Page 29 of Owned By Knuckles
"Oh God," I moan into the pillow.
"You like that? Like being fucked from behind?"
"Yes. Fuck, yes."
He sets a punishing pace, gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. One hand slides up my back and tangles in my hair, pulling just hard enough to arch my back more, to make me take him even deeper.
"Such a good girl," he murmurs in my ear, leaning over me. "Taking my cock so well. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be fucked like this."
His words are filthy, possessive, and they make me clench around him. He feels it and groans.
"Fuck, you like when I talk dirty to you?" He pulls my hair harder, forcing my head back. "You like being told what a good girl you are for me?"
"Yes," I gasp. "God, yes."
"That's my girl." He releases my hair and grips my hips with both hands again, slamming into me harder. "This pussy is mine now. You understand? Mine to fuck, mine to fill, mine to make come whenever I want."
The possessiveness in his voice should probably scare me, but it doesn't. It makes me feel wanted. Claimed. His.
"Yours," I moan. "I'm yours."
"Damn right you are." His thrusts become erratic, less controlled. "Fuck, I'm close. I'm gonna come so fucking deep inside you. Gonna fill this pussy up."
"Please," I beg. "I want it. Want to feel you come inside me."
That's all it takes. He slams in deep and holds there, groaning as he comes. I can feel it. The hot spurts of his release, the way his cock pulses and throbs inside me. He's coming so much, more than I expected, and I can feel it filling me up, some of it already leaking out around his cock.
"Fuck," he gasps. "Fuck, Savannah. You feel so fucking good."
He stays buried inside me for a long moment, both of us trying to catch our breath. His hands are gentle now, running soothingly over my back and hips.
Finally, he pulls out. I can feel his cum dripping out of me, warm and wet, running down my thighs.
He collapses next to me on the bed and pulls me against his chest.
"Holy fuck," I breathe.
He laughs, his chest rumbling under my cheek. "Yeah. That about sums it up."
We lie there in silence for a few minutes, just breathing together. His hand is running through my hair, gentle and soothing.
"You okay?" he finally asks. "Nothing hurt? Nothing was too much?"
"I'm perfect. That was... I don't even have words for what that was."
"Good." He presses a kiss to my forehead. "You need to clean up?"
"Probably. But I don't want to move yet."
"We've got time." His arms tighten around me. "Just so you know, I’ll want more tonight."
I laugh. "You're insane."
"Maybe. But I told you, you deserve to feel good. And I'm gonna make sure you do."
I snuggle closer to him, feeling safer and more content than I have in years. I can feel his cum still leaking out of me, marking me as his, and something about that feels right.
"Thank you," I whisper.
