I don’t know how he does this to my body, how he consumes me, fills me with so much pleasure that I feel like I’m going to burst. Nothing else feels like this. Nothing.
I wonder if I feel the same to him. I normally wouldn’t be bold enough to ask, but I’m wide open right now. “What does it feel like to be inside me?”
Leaning down to give me a gentle kiss, he chuckles against my mouth, the breath he expels against my skin somehow making me fall more in love with him. “It feels like fucking Heaven, sweetheart.”
My own personal devil finding a little slice of Heaven inside my body. I like that.
His pace slows a little and he takes the time to kiss me, still moving inside me, still stoking the desire, but not in any rush. For just a few minutes, it feels more like love.
Then he pulls out, turns me over, grabs a fistful of my hair, and I cry out as he slams into me doggy style. He’s so fucking invigorating.
“You like when I fuck you like this, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asks, pulling my hair.
“Oh, yeah,” I manage, between pants.
“You like when I use you,” he states roughly, his free hand coming up to palm my tit. He’s rough, squeezing the nipple; it hurts, but I don’t mind. “You like when I treat you like my little whore, don’t you?”
I’d be his anything. If it means having his cock inside me and his kisses on my lips, he can call me whatever he wants. “Yes.”
He gets a little rougher, pushing me down on the bed, grasping my hips as he fucks me so hard I’ll be sore tomorrow. Then my arousal piques as he asks, “Who does this pussy belong to, Mia?”
“You,” I say between gasps, feeling an orgasm building. “You own my pussy, Mateo.”
“That’s right,” he murmurs, giving my back a little stroke of approval. “You’re never going to leave me again, are you?”
My heart bottoms out when he asks this one. It wasn’t what I expected, and it slices me open, hearing him ask that. It’s also fucking scary.
But it’s a no-brainer. I’d rather die than leave him.
“Never,” I answer. “I’d never leave you.”
He already possessed my soul, but I feel a little like I just signed a contract.
Then he pulls out of me again and flips me on my back, pushing back inside me. He pins my arms above my head, watching my face. He’s so fucking intense right now; he makes it hard to breathe when he looks into my eyes.
“I want to watch you come for me, Mia. Then I want you to watch me while I come inside your sweet little body.”
Holy shit.
I’m a little overwhelmed, but he somehow steadies me now as I hold his gaze. I want to arch up and kiss him so bad, but I don’t think he’ll let me. I’ve been given strict orders to watch. I like his orders so much.
His eyes narrow slightly, like he’s trying to read me. “What?” he asks.
I tilt my hips, shaking my head just slightly and sighing as he sinks inside me. “I love this.”
“Good. Get used to it,” he replies, the warmth in his eyes reminding me of my last dream of him. It was only a dream then in every way—his affection for me, my importance to him. But it feels real right now. I do feel like I matter to him. I don’t feel like a toy at all, regardless of how we play.
I feel loved.
I haven’t felt that in a long time. Never from him.
An orgasm rips through me again, more powerful than the first. It’s drawn out, agonizing bliss, but I ride the wave, crying out as Mateo still pounds away between my legs. Once he sees me relax, watches the rush of pleasure subside, he lets himself get there. And now it’s my turn to watch as Mateo Morelli, my tormentor, my master, maybe the love of my life comes inside me, moving deeper, reaping every last bit of pleasure he can from my body.
He collapses on top of me and my arms go around him. My legs follow, wrapping him up like I can keep him. Like I can make it impossible for him to leave.
I never want him to leave. I want to keep him all to myself, right here, in this bed. Whatever the world wants to do, it can do without us. It can keep spinning and forget we exist—I won’t miss it.
But he isn’t trying to get away from me, not yet. He curls his arms around me just as tight, nearly smothering me in his embrace. I tilt my head a little so I can breathe, and then I’m happy to be held against his naked body.