Page 95 of Run Rabbit Run

She wants it.

I squeeze just enough to make her breath catch, and her cunt clenches around me in answer.

I start to move.

Slow, deep strokes that make her breasts sway with each thrust.

I lean down and set my mouth to her, and she moans, the sound vibrating against my palm.

I tighten my grip on her throat and take her harder.

The headboard knocks against the wall in steady rhythm.

Her hands come up to clutch my wrist, not to pull me away but to hold me there.

She wants the control I give her.

She wants to feel owned.

I release her throat long enough for her to gasp, then close my hand again.

Her pussy flutters around me.

She's close already.

I slow, dragging almost all the way out before sliding back in, and she whimpers.

I press my forehead to hers. "Your pussy is mine."

She nods, eyes glassy.

I thrust deeper. "Every part of you is mine."

Another nod.

Her fingers tighten on my wrist.

I ease the pressure so she can answer.

"Yes," she whispers.

"Say it."

"Yours," she breathes.

I squeeze again, and her eyes roll back.

I take her through the edge of it without letting her fall over, keeping her exactly where I want her, and when I finally let her come she sobs my name and her body shakes apart under me.

I don't stop.

I ride her through it, feeling her pulse around me, her belly pressed to my stomach with every thrust.

The child inside her kicks once, a small sharp movement, and I feel it and smile against her neck.

Proof.

I slide both hands under her and lift her to meet me, and I drive into her harder now, chasing my own end.