I know you do.
It’s his response every time. I hear it before he evensays it.
But he doesn’t. “That’s because… you’re mine,” he says instead.
And he’s right.
Is that the same as love?
In this moment, with him inside me, it feels the same.
“I am,” I admit through the haze of my arousal. “I’m yours.”
“My wife,” he responds, thrusting hard enough that his hips slap into my raised ass, driving my breath from me. “My Vicky.” His fingers play over my clit, and I screw my eyes tighter shut, and give in to the feelings washing through me. “MyTink.”
Yes, I’m his Tinker Bell. That’s as fitting as any of the other terms.
Alex pounds into me, the obscene slap of flesh on flesh filling the room, punctuated by my soft cries and his grunts of effort.
“I’m going to come in your ass,” he tells me, and I feel his rhythm hitch, his strokes becoming shorter.
His fingers rub across my clit, and my own release is near, but his words make me clench. His cum in my ass.
“Take all your holes,” he mutters, like it’s a promise to me, to himself.
I moan in response. He’s already had my mouth, my pussy.
And I’m going to come again, with him fucking my ass.
“Make you mine,” he adds, like he’s marking me.
His breathing is ragged now, his muscles tensing where our bodies touch. I don’t know how long he’s been going, only that I’m so in love, so close, sohis.
His cock twitches deep within me, his hips pressed hard against me, and he gives an explosive grunt. I feel the warmth of his release, spurting inside me, and his fingers find my clit again.
And I clench around him with the force of my own orgasm, crying out my pleasure, my love for him.
Alex collapses over me, his full weight on my back, his cock still twitching inside my ass. Neither of us moves. My heart is pounding, and so is his. He strokes my hair, his forehead resting on my arm, and our breaths mingle.
“You came with me in your ass,” he says at last.
He leads withthat?
My face flushes, and I turn away.
He chuckles. “Is it so very taboo, my poor, precious Tink?”
It’s nottaboo. I’m notprecious.
It’s just…humiliating.
“You’ll get used to it,” he says, deliberately rubbing his hips against my ass and pulling another gasp from me as his cock moves within.
“Usedto it?” I echo in protest.
“Sure.” He’s so damn confident. Smug. “Now that I know how much you like it…”
I muffle my huff against the sheet, but he still hears, still laughs again. Like everything I do is amusing to him.
