Page 109 of Until I Own You

We both sigh, as if it erases all the struggles of resisting each other in such close proximity the past however many hours.

I grip the edge of the counter.

I’m in for a fucking ride. Need something to hold onto.

Seth pulls no punches. Though he seems to have no fear of anyone walking in, it takes only seconds for him to gain enough momentum to fuck me at a ruthless pace.

Each of his thrusts elicits a ragged breath from me.

His cock hits all the right nerves inside me. If he released his hold on my body, I’d crumple to the floor, melting with delicious pleasure.

“You like my cock, baby?” Seth murmurs in my ear, snaking a hand up my front to fondle my breasts.

“I love your cock, Sir.”

He lets out a warm laugh. “You’re such a good girl, Bridget.” He pulls his cock all the way out. “Such a good girl.”

His last word is punctuated by his return, thrusting himself as deep as he will go.

I scream as torrent of warmth shudders through me, bending further forward so he can get that deep each and every time.

“Tell me how much you need me,” he says.

“I need you so bad, Sir.”

His hand moves up from my breast to splay across my chest. “Say my name.”

“Sir…”

Then, his hand moves to the lower part of my neck. His fingers act as a collar, reminding me of who I belong to. “My name, Bridget.”

Through a haze of impending orgasm, I muster his name, his real name, on my lips. “Seth, oh my god, Seth.”

“Tell me you need me.”

My eyes blur, tears of pleasure pricking as heat threatens to annihilate me. “Oh! I need you! I need you, Seth. I’ve always needed you.”

Seth’s other hand finds the button of my clit without fumbling and presses hard. “Come for me.”

He doesn’t have to demand. It would be impossible to avoid.

My body bucks, head thrown back as an orgasm runs through me. A screech comes from my mouth, a sound I’ve never made, even in the throes of pleasure.

“Yes, yes. Let them know you’re mine.”

My body trembles and shakes.

I can’t see the end of the orgasm and that keeps me going as every spasm of pleasure echoes through me as if there are a million more to come.

Seth drops his mouth to my shoulder and groans.

His hips slam into me.

One. Two. Three.

Release.

As he fills me, his body slackens, yet loses no strength, holds me in his arms almost like he’s afraid he’ll lose me or that I might turn into a million grains of sand sliding through his fingers.

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