“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs against my neck. “Let me hear you say it.”
“You,” I gasp as he rocks against me, teasing but not quite thrusting. “I need you inside me.”
“Like this?” He pushes in slowly, just the tip breaching me. “Or deeper?”
“Deeper. Please.”
He obliges, sinking into me inch by delicious inch. My body stretches to accommodate him, still sensitive from before, ready to welcome him in. When he bottoms out, we both groan at the sensation of being completely joined.
“So perfect,” he breathes, staying still inside me, shuddering from the effort. “So tight and wet for me. Love how your body takes all of me.”
I arch into him, trying to get him to move. But he holds my hips still, denying me with his strength.
“Not yet,” he says, kissing down my neck. “I want to savor this. I want to feel every inch of you and show you how good it can be.”
His hands roam my body as he starts to move, setting a maddeningly slow pace. Each thrust is deep and purposeful, hitting spots that make me see stars. The bond pulses between us, carrying sensation back and forth until I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
“Look at me,” he commands softly. When I meet his eyes, the intensity in them takes my breath away. “I want to watch you as you fall apart on my cock.”
Heat floods my core at his words. He feels impossibly bigger like this, stretching me wide as he claims me. His hands never stop moving, touching every inch of skin he can reach, brushing against my nipples, my neck, my clit.
“You’re so hot and wet and tight,” he groans as I clench around him, rolling my hips to see how he responds. “So perfect and just for me. The way you take my cock… fuck, Spitfire, you’re gonna make me come all over again.”
The praise makes me flush, but I can’t deny how it affects me. Each word drives me higher, makes me wetter for him. When his thumb finds my clit, I cry out.
“That’s it,” he encourages with heat in his voice, each thrust a roll of his hips that hits just right. “Let me hear you. Don’t hold back. Every gasp, every moan, every whimper—I want it all, Spitfire.”
And I give it to him, unable to stay quiet, no matter who might hear. He works me slowly, building the pleasure until I’m trembling beneath him, wet and aching. The bond strengthens with each thrust, each touch, until I swear I can feel his pleasure as clearly as my own.
“I’m so close,” I gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot with the perfect rhythm. “Kieran, please…”
“Not yet, Spitfire.” He slows even further, making me whine, clawing to try to urge him faster. “I want to stay inside you forever. I want to make this last.” His hands stroke down my sides as he withdraws almost completely, teasing my soaking folds with his cock head. “I want to show you everything you’ve been missing. Let me make you feel good in every way possible.”
“Yes,” I gasp as he pushes back in torturously slow. “Show me. Give meallof it.”
“Do you trust me?” When I nod, he pulls out completely, making me whimper at the loss. “Good. Then turn over for me. I want to take you from behind.”
Heat floods my core at his words, along with a prickle of nervousness—but the nerves fade away quickly at the reminder this ishim. He helps me roll onto my stomach, then pulls my hips up until I’m on my knees. His hands smooth down my back as he positions himself behind me.
“So beautiful like this,” he murmurs, pressing kisses along my spine. “I love seeing you spread out for me. That’s it, spread those legs for me.” When he pushes back in, the angleis completely different, making me cry out in surprise and pleasure. “That’s it. Let me hear how good it feels when I fuck you with my cock.”
He takes me slow and deep, each thrust hitting spots that make me see stars. His hands never stop moving—cupping my breasts, circling my clit, gripping my hips to pull me back onto his cock. His thrusts are hungry, mindless, his length hitting me in places I never knew I had.
“I’m so deep inside you, Spitfire,” he groans. “So tight for me. So perfect.” He leans over me, chest pressing against my back. As he grinds against my ass and circles my clit, I feel myself start to tip to the edge—and whimper as he pulls away. “Not yet. Want to try something else?”
At my eager nod, he pulls out again and maneuvers us until he’s sitting with his back against the headboard. “Come here,” he beckons, helping me straddle his lap. “Now I want to watch your face as you ride me.”
I sink down onto him slowly, both of us groaning at the sensation. This position lets me take him even deeper, stretching me in new ways. Like this, I have control of the angle, which is delicious.
“That’s it,” he encourages as I start to move, his hands loose on my hips. “Take what you need from me. Show me what feels good.”
His hands guide my hips as I find my rhythm, showing me how to grind down onto him. The friction against my clit combined with his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me has me seeing stars.
“Look at you,” he breathes, watching where we’re joined, each slide and thrust making his pupils dilate. “You’re taking my cock so well, Spitfire. Like you were made for this. Made for me. Such a good, perfect girl for me, riding me like this.”
The praise makes me clench around him, drawing out a growl from his chest. His hands tighten on my hips as he starts thrusting up to meet my movements, pushing for deeper, faster, more.
“Never letting anyone else have you like this,” he pants. “Never letting another man see you fall apart. You’re mine to pleasure, mine to protect,mineto fuck and fill with my cum. Say it.”
