He was relentless.
He sat back on his haunches, but his hips never stopped moving, still working his cock in and out of my pulsating pussy. He wiped beads of sweat from his brow with the back of his arm, his eyes once again watching me as I continued to come apart. As my body started coming down from the most epic high, he pulled back stepping from the bed.
His huge cock glistened with my arousal. “Come here. I want to see my cum all over your beautiful chest.”
Legs still shaking, I moved to the edge of the bed, sinking off the side and onto my knees in front of him. I watched in delight as he used his hand to stroke himself, my cum making his cock slick and easy to run his hand up and down.
Our eyes locked on each other. His stare was intense and powerful. I knew this position was giving him a sense of control, having me on my knees at his feet, waiting for him to coat me in his release. My body still tingled with the aftermath of my own, and my orgasmic state made me want to do anything to please the man standing in front of me.
His lips tightened and I felt a hot spurt of liquid splash against my breasts and chest and instantly begin to slide down my body. I shivered, finally daring to take my eyes off Kit and watching his white cum coat my body. Kit’s large hand reached down and smeared the liquid across my breast, swirling around my peaked nipple and pulling another moan from my mouth.
“Fucking mine.” That was all he said before he lifted me by the elbow and directed me toward the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he then moved back toward me as I leaned against the basin. He took my face in his hand, positioning it where he wanted it, looking straight up at him.
“I know you have some stupid fear about getting too close,” he said. “For now, I’ll pretend I understand. But I promise you, it’s not a damned death sentence. Being mine means I will treat you with respect. It means I will protect you. And it means that I will take care of you.”
“Until you leave in a few days,” I shot, moving around him to climb in the shower.
He gripped my arm, halting me. “I told you, we would cross that bridge when we come to it.”
With my sex high coming down, reality started to kick it. Kit would be leaving in a few days and this would all be over. I’d be back to sleeping with the men and going to school. His ridiculous vows and proclamations of ownership would be a distant memory.
And just like every other man, hewouldwalk away.
For the first time since I was a little girl, the thought of a man walking away after making promise after promise, made me feel sick to my stomach.