I know what he wants, and I want him to take it. I meant every word. I am his, to do with as he wants, however he wants, whenever he wants, wherever he wants… every inch.
His kiss presses against my ass cheek as I moan, making me twitch and quiver and then another kiss presses against the other side, and I buck as he holds me steady with his palms.
He pins me in place, holding me firm as I struggle, and then his thumbs part me as I gasp and moan, and I feel his breath there, and I shake. Then his tongue swirls against me, and his fingers find my clit, and my whole world spins.
‘Oh yes,’ I whisper, as a wave of taboo pleasure crashes through me, sending me tumbling, and then he presses softly into me, and I short circuit and come.
Every single atom in my body thrums with energy as my orgasm floods my veins, my head turning as my fingers splay, my toes curling and tightening as I vibrate, my muscles shaking and spasming hard.
And then I feel myself gush, and I hear Blake laugh with pride as I sink into the bed, broken and twisted.
‘How was that, baby?’ he says from somewhere behind me.
‘Hngn,’ I manage, drooling into his sheets, my face sticky with sweat and come as I try and stay conscious.
And then he flips me over, and buries his face in my chest, sucking my nipple between his lips as his hand curls beneath my breasts, and I feel like he just found my reset button.
*
I am a phoenix, risen from the ashes of my own ruin as Mackenzie lays before me, her face a picture of beautiful agony, her sweet breasts barely an inch from my mouth. I take her nipple between my lips again and bite her gently as she bucks, gripping the back of my head with her long fingers, pulling me tight and hard into her as she moans against my ear.
‘Make love to me,’ she whispers, and she parts her legs, and in that moment I know, that she is mine… and I am hers.
Blake lines himself up, the tip of his dripping member slipping against my soaking wet lips, and then I hold my breath and look up into his eyes as he slides into me with ease, and everything fades away.
Oh yes.
I am truly his, and he is truly mine, and we are one.
He thrusts and I moan, every inch of him filling me, every vein tingling my walls, his gentle curve pressing into me as he holds me tight.
‘Your pussy is perfect, Mackenzie,’ he whispers as he thrusts, and the moan I gift him with is loud and sweet. ‘I want you to come for me, baby. I want you to come around my dick.’
‘Yes,’ I moan. ‘Kiss me.’
And he does, his lips pressing hard against mine, and then his tongue is in my mouth as he holds me, pumping and pumping, every pulse perfect, never letting up, the pressure building with every passing second until I’m screaming and hanging from him, holding onto his neck.
And then I’m coming, and I’ve never come like this before.
The world fades as it washes through me, picking me up and tossing me forward, and the only thing I can cling to is him as we tumble and twist, down over the waterfall, my tummy filling with butterflies as we drop, and then I’m ascending, back up through the glittering waters, through the rainbows of light shimmering in the drifting mist.
And I feel his breath against my breast, and he kisses me once, twice and I open my eyes and I see him and his gaze is wide and full, and my heart swells as he whispers.
‘I love you.’
And I whisper back. ‘I love you too,’ as a heartbeat later I feel him pulse, and then my insides fill and I come again, and everything is still, and perfect, and quiet.
And I am home.
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