Page 61 of Until I Own You

I push my hips back on his hand until the tremendous release mounts into a somehow even stronger orgasm.

Again, I scream out, slicking his fingers with more of my essence.

“Holy shit, your sounds,” he says through a disbelieving laugh. “I always knew you’d be perfect for me, but your sounds are better than I could’ve imagined.”

Seth releases my ponytail, and I drop back into position.

“I can’t wait any longer.”

Me either.

Seth grunts as he steps away. The clinking of his belt sliding off and hitting the ground with a clank, then the zipper of his pants running let me know what is coming. And god, I’m so ready!

“I need to be inside you.”

I moan.

“Use your words, pet.”

“I want you, Sir.” The words come out of me like a song that needs to be sung. I can’t keep them in. “I need you inside me so bad.”

We didn’t discuss contraception, but if Seth knows everything about me, he knows that I’ve been on birth control since I was eighteen because his mother went with me to my first gyno appointment and thought it would be best. It’s only come in handy for less painful periods.

Until now.

“I’m big, Bridget.”

“I know, Sir.”

Seth grabs my hips and pulls them back until I bump into his bare cock. Hot, hard, and huge. He drags himself across the seam of my pussy and my backside, coating himself in my juices. “Tell me how much you want me.”

“I want you so bad, Sir,” I whine. “I’ve wanted you for years.”

“Fuck yes, you have.”

“I have been a good girl for years so that one day you would finally fuck me, Sir.”

As soon as I say the words out loud, I know I mean them with all my heart. And though it was never a conscious thought of mine, the truth is I have been craving this attention from him for years.

He laughs low. “You’ve been a good girl for me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Well, good girls deserve rewards.”

It is painful at first, the way he sticks his cock inside me. My whole body bracing. I fist the sheets, hoping that will help.

“Tensing won’t make it feel better,” Seth says in a soft manner.

Still my Dom, the one who knows everything I don’t. But not set on inflicting pain.

Further proof it was right to wait for him.

“Relax around me, pet.”

I let out my held breath, let the term of endearment wash over me.

Seth is being…gentle. One of his hands slides across my backside, not prepping me for another lashing, but encouraging me to give in.

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