Page 39 of Need Him Like Oxygen

“Here,” he said, reaching for my hand, pressing it between my thighs. “Work this sweet pussy for me for a minute,” he said.

I did just that as he reached out to the side, digging in his nightstand for the stash of condoms I’d found there on my first day, finding one, then making quick work of protecting us as his gaze kept slipping toward where my hand was between my thigh, teasing my clit.

“Fuck,” he said, exhaling hard. “You’re so fucking sexy, Cin,” he said, reaching for my hand, lifting it, and sucking my fingers into his mouth, cleaning them off, before slipping his fingers between mine as he leaned forward, coming down over me, his hand pinning mine to the mattress as his weight pressed down on me.

His hips shifted, and his hard length was pressed against my clit.

My legs rose, wrapping around him, holding him tight as I rocked against him, my breathing getting faster and more shallow.

His lips sealed against mine again, harder, hungrier, close to losing control.

I wanted him too.

I wanted him as pulled apart at the edges as I felt.

His lips pulled from mine, his eyes almost closed they were so heavy as he looked down at me.

He pulled against my hold, getting a grumble that had his lips curving up for a second as he repositioned, and, finally, the head of his cock pressed against me.

Pausing.

Then surging inside of me. Taking me with one long, deep thrust.

The sound that escaped me was half moan, half shock, as he stretched me, as he pressed so deep there was a slight ache that had no right to feel good. But did regardless.

“Oh, fuck,” Dav groaned, pausing as he was settled deep. “You’re so fucking tight.” The words only made my walls close around him more, dragging a growl out of him.

His forehead pressed to mine as he sucked in a steadying breath. It must not have helped, though, as his cock ground deeper, creating that delicious little pinch again.

“I don’t want to hurt your ribs,” he said, voice almost pained from holding himself back.

“They don’t hurt,” I said. It wasn’t technically a lie. Right now, the only pain I felt was the aching need for release. “Please fuck me.”

That rumble moved through him, vibrating into me.

And then whatever control he had snapped as he pulled back, almost leaving me, then slammed deep again, hard enough to jolt my whole body.

Maybe it should have hurt, maybe it would later, but I didn’t care.

All that mattered was the feel of him inside of me, the way his control was shredding with each thrust, making him harder, rougher.

Something inside of me loved this side of him. The same part of me that was drawn to his darkness and violence also loved this hard, almost savage side of him as he fucked me.

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” he groaned as I tightened around him, almost making it hard for him to move. “Squeeze my cock.”

As if my body had been waiting for the demand, the orgasm coursed through me, making me cry out and writhe as the waves crashed through me over and over before finally releasing me.

As desperate as he seemed for it, though, he hadn’t come with me. His cock was rock-hard inside of me as I came back down.

As I sucked in a breath, he pulled away, sitting on his knees, and yanking up my legs, then starting to fuck me again.

Harder, somehow, than before, his gaze holding mine captive as his fingers bruised into my thighs.

“Tell me your perfect fucking pussy is mine,” he demanded, his thrusts so savage that the backs of my thighs ached from his body slamming against them.

“It’s yours,” I gasped. Because, in that moment, it was. I was. Wholly. More completely than I’d ever been anyone’s before.

The growl that escaped him made my belly go liquid as my walls tightened, as he drove me closer and closer to that edge again.

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