She ached to please her Dom.
Standing over her, he knew exactly what she needed, and he was more than willing to see that regret cleared from her eyes. He gestured to his pants. “Show me that you’re now mine.” He brushed his finger over her bottom lip and she sucked in his finger, her gaze speaking of purpose. “Yeah, darlin’, drink me right into your soul.”
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The hard wood pressed against Mary’s knees as exhaustion ran through her, both emotionally and physically. She was also aroused and burned in every place possible. Forgiveness, she needed that. His touch, she craved it. His cock, she desired to prove to him he was the only man that mattered to her.
Since they’d met it’d all been about her and what she needed. Now she was desperate for it to be about only Elliott. This was for him, because he deserved to be made to feel good. He deserved to have a woman think only of him. Always of his needs.
She reached for Elliott’s belt buckle and he unbuttoned his dress shirt, then tossed it to the ground. When she lowered his pants and boxer briefs, his swollen cock rested at her face. She licked her lips, gripped him, and stroked him.
Veins stood out from the sides of his penis—so aroused for her—and she leaned up, dragging her tongue along the bulging vein. His low groan vibrated through her as he tossed his head back, tangling his fingers into her hair. At the tip of his cock, she swirled the head, loving his scent, his taste.
She wanted him to feel her appreciation for what he’d done for her and for what he’d shown her. How much she owed to him. His patience, his persistence, it had all brought her back from a darkness that she didn’t realize she lived in.
His thick cock swelled in her hands as she dipped her head, sucking a testicle into her mouth. When she ran her tongue up the front of his cock, he lowered his head and his blazing eyes held hers. While she knew she had done all she could to show him she was sorry, she knew she needed to do better. She had insulted him as a Dom, not appreciating him. Tonight she would make up for it. “This cock, Elliott, it’s perfection. So big. So hard.”
“For you,” he murmured, sliding his knuckles over her cheek.
She cupped both hands over his shaft and he went rock hard beneath her touch. She leaned over him, letting saliva drip from her mouth onto his cockhead. Then she worked both hands over him in a steady rhythm. “So powerful. So seductive. You make me ache for you.”
He groaned, arching a brow. “Winning me over with pretty words, Mary?”
“No.” She bobbed on the tip of his cock before her lips popped off. “Saying things you deserve to hear. A man as good, as sexy, as you deserves to be told how incredible you are. Do you like knowing that I’m wet for you? That I’m throbbing for this beautiful cock to drive deep inside me, to fill me and make me scream? That I crave your touch, your ownership of me?”
His low moan brushed across her and she increased her speed with her hands. She pumped his shaft, sucked on his penis with a long, sensual embrace, drawing in her cheeks around him. “Fuck, Mary,” he growled, fisting his hands in her hair.
Her mouth slid off him and she jerked him with quick strokes. “Are you going to come, sir? Let me taste all of you?”
“Yes.” He grunted, gripping her head tight and thrusting his hips. “Put your mouth back on me.”
Her pussy clenched and her clit throbbed as she drew in his musky scent, returning her lips to his beautiful cock. She sucked him hard and stroked his shaft, and his legs started trembling. His low moans made her so damn wet. So incredibly needy. His fingers tightened painfully on her head and she sensed his muscles stiffen seconds before his cock went rock hard against her tongue. Then he was roaring and bucking against her mouth.
The warm, salty liquid brushed over her tongue before quickly sliding down her throat. She licked his cockhead, gathering every last drop, and he gasped, breaking
their contact. Dark, lust-filled eyes stared back at her as he slid his thumb over her bottom lip. Seeing him fulfilled warmed her heart. His happiness touched her in places that made her feel equally content.
He exhaled a long deep breath and winked. “Your mouth, darlin’…it’s damn good. Any Dom would be sending you to your knees often.”
“No,” she replied, gazing at him and speaking of the truth she’d long fought. “Not a Dom. You. My mouth belongs to you, to please you, and to show you just how wonderful you are.”
A softness reached his eyes she’d never seen before and it brought forth her tears. As he dressed, Mary waited, watching him, aching between her thighs and feeling the wetness on her sex as she squeezed her legs together.
Once dressed, he offered his hand. “Come up.”
She rose and he guided her toward the chair. As he sat down, he tugged her between his legs. His gaze went to the stomach she’d kept from him. She knew why he made such a keen point to look at her; he proved his ownership.
She’d hidden from him.
He wouldn’t allow it anymore.
She’d no longer run.
He trailed a finger over the smaller stretch mark at her hip. “What child did you get this one with?”
She glanced down. “Christian.” Sliding her finger over the one on her right hip, she added, “Calvin.” Then she touched the largest stretch mark that went from her belly button down to her sex. “This one is from Cassie.” Lifting her gaze, she laughed softly. “She’s always been the most difficult.”
He gently smiled and then slid his hands up her thighs, cupping her bottom and dragging her closer. He kissed each mark before he said, “They are the marks of three beautiful children.” His voice dropped lower and went hard. “If I hear you or see you hide these marks again, I will punish you by leaving welts on that sexy ass of yours, so then you will really have marks that result in shame.” His brow arched. “Understand?”