Page 95 of Until I Own You

He’s loving it. And so am I.

I wish I could have him in my mouth.

A dribble of saliva streams down my chin. I go to wipe it away, but Seth stops me.

“You’re salivating over my cock, pet?”

I smile around the gag and nod.

“God, you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” His voice sounds almost… pained.

I would like to check his expression, but that might cross a line.

Seth’s fingers hook into the cords across my belly. He pulls on them. “Inside. Put me inside. Now.”

I position him straight into the air and lift myself onto my knees, letting the head of his cock brush against the fabric of my underwear, then poke into the open crotch, nudging my wetness.

Fuck, I need him.

“Bridget.”

When the end of my name glides up in his voice, just like that, he’s bidding me to look at him.

I’m learning him just as he has learned me.

Our eyes meet.

The circles under his eyes have lightened the tiniest bit. Perhaps it’s just the lighting. But maybe it has something to do with me.

Seth puts his hands on my hips. Grip tightens. Tightens. Tightens until it stings.

The pain translates to need in my brain, sends signals to my core to get wetter.

“Take me all in one go.”

My chest lifts.

“You can do it. I know you can.”

I put the head of his cock against my opening.

I moan through my gag. I’m nervous.

He’s big, and all at once… Will hurt so good.

“Do it, baby.”

Something flares in my brain, setting off a chain reaction in my muscles, guiding me to fall over the edge and force my pussy down onto Seth, to take him all at once.

The stretch, it burns, but all of that is eclipsed by the way Seth’s body convulses, seizing upward, his head dipping back, neck revealing his bobbing Adam’s apple.

And I get even wetter at the sound that tears form his mouth followed by, “Christ.”

I relax around him, circling my hips to warm my walls to him.

“Fucking shit, that feels good…”

I giggle through my gag, more saliva dripping onto my chin.

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