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"Yes, angel?"
"Make me yours."
Something shifts in the air as soon as I say it, and he kisses me, crushes my lips hard as he pushes his track pants down his legs and steps out of them. I catch a glimpse of his cock as he pulls his hand away from my neck, and I let out a desperate whimper, missing his touch already.
“I’ll put it right back, I just have to do this.” There’s the sound of a foil wrapper tearing.
And then, just like he promised, he’s right back against me, his hand tighter on my neck than it was before.
“I didn’t know my angel was such a kinky girl,” he whispers.
“I didn’t know I was until your hand was around my neck.”
His eyes close then suddenly his fingers are inside me again, pushing deeper, stretching me. “Ready?”
I don’t have an answer. Physically, I don't know. Emotionally, fuck yes,
Not that it matters. He rips his fingers out of me and when he rams back into me, it’s his cock. Hard. Thick. Inside me.
He throws his head back and lets out a roar. "'Fuuuuuccck."
I’d do the same except I can't think of anything except that Kylian is inside me.
With gritted teeth he says, "If you need me to go slow, you're going to need to tell me. Because I don't think I can otherwise."
I touch his cheek. "Take me."
And he does.
Eyes locked on mine, his cock hammers into me. There's not a hint of grace in what he's doing, but I couldn't want for anything else. I don’t want grace, or tenderness, or consideration, or mercy. I want him so aroused, so primal, so needy for me that all he cares about is fucking me until we both come, screaming, gasping, exhausted.
I rock my hips to meet his, and everything burns, sometimes a little less and then a lot more. Every time he pulls back, my pussy feels like it's gasping for breath, only to choke on the exhale when he slams back in. It pushes me back to the brink of coming. But all I hear in my head is him saying, "Did I say you could come?"
My eyes squeeze shut as I try to hold back, clenching to stop the flow, but it just emphasizes the thickness of his cock drilling in and out of me. And every time I clench, he lets out a groan telling me that he feels it, too.
Finally, when I think I can’t take another second, he slides inside me than stops. One hand squeezes just enough to not cut off all my breath, as he braces his other hand against the wall behind me, his eyes locked on mine.
My mouth turns desert dry as my orgasm claws from my core outward through every vein, every capillary, only the fear of disappointing him stopping me, begging to be let free.
His forehead glistens from the effort of fucking me, as my pussy cleaves to his cock, pulsing and gripping him from the inside.
“Say it. Ask me to let you come.”
There’s not more time for niceties and stubbornness. I stare back at him, through glazed eyes. "Please?" I choke out.
The hand around my neck tightens in answer.
His voice whirls in my head as he asks, "And who do your orgasms belong to?"
He pushes away from the wall and reaches down between us and pinches my clit. “I said, who owns your orgasms, angel?”
It's all I need to tumble over the cliff and into the climax that feels like it's been building forever.
"Oh fuck. Kylian. They’re yours. My orgasms are yours. My body is yours."
Through the haze, I see him he watching me, his face flushed, teeth gritted as he bears down with his own orgasm. His hand clamps dangerously tightly around my throat, making everything all the more intense.
"Oh fuck..." I murmur over and over, the pleasure rocking through me, even as he pins me against the wall, as he resumes grinding his cock in and out of me.
