I towered over him as he lay there naked and vulnerable on his back. A surge of fierce love rushed through me, annihilating any hope I had of being my own man ever again.
I was his now. His and only his. In lifeanddeath.
“If you’re going to go tonight, you’re going to do it with me inside you. I won’t let you walk out of here until you’re bred and swollen with every last drop I have to give. When you walk, you’ll feel me. When someone else looks at you, you’ll see my face. When someone else is beside you, it’s me they will smell.”
Whimpering, he reached for the hard length standing proudly off his body.
I made a sound, denying that touch. “If someone touches you, it will be me.”
His hand fell back to the mattress, his eyes following as I slid open the nightstand drawer and reached in for the bottleof lube.
“Spread your legs,” I ordered, watching those creamy thighs split apart. “Wider. That’s my good boy,” I praised, flipping the cap and pouring the cool silk over my overheated dick.
The liquid made lewd squelching sounds as I worked it while watching him writhe impatiently on the bed.
I pulled my hand from myself and wrapped it around his cock, making his shoulders rise off the mattress. He mewled like the little kitten he was, and I lowered until my cheek rested on his flat stomach.
I stayed there for a silent heartbeat before turning my face to kiss his navel. “This time when I breed you, it’s all going right here.”
His hand carded through my hair, and I reached down to circle my fingers around his hole. He clenched automatically and then relaxed, and I repeated the action until he was trembling and his body was pliant. I dragged him farther across the bed and lined up with his hole.
“I’m not sure I can be gentle.” The words were rough. “Not tonight.”
“I don’t want gentle. I want you.”
I thrust in, bottoming out in one strong stroke. He whimpered and clutched me as his body rippled and adjusted to the intrusion. I loved the feeling of his body conforming to mine. I held there for as long as I could manage before pulling back and thrusting all over again, setting the pace of long, steady strokes that met his core with every thrust.
He moaned and whimpered, and I enjoyed the sounds, not caring who else might hear because this was for us.
Between us, his dick bounced and wept, turning everything slick as our bodies continued to move in tandem. Sweat beaded on my forehead and trailed between my shoulder blades. Rett’s nails slid down my back, scraping marks into my skin and making me hiss with pleasure.
Even though he was wet between us, I spit on my hand before wrapping my palm around him.
His back arched, and I squeezed, making him gasp and drop back on the bed.
“Wait for me,” I said, and he nodded.
I began stroking again, light, almost teasing touches, until he begged me to stop.
I pulled back, the sudden absence of his heat and breath almost shocking to my senses. He whimpered and reached for me, but I was already there, manhandling him into my lap as I sat on the edge of the mattress.
I speared him instantly, his greedy body taking me completely, his face a mask of pleasure and pain.
“You’re so deep,” he moaned, forehead meeting my shoulder.
“Take me deeper,” I rasped, grabbing his hips as he wiggled even farther. “All the way to the edge of your womb.”
Between us, his cock jerked, and it set off fireworks inside me. Grabbing his shaft, I thrust up as he began to moan. But then everything faded out as my own pleasure took over. It was blinding and consuming, a complete erasure of literally everything but the way my body unclenched, letting go of every ounce of tension and turning it into some sort of crescendo that flooded out of me and into him. Gripping his hips, I held him down, making sure every ounce was burieddeep and I owned him from the inside out.
I don’t know how long I spasmed and shook, but when the edges of the room finally came back, he was slumped against my chest, mewling.
Instant awareness slapped me, and fear that I’d gone too far tried to chase away the pleasure. But it was too deep-seated. The primal part of me refused to be ashamed.
“Baby,” I murmured, my throat dry. Grabbing him, I peeled him back, but he made a sound and clutched me tight, refusing to go. “Did I hurt you?” I worried, smoothing my hand down his sweat-slicked back. “You have to tell me right now.”
“No,” he answered, voice drunk. “Please stay. Stay inside me.”
Hugging him close, I pressed kisses to the top of his wild head and rubbed slow circles against his lower back.
