“Petal!”
I lift my head, and his cock slips free of my mouth, but I still have my hand around the base.
“Isn’t it supposed to go down after you, you know?”
“Come down your fucking throat?”
“Sully,” I fake-scold him.
“It’s not going down till it gets what it wants.”
“Me.” I straddle him.
“You’re not ready.” The head of his cock grazes between the lips of my sex, rubbing against my clit. “Fuck, you’re soaked from sucking my cock.” I am. I’ve been that way since earlier when I’d put pants on after he’d devoured me on the kitchen island. I hadn’t even bothered to clean it away. Why would I do something crazy like that?
“I can’t help myself.” I guide the head of his cock to my entrance and press down just a little. “I have the most sinful thoughts when it comes to you, Sully. Things I want you to do to me.”
“Tell me.” His words come out choked. The headboard groans against his hold.
“It’s strange. I ran away because I hated the control that was held over me, but with you...” I let out a small moan thinking about the fantasies I have of my Sully. “I want you to own me. To tie me down and do whatever wicked things you want,” I admit as I do the one thing that is stopping all those fantasies from one day becoming a possibility. I know Sully doesn’t want to hurt me, so I take matters into my own hands.
His cock pushes through the thin barrier. There is a small streak of pain, but there’s something else there too. Freedom. I choose this, and I feel that above everything else. This pain is nothing compared to others I’ve felt. This one isn’t going to leave a scar. In fact, it’s going to heal some of them.
19
SULLY
She squeezes me so perfectly I worry I might come again before she even slides all the way down.
“Fuck, Petal.” I grab her hips. “Are you all right?”
“I’m good.” She gives me a sexy smile, her entire face lighting up with pleasure. “I’m great.” She puts her palms on my chest and slides the rest of the way down my cock.
I groan and force myself to lie still when what I want to do is thrust up inside her again and again. She’s so beautiful, so goddamn perfect that it’s hard for me to breathe.
“You okay?” She leans over and drops a kiss on my chest.
She’s worried about me? I’ve known all along that I don’t deserve her, and she proves it to me every day. But that doesn’t matter anymore, because she’s mine. I’m keeping her forever, and I hope she understands what that means now that there’s absolutely zero chance of me letting her go.
“Sully?” she whispers against my skin.
“I’m great, too, Petal.”
She sits up, her body shifting on mine in the most delicious way. I run my hands along her waist and up to her tits, cupping them and circling my thumbs over her hard nipples. When she lets out a sexy moan and moves her hips, I pinch her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
“Sully,” she breathes, her hips moving more.
I meet her rhythm, thrusting in time as she rolls against me. Each stroke is ecstasy, her wet cunt holding me tightly as she rocks.
“Like this?” she asks.
“Do what makes you feel good. I want to see you come.” I knead her breasts as she grips my wrists, her hips moving back and then sliding forward, riding my cock. “Take what you need, Orchid. It’s yours.”
She lets her head fall back, her hands still on my wrists and using me to hold her on top of my cock. Each surge of her hips is torture, but I want it. I want her to keep riding me until we both fall apart.
I slide one hand down, worshiping her soft skin all the way to her clit. When I swirl my thumb against it, she jolts, her pussy clamping down even harder on me.
“Sully!” She meets me gaze, her eyes glassy as her thighs begin to shake.
“Come for me, Petal. I need to hear it, to feel it, to see you–all of you.” I stroke her faster, matching the pace of her hips.
She sucks in a breath and holds it, then lets out a cry, her body shuddering as she comes. I grit my teeth, refusing to spill inside her yet, but it’s so fucking hard when she’s looking like a sex goddess come to life.
Her moans are erotic–everything about her is. I’ve never seen anything hotter in all my life. She makes small movements, her body wringing out the last of her orgasm before she finally gulps in a breath and falls forward.
I catch her and lower her to my chest, then roll over, my cock still deep inside her. Claiming her mouth, I rub my tongue against hers, kissing her deeply as I pull back a little, then slide home.