“You ready for me to make you mine?” he asks, his voice thick and deeper than normal.
I nod, not willing to take the chance that he denies me if I speak.
“Ember, I want you to answer me with words this time and only this time. Are you on birth control?”
I have to clear my throat to get a sound out, the scream of my release just waiting in a giant lump. “Y-yeah. The pill.”
“Thank fuck,” he rumbles, dropping down to one hand placed next to my head as he leans to press the tip of his nose against mine. I can feel him running the hot tip of his dick up and down between the lips of my sex, and I open my mouth with a silent gasp each time he presses it against my swollen clit. “You’ve been a good girl, keeping yourself from coming even though I know you were close a few times. You quivered against my tongue, and I thought I was going to have to stop to put my mark on your ass for not being able to hold yourself back.”
I hum low in my throat, and his pupils widen as he mirrors my noise.
“You like that?” he asks, and I nod. “Next time. You’ll get my hands on your ass before I let you put your lips on my cock.”
Another sound comes from me, and I almost lift my hips off the mattress when his thick, blunt head pushes into my pussy just a breath before he swipes it back up to my clit.
“Next time, I want your hands in my hair when I cover my chin with your wetness,” he muses and rubs the tip of his nose against mine while I feel him enter me again, this time almost an inch of him. My eyes widen and I gasp, earning a brief kiss from him when I’m able to keep my silence. “Hold on, Ember. I’m going to claim this pussy, and when you scream my name like a good girl, know that you’re giving me all of you when you take my come deep inside your body.”
He lifts up and looks down our bodies. After lining himself up and pushing the tip of him inside me, he brings the hand that had been holding his cock up, resting it on my collarbone. His eyes watch his hand as he trails it down until he is cupping the underside of my breast, his palm on top of my heart.
Then he looks up.
His fingertips press and flex before he lifts his hand and puts one finger right above my heart. “All of you,” he vows and thrusts himself inside me in one rough push. His thickness makes me see stars as the pain of his size mixes and swirls into the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. He doesn’t move, allowing me the needed time to get used to him, all the while holding me captive with eyes that are almost glowing with intensity.
When he pulls out, almost falling completely from my body, I mewl and whine, needing him back inside. The feeling is short-lived because, in the next breath, he is slamming back inside so hard that my bed slamming against the wall is louder than the scream that bursts from my throat. One side of his mouth tips up at my cry and then his lips are on mine as he continues to pound his cock inside my body. The bed protests with each and every thrust. He lifts up when another raw scream comes out of my mouth and cocks his head at me. I whine, not even ashamed of it, because the need to come has so much intensity driving its power that I know it won’t be long. My searching eyes plead with him.
“My fucking name, Ember. Come on my cock and scream!” he bellows before lifting up and taking hold of my hips. While kneeling between my legs, he starts to fuck me even harder. So hard that I’m not even sure I can scream; the force of my climax raging through my body is too powerful. My eyes water, not from pain, but because of the feelings he is bringing forth.
I want to declare that I’m his.
I want to demand that he is mine.
I want to scream for him to never stop.
I want to sob that I love him.