Page 26 of Canvas’ Muse

"Yes! Fuck! Do it again—"

He obliges, slapping my ass while fucking me deeper, harder, each thrust pushing me forward before I push back to meet him again. The rhythm is perfect, primal, exactly what I need.

Then his hand is in my hair, gripping tight, pulling. My head comes up, my back arching, and the new angle makes him hit even deeper. He's not pulling hard enough to hurt, just enough to control, to position me exactly how he wants me.

"So fucking beautiful like this," he growls, never slowing down. "Taking my cock so well. Made for this. Made for me."

"Davis, you're incredible—" The words come out broken, punctuated by his thrusts.

"All for you." His grip in my hair tightens slightly. "You deserve the best. So, I'll always give you the best."

*Always.*

The word registers through the haze of pleasure. I look back over my shoulder, meeting his eyes. "Always?"

"Yes. Always. Because after this, there's no way I'm letting you leave my sight. I want you. All of you. Forever."

Forever. He wants me forever.

The declaration should scare me. We barely know each other. This is insane. But instead, it ignites something fierce in my chest, and I'm throwing my ass back harder, meeting his cock halfway, taking everything he's giving me and demanding more.

"Yes, fuck, yes!" I'm chanting now, lost in it.

Davis presses down on my back suddenly, and I collapse onto the bed, chest and face pressed into the mattress. He stays on top of me, his weight careful not to crush me but keeping me pinned and starts pounding into me in this new position.

Prone bone. He's fucking me in prone bone, and I'm rolling my eyes back in my head because nothing has ever felt this good.

My hands scramble for purchase, gripping the sheets, pulling the nearest pillow to my face to muffle the sounds I'm making. But I can still hear everything else: his body slamming against mine, the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy, the splashing noise because I'm so fucking wet it's obscene.

"Don't hide those sounds," Davis says, pulling the pillow away from my face. "I want to hear you. Want everyone to know how good I'm making you feel."

"Davis, fuck… I can't. It's too much—"

"You can take it." His voice is commanding. "You're taking it so well. My perfect girl."

*His perfect girl.*

The words push me closer to the edge. I'm trembling, my pussy clenching around his cock, another orgasm building fast and hard.

"I'm close," Davis warns, his rhythm getting erratic. "Fuck Eden. I'm so close—"

He starts to pull out, but my hand shoots back, grabbing his hip, stopping him.

"Cum inside me," I demand, looking back at him over my shoulder. "If you want me forever, then be the one and only man to ever finish inside me."

Davis's eyes go wide. "Eden—"

"I want this." I push back against him, taking him deeper. "I want you. All of you. So fucking cum inside me, Davis. Make me yours."

That breaks him.

He slams into me one final time, burying himself as deep as he can go, and I feel him pulse inside me. Hot cum filling me up, coating my walls, marking me from the inside out. He's groaning, his good hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise, and it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.

The feeling of him cumming inside me triggers my own orgasm. I'm clenching around him, milking every last drop, my whole body shaking. It goes on and on, waves of pleasure crashing through me until I'm sobbing into the mattress.

When it finally subsides, Davis collapses beside me, doing his best not to hurt his shoulder. We're both breathing hard, sweating, completely wrecked.

"Holy shit," I manage after a moment.