Page 96 of Until I Own You

Seth lifts both his hands, slaps them down against my thighs, sending tingling shocks through me. “Come on, show me what you got.”

He begins the rhythm for me, pushing my hips forward and back, delicious friction beginning between us.

Once I catch on, I place my hands against his chest, wrinkling the fabric of his dress shirt.

I bounce on his cock, showing off the tight bustier of the piece I created for him.

Seth’s eyes are glued to my breasts. “You look fucking perfect, Bridget.”

I flush, groan around the gag as Seth’s cock jams deep into me, skidding against my g-spot.

My fingers toy with the buttons on his shirt.

I want to see him naked. And I haven’t gotten that chance yet. He’s always been clothed.

I’ve never said anything about it, nor has he explained. But in the heat of the moment, it can’t hurt to get a little peek.

Except, before I can get one button open, he breaks them away from his chest.

His hands engulf my breasts through the fabric of my lingerie, fondling their fullness and growling to himself. “Fucking beautiful…”

His hands slide to my rib cage, then down to my ass.

He squeezes, half of his hand on fabric, the other on skin. “You are my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh.” I nod, continuing the ride him, my jaw stretched by the gag.

“Tell me, Bridget, tell me you’re my good girl.”

I can’t talk, not with the gag around my mouth, but I try to anyway.

The sounds that come out are not words at all. I huff.

Tears bristle in my eyes.

I want to tell him so bad.

“Oh, you poor thing, you’re trying so hard, aren’t you?”

I nod with a defeated groan.

“That’s okay.” Seth’s arms encircle my waist.

He pulls me down so my chest is flush to him. “I know you’re mine.”

His fingers dance across the back of my neck, touching my chain-link collar.

“I know you’re mine,” he repeats in a ragged voice.

Suddenly, Seth’s hips push me aloft, hitting me deep, causing a beautiful burn inside me.

The new angle gives him room to pull out more, increasing the fiction.

“Let it all out,” he grunts. “I want to hear it all.”

Despite the gag, I allow every sound to pour out of me from the deepest corners of my soul. Every single bit of pleasure.

Seth is moving at top speed.

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