I expect Rory to climb over me, to cover me with kisses like he did that first night, but this time, he just stands there at the edge, eyes roving all over my bare skin.
His eyelids droop low, and I see the veins along his arms twitch. His muscles flex.
And then, he digs his hands underneath my legs and hoists my knees up toward my shoulders. I’m so shocked, I lift my head to gaze down at my naked, spread legs. I watch as Rory climbs onto the bed and lines up his hot, pulsing cock so that it’s nudging my entrance.
“Look at me.” Rory’s voice is hypnotic.
I’m starting to think I might do whatever he told me to, if he used that tone.
My eyes drift up from the intersection of our bodies into his boiling hazel eyes.
He’s so handsome…
“This time, I want you to come all over my cock.” Before I can respond to his ridiculously sexy decree, Rory guides his dick through the tight opening of my body. I’m so wet that there’s no resistance, but he’s big enough that it’s still a tight fit.
He enters me slowly, feeding me one inch at a time until he’s all the way in.
My head drops against the mattress, and he groans.“Fuck, yes. You’re perfect. You feel so good.”
The fullness of him, wedged deep inside me, is insane.
I never knew there was pleasure like this to be had on Earth.
Rory draws himself out, pulling a loud and lewd moan out of me in the process, and plunges himself in again all the way.
“Oh,god,” I whine as he rolls his hips against my body, turning each thrust into a long, fluid stroke. Is sex really supposed to feel like this?
It’s absurdly amazing. How full I am.
Thisis what I’ve been missing all these years?
“You’re doing so well.” I shudder when Rory praises me, his hot breath snaking into my ear. “Taking every inch of me.”
Shit, he’s going to make me come so hard. I can already tell.
I’m out of it, completely over the moon. The “make me yours” that passes my lips is so faint, I’m not even sure I said it. But Rory hears.
His eyes light up, demonic and charged. He almost looks angry. “What did you just say?”
Heart galloping in my chest, I whisper a little louder. “Make me yours, Rory.”
Rory’s eyelids droop even more. “Say that again.”
“Make me—” I stammer at normal volume, milliseconds before a wild, merciless Rory starts pounding me.
I can’t control the way my voice trembles, bounding around the room like a boomerang as he buries himself inside me over and over.
“You want to be mine, don’t you?” he snarls into my ear.
“Yes.” My eyes roll back as he increases his speed. “Please.”
His dick pulses in response. “Good girl. It does things to me, hearing you beg.”He adjusts his position, and the next stroke hits me in just the right way.
Rory muffles my cries of pleasure by sealing his mouth over mine. He feeds me more of his savage kisses, and I devour each one like I’ve been starving for months.
Heat expands inside me, spreading through me until my body’s constructed of pleasure instead of flesh and bone. Muscles in my torso start to twitch and tense, my deregulated breathing has me lightheaded as hell, and I can feel this orgasm coming like a bullet train racing down the tracks.
For several precious moments, there is nothing and no one in the world except us.
