“Yes.” She looks worn out, but the lust in her eyes is evident. She’s not sated yet.
“What do you need?” I ask, dotting kisses on her lips.
“You.” She tightens her legs and wraps her arms around my neck.
I’m hers for the taking, the devouring, the destroying.
I lean forward, with Ellie latched onto me for dear life, and brace myself with one hand on the countertop, aligning us at the perfect angle. I thrust slowly, in and out, savoring her soft sighs and indulging in her pleasured moans. God, she feels good. Tight, wet, warm, euphoric.
“You’re perfect.” I punch deep inside her. “Perfectly made, just for me.”
She groans, sliding her hands into my hair. Her muscles contracting, squeezing me tight, driving the orgasm I’m fighting to control right up the fucking wall.
“Make me forget,” she pleads, undulating against me. “Make me forget everything but you.”
I grab her ass and slam into her. What my kitten wants, she gets.
“Oh, God yes!” She lifts her legs higher, giving me deeper access. I slam into her again, and again and again until she’s flooding with desire.
“More,” she demands, so more I give. Striking my hips over and over, our skin slapping together as her starving little pussy eats up every inch of my cock it can.
Wet, hot, branding arousal, that’s what she damns me with. Because I know no one will ever make me feel the things she does. No one will ever wield my emotions or satisfy the beast that hungers only for her. I need to keep her.
The relentless pounding and asphyxiating contractions of Ellie’s core causes my orgasm to spark at my tailbone. There’s no controlling it as it ignites up my spine.
“I’m going to fucking come,” I warn her.
“So am I!” she cries out, a rush of warm heat drenching my cock, spurring my orgasm to catch fire all over my body. We freefall together. A symphony of untamed, feral sounds echo around the room, bounce off the walls, and ricochet straight through my soul.
Holy fuck.
Did she feel it? Our connection, our link.You’re mine.
With ragged breaths I open my eyes and hold her tight. “Will you stay with me, Ellie?” I ask in desperation.“Would you wear my collar not because I forced you to, but because you wanted to?”
She pops her eyes open, her gaze the darkest I have ever seen, like I’m staring straight into an evergreen forest.
She searches my face with confliction on her own. I never find out her answer because someone starts pounding on the door.
“Fuck off!” I snarl, still staring right at Ellie. I need to know,will you stay?
“Amigo,” Javier’s voice penetrates through the door like a buzz-saw. Ellie stiffens in my arms.
“You’re safe,” I whisper.
She nods silently, with wide frightened eyes.
“Que?” I answer.
“Your presence is requested.” I don’t like his slimy tone one bit.
Fucker.
“Coming,” I snap, withdrawing from Ellie, beyond irritated. I was hoping to still be in the bathroom when the shit went down. I glance at my watch, ten after eleven.
We put ourselves back together in a hurry. We’re still covered in color and now smell like sex. The scent I’ve come to live for.
I grab Ellie’s leash once she’s done cleaning herself up, kiss her on the lips, and then wind the chain around my hand. “Behave. I’m right here; I won’t let anything happen to you.” I kiss her again. I never want to stop.
