Page 62 of Until I Own You

After several breaths, my muscles unfurl and it’s starting to feel good. To be filled by him.

Seth inches a bit further inside me.

The stinging pain threatens to return, but I remind myself to just relax and let him take me away.

“God fucking dammit, you’re tight,” he says through clenched teeth.

That helps me to relax further, knowing just how good I’m making him feel.

We both need this. Have both craved it.

On one hand, that’s a lot of pressure, to make it feel as good as possible. And on the other, there’s so much inside we’ve been waiting to release.

The latter will win out.

Seth starts to move his hips forward and back with careful slowness, dragging his cock through me. He can read my body, can sense when I am ready to be pushed just a little farther. He is such a great Dom.

Such a great man.

Seth’s hands move to the pockets of my hips.

He begins to use my body as leverage, pulling himself inside, pushing me away.

I lock into the rhythm too, begin to push my hips back as he thrusts inside, hips kissing.

“Tell me how you feel,” he grunts, voice growing ragged.

As I stretch, I burn. Not a bad burn, not at all. It is as if I am the fire, the way my insides are starting to swelter and flare with pleasure.

It’s different than the orgasms he gave me already. Those were hot and sharp. Immediate. This one, as it builds, threatens to be bigger, brighter, longer.

“So fucking good, Sir,” I moan.

“That’s not good enough.”

Seth cups the base of my neck, presses me tight to the mattress and begins to thrust harder, faster.

As pleasure overwhelms me and envelops me in a beautiful cocoon, I can no longer keep up with him. I am at the mercy of his rhythm and his cock.

Each press of himself inside me elicits sounds from the back of my throat, sounds I’ve never heard myself make. They are unfettered and sometimes choking and ugly, but Seth matches me.

The rip of his groans, the roll of his curses.

“You like it when I fuck you?” he calls out.

How is he holding so tight to his control? I feel like I might burst into flames or shatter into a thousand pieces any moment now.

“Yes, Sir,” I squeal.

His hand attaches to my ponytail again, and he yanks on it, pulling me back so far I’m sitting on his lap with my back against his front.

I yelp, all my weight poured down onto his cock, skewered with pleasure.

Seth twists my face toward his, kisses me fiercely.

I have forgotten how wonderful his kiss is. I haven’t had nearly enough of his kisses. I want more, more, more.

But one is enough to sate him. He pulls me again by my ponytail, away from his mouth.

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