to come in my pussy, sir?”
His growl made her shiver.
“You’re asking for trouble.” He thrust hard.
She gasped. “Bring it.”
Control fled both of them. They rolled around the floor, wrestling and fucking like rutting beasts, both trying to assert their dominance. His hand buried in her hair, but she dug furrows into his back with her fingernails. Her lips were bitten and sore, but she’d bitten him, too, and as he forced her onto her side and thrust back into her, she caught a glimpse of the rapidly purpling tooth marks on his shoulder.
The tightness in her belly—the need for release—had become pain. Every time she got close to finishing he ruined it, wrestling her into another position, and interrupting the buildup of her orgasm.
Finally, she had nothing left to fight him with. With him straddling the back of her thighs and holding them shut, he lifted her hips and jammed his cock back in, fucking her so hard it felt as if he was striking a brand of his piercing on her G-spot. Her vision swam, and she felt her orgasm almost . . . almost . . . so fucking close.
He was going to pull out again. He’d do it—must have done it a million times already. All she could manage was a pathetic whimpering whine, but even burying her fist in her mouth wouldn’t stop it.
His fingers dug into her hips so hard, she wondering if and how he could bring himself to stop again. What the hell was this guy made of?
As she teetered on the edge, his thrusts became measured and insistent. He reached around her hip, wedging his hand under her and working his finger up between her labia. The rough pad of his finger scraped the sensitive nub hidden there just as he drove another vicious thrust into her G-spot. Her whole body tightened, muscles tensing, frozen. Rippling shudders ran through her body and he gasped just as her orgasm wrung every muscle in her body.
God—she came and she came. Couldn’t seem to stop as his thrusts became totally erratic and out of control.
Just as the last of her orgasms crested, she could feel his cock jerk. He gasped, said something dirty, swore. Hot come filled her, and she shivered at the primal feel of it as a claiming. She felt as though he’d marked her as his—as though now people would know when they saw her who she belonged to. She squirmed back against him, wanting all of it even as some spilled out of her to trickle over her clit and drip on the floor.
His hand circled her throat as he continued to push into her, thrust after thrust, his cock still feeling rock hard. “I want to put my collar around this pretty throat.”
The ragged words set off a series of aftershocks in her pussy, and all she could do was feel small and beautifully used beneath him. Hell yeah, she’d accept a collar from this man, but they were going to have to discuss the limits of their D/s relationship. She’d read enough online to know how deep down the rabbit hole she was willing to go. Was he going to want more? Damn him, he could probably convince her to accept almost anything.
When he pulled out, a rush of fluid followed him.
“Oh my god,” she complained ruefully, trying to figure out how to get up off the floor without making an even bigger mess. “It’s everywhere. And why is your cock still so hard? This can’t all be from me.”
He grabbed a nearby towel, which she accepted from him with chagrin.
“You got off, didn’t you?” she asked. When she looked up at him, he was stretched out on his side on the floor, watching her with an intensity that made her feel beautiful, despite the fact that it felt as if she was going to slosh when she walked. Sexy.
“Twice.” He looked at her as though she was magic, and even though it embarrassed her she never wanted him to stop. “You can’t tell?”
“How is that even possible?”
He shrugged. “I can stay hard sometimes, with the right incentive. It’s my useless superpower.”
“By no means is that a useless superpower, sir,” she teased, “but it is a messy one.”
He scooped her up off the floor and carried her to the bed. After he drew back the duvet, he laid her on the bottom sheet. He settled in next to her, then he pulled her to his chest and held her there wrapped in his arms.
“Hopefully your superpower doesn’t include neutralizing my pill.” The words came out before she’d thought about what she was saying, but rather than freak out he groaned and buried his face in her hair.
“Maybe I’ll keep you as my luscious little concubine and keep filling your pretty pussy with come forever. I’ll have to build a dungeon to lock you in.”
“Yeah, and someday I’ll be old and worn-out, and you’ll get tired of raising our twenty-three kids alone, and you’ll regret your life decisions.”
“Never.” He pulled her upward until he could kiss her.
“Before you start working on your masonry skills, you fucking creep, let’s start with negotiating a collar. But not tonight, okay?”
“Why not tonight?”
“Well, we have a lot to talk about,” she said, feeling the pull of exhaustion at her trembling limbs. “We have to sort through some things and negotiate limits. Plus, I have a date with your chest for the next fifteen hours.”