Page 22 of The Heart You Kept

Dear God.

“Every single cell in my body is screaming to claim yours.”

I feel all of the blood drain out of me, every last drop.

“Eat your dinner now because you’re going to need energy later.” Our eyes are locked. “My primal instincts are going to use your body well tonight. When I claim you as mine.”

I swallow the nervous lump in my throat.

“I’m already sold,” I whisper.

He breaks into a breathtaking smile and butterflies dance in my stomach.

Suddenly I desperately want to please him, I want to blow his mind as much as he’s blowing mine. It’s only fair.

I stand. “You eat your dinner. I’m sucking your cock.” I crawl underneath the table and open his robe; his thick length is already hard and weeping with pre-come.

I take him into my mouth and he lets out a deep husky moan.

Fuck.

This is already the best sex of my life and we didn’t even do it yet.

I take him deep as I stroke him and he inhales sharply as he leans back in his chair. His hand goes to the back of my head. We get into a rhythm and he begins to fuck my mouth. His behind rises off the chair as he begins to lose control.

The moans and noises his body is making are turning me inside out. I say his body because I honestly believe I’m sucking off his base needs now.

Mr. Doe isn’t here anymore; I’m feeding the animal inside of him.

He drags me up from the floor by the arm and bends me over the couch and pushes my head down into the cushions.

I hear a rip of a condom, then he slams into me and holds himself deep and we both cry out in ecstasy.

Oh.

My.

God.

This is too good.

He’s huge, stretching me to the hilt, but it’s the way my body is rippling around him that’s sending us both over the edge.

He’s right, this isn’t sex between two people.

This is two bodies feeding their most human base needs in the most primal of ways.

He lifts his foot to put it on the couch beside me and pulls out and slams back in.

I cry out, the pressure of his grip almost breaking my spine.

Fuck.

Then he’s pumping me at piston pace, our skin slapping together as he takes what he needs.

Oww….

I can’t think, I can’t breathe, and the position he has me in I can’t even move. I’m bent over the couch, my feet not touching the ground.