and the door rattling with each thrust while I clutch him. Renewed pleasure seizes my core, far more intense than before.
I lose myself in the heat and passion, utterly consumed by him. Within moments, we become frantic. He releases my hair to drop his hand back down to my ass, now using both hands to bounce me on his cock while I claw at him all over, unable to settle on just one area. From his hair, to his neck, to his shoulders and chest, I’m so desperate for the orgasm he’s denied me several times now that it’s making me anxious.
He fucks me too hard for either of us to continue to kiss without our teeth knocking, but we stay close, our parted lips brushing and gliding as we moan into one another’s mouths.
My stomach clenches as the ecstasy mounts until my eyes are rolling again. Pressure builds in my bladder, and my lungs tighten, making it harder to breathe as the orgasm rises.
“Kellan.” His name comes out as an alarmed whimper, as if we’re in a car speeding straight toward the side of a bridge. “Please make me come, please make me come,” I chant anxiously.
He snarls, his teeth gritted as he bites out, “You have five fucking seconds, Reverie, or I come without you.”
Then, he reaches between our bodies and pinches my clit harshly—the perfect blend of pain and pleasure to break me apart.
My scream is sharp and strangled as I shatter around him, my inner walls contracting around him so hard, it strangles his cock.
“Fuck!”
He slams into me one final time before stilling, flooding me with his cum.His moans are stilted, and they come out like a skipping record player. His knees waver, and we drop a few inches before he catches himself and pins me against the door, barely able to keep the two of us from collapsing.
