Page 146 of Axe Marks the Spot

“Sir—” I cry, the last of the word cut off when he pistons his hips forward and thrusts back into me. My body jiggles from the force, and my hands grip his toned ass, holding him to me. “Oh my god!”

“Dane. Call me by my name.”

He pulls back against my hands and thrusts again. I swear I can feel his dick in my throat, and while it hurts a bit, I like it and only want more. I dig my blunt nails into his flesh and shift my hips. He tuts, pinching one of my nipples—a warning to behave—as he pulls out and teases my entrance with the head of his cock.

“Dane,” I whine. “Please.”

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

I suck my lower lip into my mouth and nod. “Yes, I promise.”

He grins and sinks in an inch, then another. My toes curl as he shifts so his lips can brush the crown of my hair before he’s nipping at my earlobe.

“Feel that, Lindsey?” he asks as he pushes in another inch until almost half of him has slid in. “That’s me inside you, where I belong. Filling you up, owning every inch.”

I cry out again as he bottoms out, then sharply thrusts, his chest pressing into mine, our slick bodies hot against each other.

“Yes!” I cry.

He pulls halfway out and pistons in again. My inner walls clench around him, and he grunts. “So fucking tight. So desperate to be full of me, aren’t you?”

“Yes—” He thrusts harder again. “Fuck!”

Dane kisses up my jaw, and his fingers brush my throat before he grips it. “Look at me.”

My eyes snap to his, and a bead of sweat drips down his brow. He touches my collar, taking the O-ring and tugging on it so I feel its weight around my neck.

“You’re going to touch yourself.”

“Y-yes, Dane.”

“Show me how good I make my pretty slut come.”

My pussy clenches, and I almost tell him I don’t need to touch myself to come. His dick is hitting the perfect spot inside me, and he knows exactly what I need.

He ruts into me harder, his thrusts wild, and my back arches off the bed. It takes all my focus to remove my hand from his ass and slide it between us. My fingers find my swollen clit, and Dane seals his lips over mine as I cry out from my touch.

He moans into my mouth, the sound of our skin slapping and the wetness of my pussy only adding to the heat of the moment. He takes me so close to the edge that I begin to see stars forming in my vision. I hold back, my eyes watering from all the sensations.

Dane parts from my lips and tugs again on my collar. “Tell me you’re mine while I’m fucking you, Lindsey.”

“I’m yours.”

“Who’s the only one who gets to fuck you?”

“You, Sir.”

“Who owns this beautiful body?”

“You!” I cry as his dick hits somewhere inside me that makes my solar plexus sing.

“Say my name, baby.”

“You, Dane!”

“That’s right.” He thrusts. “Come. Give me what’s mine.”

The stars behind my eyes explode into galaxies as my second orgasm of the night takes over. Every nerve in my body ignites, and my hand between us stills, my other gripping onto Dane as he thrusts until I feel him release inside me. The warmth of him, the fullness I experience as his cum empties into me, is nearly too much. Tears slip from my closed eyes, and Dane’s lips are buried against my shoulder, sucking the skin as he comes. I use the last of my strength to clench around his length, and he growls into my neck, biting my skin hard enough that I know there’ll be a mark. Good.