“You feel that?” he growls. “That’s not just love, baby. That’s the obsession I carry for you.I think about you all day. Who’s looking at you, who you’re smiling at, what trouble you’re walking into because I’m not there.”
His hips move in long, aching strokes, grinding, hitting the spot that shatters me over and over. I moan, helpless, clutching the sheets.
“You like that?” he murmurs, kissing my throat before biting down, leaving a mark for all to see.
I nod, lips parted, gasping.
“That’s because you’re mine. This mouth, this body. It all fucking belongs to me. And it knows it.”
He slips two fingers between my lips and presses down on my tongue. “But if you talk back or lie to me again, I’ll keep the soap in your mouth for a week.”
My eyes flutter. I didn’t lie, but I won’t talk back, not now when this is exactly where I want to be. I suck gently on his fingers, moaning when he thrusts harder.
“That’s it. Suck while I fuck you, baby. Poor pig, can’t even think straight unless you’re serving me, can you?”
I nod quick.
He pulls out, only to shove back in, harder. I yelp.
He groans, loving it. His hand grabs my thigh and slams my legs wider.
Another strike of his palm to my already burning flesh.
Again.
His hand flies down branding my hot skin. I’ll be bruised tomorrow, but tonight, I am in heaven, loving every powerful slap like a declaration of his love.
He shakes his head. “Jesus, you love of all of it.”
“I do,” I moan.
He chuckles at my submission. “You don’t deserve it, but I’m gonna make you see stars so bright, you’ll be blind to other men.”
He gives it to me harder yet, with purpose, just for me. I cry even louder, screaming his name.
My back arches. I cum violently, gasping.
But he keeps going. Keeps stroking me through it, using me, pleasuring me.
Again.
And again.
Until I’m shaking beneath him, drowning in the relief of belonging to him, voice gone. I see so many stars, I can’t tell if my eyes are open or closed. I’m blinded in sex and love.
When he cums, he brushes my hair back, staring down at me with something deeper than lust as he speaks with an intensity I haven’t heard before.
“You’re not nothing. You meaneverythingto me.”
I kiss his jaw with many pecks, dazed and raw. I breathe, undone, my voice weak and small: “I know now.”
His hand wraps tighter around the chain. He stays deep, perfectly still. And in that moment, I know, I satisfied his darkest desires.
Right?
He didn’t...
I whisper, curious. “Grayson. Um. Was that the kind of sex you watched before me?”
