Page 126 of Whispered Promises

When did I become so hungry for him? For all of them, for that matter.

Shuffling my leggings the rest of the way off my legs, I spread them on either side of his thighs in invitation.

He slides his hands slowly up my body before curling around my hips and lifting. A pillow gets shoved beneath me, then he tugs down his shorts, releasing his very swollen, very glistening length.

Another clench of my inner muscles has me tilting my hips towards him.

“So desperate to have me fill you with my dirty, aching cock,” he growls.

The shudder that races through me at his crude words has my breath catching, and my insides melt. He crawls up my body, and his hands land on either side of my head. He hovers for a moment, his eyes caressing me, then he drops his mouth down and laps up the sweat pooling on my neck. Nate eases between my thighs, cock rubbing through my slick folds as I widen further, trying to coax him inside me. He doesn’t leave me waiting or begging. His hips jerk in a sharp thrust, and the breath that was trapped in my lungs forcefully leaves my body. The pain of his rough invasion mixes with pleasure, and my inner muscles clamp down on him.

I’m so perfectly full.

“Fuck, look at your wet pussy holding onto me, wanting me to keep you plugged with my cock forever,” he groans into my ear, somehow managing to thrust even deeper.

Taking hold of his wide shoulders, I dig my nails in and buck up against him, chasing the connection, friction, anything and everything he’ll give me.

“Please, I need you to stop teasing me and move,” I pant in pure desperation. I’m not against begging.

His answering chuckle has another breath catching in my chest. I love that sound.

Nate grinds into me, rubbing his pubic bone against my sensitive clit, and my eyes roll backwards.

“Fuck. Love it when you sound desperate for me.” He grunts low, then sits back on his haunches. His palms slide down to my thighs, and he grips behind my knees. He spreads my thighs wider, then pushes my knees towards my chest, folding me in half.

The movement changes the position of my pelvis, and he somehow manages to hit something deep inside that pulls a keening noise from my chest. A sound I’m sure I’ve never made before, and embarrassingly, can’t take back.

“Look at that greedy pussy, working hard to swallow all of me.”

His pupils are blown wide. We’re both panting, both sweating, and connected in a way I never thought could feel this good.

We talk, but he’s never been chatty…unless it’s during sex, apparently. Then he’s giving me every crude, arousing word he’s thinking.

Sweat beads his brow, and the veins lining his neck bulge with the strain of holding himself back. But I don’t want him to hold anything back from me. I want every single part of him, and I don’t want him to share it with anyone else.

Because he’s mine.

With my legs between us, I can’t bring his face to mine like I desperately want to, and without conscious thought, I swipe at a drop of sweat that’s seductively sliding down his face.

Holding his gaze with mine, I bring that finger to my lips and slowly lick the moisture from it.

As soon as my tongue makes contact with the droplet, his hands grip my legs even tighter, and his cock twitches inside me.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he grunts, letting his head drop back as his eyes fall closed. Taking a deep breath, he tilts his head forward and catches my gaze. “I don’t think I can ever let you go. This pussy is mine. You. Are. Mine.” His words come out in short, sharp bursts.

He draws back his hips, letting his cock slide out of me until only the tip remains. Then, keeping his eyes locked on mine, he leans over, opens his mouth and…spits. A filthy wad of saliva lands on my clit. The moisture runs down to my entrance where we’re still connected. Nate sharply thrusts his length back into me, fucking his spit into my already soaked hole.

Holy shit.

Should I like this?

I should be repulsed. There’s spit on me.

No inside me…

My hands land on my breasts roughly, needing to…I don’t even know. I just need to feel everything.

I nod quickly. “Yes, I’m yours. It’s yours.”