"I highly doubt I'll be able to see anything besides another person's hands and lips enjoying my property." He leans down and kisses my mouth hard, his lips stiff and bruising. Breaking away, he leaves me breathless and dizzy from his soul-capturing kiss and his possessive words. "Now, this conversation has me rather on edge."
As he strides across the room, he removes the towel and places it on the end table. I watch his firm arse contract with each step before he turns to sit down on the cushions. Widening his legs with purpose, he looks at me, then at the floor between his feet. "Kneel."
I rush eagerly to him, dropping between his legs, where I’m always the most contented. Settled. Safe. Owned.
Resting my head on his thigh, I gaze up at the most impressive man in existence, even as I see jealousy simmering over an event that hasn't even transpired yet.
Is it wrong to appreciate his love for me in the form of possessiveness? If it is, then I'm guilty over and over again, because being his property is the single most contented state to be.
"Can I suck your cock now, Sir?" I breathe, dropping my gaze to the thick shaft that hangs between his legs. Inches away, but I know better than to touch him without permission when he's coiled so tightly. "Please."
His narrowed blue eyes meet my wide, hopeful gaze, and he says, "You know what your lovely manners do to me. Okay, little deer.Suck."
I reach for his large cock, wrapping my hand around it, squeezing as it grows instantly, the strength and breadth of it prying my fingers apart until I'm unable to circle the entire beautiful expanse of him.
Feeding the pink, swollen head into my mouth, I hum around the flavour of him, the silkiness of the crown. I jerk the root as I shift onto my knees to get a better angle.
His fingers comb through my hair with tender adoration as my tongue traces the protuberant vein up and down his length. One of his hands slides down to the curve where my throat starts, massaging the area. "Relax your throat for me."
He cups the back of my neck, guiding me so I'm hovering over his lap. Then he pushes me down, hissing when I groan around his shaft. I continue to pump his root while I close my eyes, relax, and take so much of his erection between my lips that he slides in beyond the back of my throat—down.
“Take me deep.”
I breathe through my nose. Pressing my hands to his thighs, I brace myself as I bob down and up, his wet shaft sliding in and then slipping through my lips.
Suddenly, the muscles inside each of his thighs tighten and bunch.
"Christ,"he groans, and I become ragingly aroused by his deep voice. "That's my good girl. Take it all down… Oh,yes.Mind your breathing while I fuck your throat, sweet girl."
Then he starts to pump upwards, still cradling the back of my neck so I can't shy away from the brutal, yet blissful need in each thrust.
I swallow around the penetration, the protruding veins pulsing against my palm as I lure his orgasm out with the strokes of my fist at his root.
His breath comes out fast and fierce. "Fuck. You like my cock wedged down your throat.My sweet girl.My little queen. Do you want my cum all over your mouth, little deer?"
He suddenly stops thrusting. Griping me tighter at the base of my neck, he jerks me up to straddle him, where he wastes no time in demanding my body to take his cock.
My mind reels at the sudden change.
Trying to find purchase, I whimper and wriggle at the quick invasion. My legs and core surge with pain and sensation at being stretched almost unbearably so.
"Take my cock, little deer. I need to come inside you tonight." He doesn't wait for me to relax, even though I need him to, need more time to loosen, but feral desperation controls his movements.
A whimper claws up my throat as he pulls me down, impaling me deep until my pelvis meets his upward thrusts and the head of his cock batters my uterus.
I cry out.
He straightens to hold me, banding his thick, formidable arms around me. Being too full, too quickly, I tremble within the staunch, powerful cage of his body as he whispers by my temple, "You're okay, sweet girl." Then he bursts inside me with a violent groan, still fucking upwards while uttering words of comfort to me. "It'll be okay. Relax around me. Breathe deeply."
His cum eases the sting of his sudden penetration, dripping from inside me and coating us where we connect. There's a lot. My mind reels. That was utterly out of character for him. He's so very rarely impulsive. At the last moment before his orgasm, he flipped the play as though nothing else mattered but filling me. I've wanted him inside me all week, so now that he is, I revel in it. I roll my head on his chest.
Both of his arms drop, his hands resting on either side of my hips, his long fingers spanning the bones. He holds me there but leans back to inspect me. His cool blue eyes rake down my body to where my pussy stretches around his cock. "Such a snug fit, sweet girl. That was careless of me." He pants as he strokes one of his hands up between my breasts before banding my neck. "Luckily, you were soaking. Tell me, does sucking my cock make you wet? Or was it the thought of Aurora's fingers inside you?"
My chest tightens at the hint of bitterness in his tone. "You're angry with me, Sir. Please don't. I didn't—"
"No." He lifts his hips up as he stirs my pelvis on his lap, his cock flexing inside, forcing a quick soft moan through my lips. "I'm pathetically territorial, little deer. Possessive. So crazy territorial I needed to—" His heated gaze drops to my core, but he doesn't elaborate.
I reach up, touch the wound below his striking blue eye, and try not to wince. "How did you seal it? It needed stitches."