“These perfect tits are mine.” His mouth latches on my nipple, teasing it against his teeth.
My back arches off the bed due to the strength of the stimuli. Is it crazy that I’m about to orgasm here and now?
No idea if it’s because of the position, the torturing sensation in my hardened nipples, or the fact that he’s dominating my being right now.
His other hand reaches between us and he shoves down my pyjamas and underwear in one go.
The tips of his fingers sample my tender folds before he cups me. “This cunt is fucking mine.”
“And if I say no?” I challenge, and it’s just that, a challenge. A way to rile him up because I might be going out of my mind with pleasure and I want him to give me his all.
To show me his true self – uncut, imperfect, but so utterly whole.
“No, as in it’s not mine?” His tone is calm, but his grip tightens around my core, creating delicious friction.
“Yes.”
“Oh, you fucked up, Green.”
He releases me for a beat to fumble with his jeans. “You know what will happen now?”
“No?” I don’t know why it came out as a question, but I’m too aroused to think about that at the moment.
“I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll only want to be mine. Now, tomorrow, and fucking always.”
Xander lifts both my legs so they’re resting on his shoulders. “Keep them there.”
I do, even though I’m shaking, my body whirling with that need for something, anything.
The build-up will kill me any second now.
He slams inside me so deep, I can feel him all the way inside. Oh, God.
My mouth opens in a wordless cry.
With my hands above my head, I’m too helpless to move or try to wiggle free – not that I want to.
It takes one thrust, one single thrust, and I’m screaming my orgasm.
He shoves a palm against my mouth, muting the sound as he powers into me. With every thrust, he hits a magical spot that drives me insane.
I don’t even come down from the first orgasm, and another one bleeds into it. My continuous shriek is interrupted by his rhythm. The way he’s muffling my mouth and pinning my hands over my head while owning my body is more than a fantasy, it’s undoing me.
It’s finding pieces of me I never thought were there.
It’s belonging in its truest, rawest form.
His pace escalates with a strength that leaves me breathless.
“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.”
He releases inside me with a groan. I feel so full of him, it’s making me delirious.
I’m panting. My hair sticks to my nape and temples with sweat. Perspiration covers my entire body and shines on his hard muscles.
I’m still shaking so bad, I don’t think I’ll ever come down off this high.
So this is what it means to be thoroughly fucked.