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“There you go.”
He releases my throat only to wrap his arm around me and pull me to my knees while he’s buried to the hilt behind me. I cry out.
Sliding back up to my neck again, he grips my jaw and presses a soft kiss to my temple. When he lets go, he gives a tender slap to my face and returns to gripping my neck.
I form an O with my mouth and blow out. Keep it together. My feminism takes a backseat while my kink rides shotgun. I relish those small swats.
“Does my slut need me to take over?”
I can’t even think straight, much less be in control. I’m stuck in this blissful fog of euphoria. Every nerve is sparking and wanting more, but I’m too raptured to do anything about it. It’s a paralysis of the best kind.
“Please, Rhys.”
“You beg so well, baby.” He nips behind my ear.
He takes me again, and at this angle, I feel him everywhere, it’s pure pleasure. One hand around my throat, the other pushing vibrations into my clit.
“How does it feel?” he whispers.
“So good,” I moan. “It’s always so good.” His hold on me turns possessive, and I grip the back of his neck and shoulder to steady my balance while my body shudders. “Harder.”
He sets the vibrator down to grab more lubricant. Once he’s ready to continue, his controlled drives are determined, rougher. I cry out with each drum of pleasure that rips through me as he pounds from behind. I’m overwhelmed, my pulse is whooshing in my ears, but underneath the noise, “Be mine, Freya Girl” slips from his lips. Did he really say that, or did I imagine it? Probably side effects of all the oxytocin.
He gently lowers me back onto all fours and fucks me down from my climax with languid strokes. Ever so slowly, he pulls out, and it’s like I could come all over again.
Forcefully gripping my hips, he flips me on my back and feasts on me. He has a taker attitude, but this man is all giving. This is what I found so attractive during our long chats—when he’s in,he’s all in.
He shoves my dress higher and looks up at me from between my thighs. “You are the most beautiful whore. And you’re mine, understand? I can’t stay away from you.”
My body trembles, his words sparking another orgasm.His fucking words.He extends his arm to grab my throat again while licking and sucking, and I fall over the edge. He brings one leg back down on the floor, pulling me to the edge of the bed in front of him, still writhing from the last one.
“Relax. Deep breath, babe.”
I exhale and concentrate on relaxing my lower half.
“Ready?”
I’ve never had anal sex in missionary. His firm grasp pushes up my calves, he spits with impressive accuracy and then slides the head of his cock back inside me. Fuck, he’s huge. The angle shift makes it all new. He fills my ass and holds himself there. I’m adjusted to him, but I need more movement. I want to feel him gliding in and out. He senses my frustration and simply smiles, enjoying my misery.
“You better start fucking me.”
He barks out a laugh but remains steady.
My cheek gets another slap. “Don’t try to top from the bottom, Princess. It’s very unbecoming.”
He leans down to kiss me, and my stomach erupts with butterflies.No, it’s too much.
“Red.”
He pulls back and raises an eyebrow at the use of my safeword. I don’t want to hurt his feelings by recoiling, but I don’t want my feelings hurt either.
“Red for kissing you?”
I nod. “Use me. Make me your slut, Rhys. Fuck me, mark me with your cum, and turn me into a mess like you do every single time.”
“Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight.” His voice sounds colder than before.
I bite my lip and do as he says.
