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Jesus Christ, Sadie.
I don’t remember ever being responsible for making anyone make that sound. Or ever remembering wanting something so bad.
Instead of climbing on the bed, back between my legs, he surprises me by straddling my chest.
‘You can let go now,’ he says with a smirk, and I realise my hands are still wrapped tight above my head. I stretch my fingers as I lower them, looking at the white indentations in my flesh. ‘A little like rope marks,’ he says, taking them in his own hands and kissing each in turn. Despite the tenderness of his action, the implication of his words makes my heart beat trip. ‘Kiss it,’ he whispers. One hand next to my head, he grips his length with the other, bringing it level with my mouth.
His cock jumps eagerly between us. I open for him, watching his face as he places the broad head of his cock on my bottom lip.
‘These lips were made for kissing,’ he murmurs. The drag of his silken skin is responsible for my scattering thoughts. And responsible for the closing of my lips. I swirl my tongue over the swollen head, make out with it a little as he pulls out a touch.
The sound of his carnal groan—I want to bottle it. I want to take it with me to remind me always of this man’s need. Of howImade him feel. Instead, I lick the tip, then open wider to allow him to slide right in.
‘You look amazing.’ Will’s gaze is story with arousal as it flicks up from where he watches me swallow him down. ‘But this is just a taster. I’m going to come in your mouth.Fuck, yeah.Later.’
An instant later, he backs away, tearing the condom wrapper with his teeth. Watching him sheath himself makes me wish I was still holding the bed frame because my need to touch him consumes me.
‘You like to watch,’ he says, his eyes flaring comically as he holds the condom at the root as though checking for fit.
‘Is that what this is? Just a demonstration.’ My pout makes him chuckle. ‘I was hoping for something a little more real.’
‘It doesn’t get any more real than this, Sadie.’ His expression falters, but seconds later, he’s lining himself up. ‘They don’t teach you in school about what I’m about to do.’
I don’t have time to answer as, one hand on the bed and the other on his cock, he slips his head through my wetness, causing us both to exhale a shuddering breath.
Then, with one long thrust, he slides himself to the hilt.
‘Fuck!’
The force of his motion pushes the word from my throat, my knees instinctively lifting to his thighs as though to contain the force.
He’s far from gentle, his thrusts a heady mixture of pleasure and pain. If his body is built for impact, mine is built to take the blows, and as his hips snap and flex, he growls dirty promises in my ear.
‘I’m going to make you mine,’ he promises. ‘You’ll be feeling me inside you for the rest of the week.’
His powerful torso undulates above as his thrusts become shallower.
‘Open your legs. Let me break you apart.’
I do just that, spreading them as wide as they’ll go. Each drive of his hips, each flex of his thighs, has my insides pulsing so strongly, it’s like my body is trying to pull him inside.
‘Fuck me,’ he rasps, planking over me to kiss my head. ‘I can feel your pussy clenching around me. Don’t you come yet,’ he adds, picking up the pace. ‘Wait until I say.’
I want to argue—to tell him it’s not up to either of us, that it’s up to my body—but as I open my mouth, I begin to chant.
‘Yes, yes. Yes!’
My throat is too hoarse from my cries, the root of him rubbing my already swollen clit. It’s torture and it’s agony. And it’s the best.
As Will’s body surges above me, he murmurs honeyed things. How tight I am. How sweet I feel. How he can feel every inch of me. How he’s going to make me come so many times tonight I’ll forget what day it is.
I’m begging, I realise, as he drives into me again and again; my fingernails dig into his shoulders as I pray for release. I don’t have words or the brain capacity, but as he dips his head and tells me to come for him, my body answers instinctively.
I feel like invisible threads have tethered me. Tied me down and spread me out across the bed as a burst of white-hot electricity implodes deep inside.
With one last undulation, he seats himself deep. Sitting up onto his knees, he pulls the latex from his length.
‘Open up, Miss Sadie,’ he murmurs with a wicked glint.
