Unable to shake her arousal, she steeled herself for what would happen next, but he held her head in front of him and held his cock from her.
"I will prove to you as often as you need that I'll never leave you." He rubbed the swollen head of his erection against her lips. "I swear, Bree."
The air in her lungs whooshed out with more force than she could muster. A calm she had missed all day swept over her.
He stroked his length viciously. The strength and violent movements were painful for her to watch. His fist moved fast, coming to the end of his cock, and brushed her cheek with each pump. Her panties were wet, and she sat back on her ankles.
"You breathe because of me. You live because of me. You get up in the fucking morning, because I'm the one who put you to bed and watched over you all night while you slept." He grunted, straining as he jerked himself. "I'm taking care of you."
With each testimony, her body accepted her position at his feet and screamed yes. She wanted him to stay, to take care of her, to keep her safe, and never leave.
She understood that he'd always lived the same way, watching over his brother, staying alive, fighting for everything he had. He was going to fight for her.
No one in her life had ever wanted her. Knowing that he needed her as much as she needed him filled her with strength, love, and acceptance.
She was wanted. That's all she had ever wanted in her life.
He fisted the root of his cock and whipped his dick across her mouth. She licked her lips, tasting his pre-cum and the tang of blood where her lip had hit her eyetooth. Pleasure coiled in her core.
Serge intoxicated her. Every touch. Every word. He made her deliriously excited.
Her pussy pulsed. She writhed against her restraints. Her orgasm teased within her grasp.
He pulled back. "No. Do not come."
She rocked. The belt pulled on her arms. She ached inside, between her legs, her breasts.
Serge leaned over, unbuckled the belt, and loosened her arms from her legs. She pitched forward, but he caught her before she faceplanted on the floor.
He scooped her under the arms and lifted her into his arms as if she weighed nothing. She melted against his chest.
Serge tossed her on the bed and then landed on top of her. Her breath escaped her, but the pressure—God, the pressure. He was here. He stayed with her. He was never leaving.
She squirmed until one leg escaped from under him, and she hooked the back of his knee. Holding him in place, she grabbed his neck, pulled her head off the mattress, and captured his mouth.
"I want it rough," he murmured against her lips.
She sucked at his bottom lip. "Yes. Yes. Yes."
His hand pulled her jeans over her hips without undoing the button. She wiggled, getting rid of the offending material holding her from him. She kicked her other leg to the side, holding him in the V of her legs.
He linked her hands and then clasped them in his left hand, pinning her arms above her head. While he rolled to the left and, without taking her panties off, pulled the material to the side and plunged into her. She jolted underneath him as if in a seizure. Immense pleasure mixed with searing pain at the intrusion.
Having him that way made everything bigger, harder, more forceful. She was at his mercy, and it was the one place where she wanted to stay.
Unable to move her arms, she bucked underneath him until he fucked her so hard it left her impaired. She lay there, taking his passion, his anger, his attention, and soaking in the knowledge that he was here. As long as he was inside of her, stroking her, pounding on her, she had proof that she belonged with him.
The heels of her feet dug into the mattress, and she screamed in pleasure.
Then he was gone. She panicked, pulling her arms. "No..."
He rolled her over, pushed her face into the mattress, heaved her hips into the air, and gathered her hands, putting them underneath her. "Don't move."
She turned her head to find out what he was doing and a sharp pinch landed on her butt cheek where he bit her. She buried her face in the mattress.
Wet warmth from his tongue stroked the sting off her ass. She swayed on her knees, enjoying the softness. The difference in touch soothed her into relaxing, and she caught her breath.
Then his mouth was on her, licking the length of her, from clit to ass. One swipe. Two. Three. She panted against the comforter, straining for the relief that was near and yet wanting the pleasure to last forever. She rocked back against his face in rhythm with his plunging tongue.
