Page 58 of Bind Me

“You smell so sinful,” he purrs, pressing his face against my neck and taking a deep breath.

While I struggle to take air into my lungs, squeezing my thighs, heightening the sensation that tingles through me.

“Did you enjoy my cock last night?” he whispers in my ear in that gravelly voice. He gropes my breast, fingers pinching my nipple.

Moaning, my head tilts back. I want to be fucked and used by Kaden.

“Yes,” I gasp in response, tingling all over, my bravery escalating with the explosion of arousal licking every inch of me. “I want you in my pussy, in my mouth, in my ass.”

“Such a good girl you are.” His words are like the kind of praise I can’t get enough of, his acceptance of me.

Yet, as much as I tremble, it’s hard not to blush at admitting those things out loud. Even after what we did last night, I’m practically begging for it again. It’s confusing as hell because, despite the fear, I know what I crave, what my body needs.

His breathing picks up, hands falling to my skirt, tugging the fabric up to my waist, and I don’t stop him. Those hands, his tongue, his cock, I’m craving release. The world fades away, and it’s only us two, staring at one another as his fingers slip under the elastic of my thong.

“Maybe not here,” I murmur just as he drags it down my legs, crouching in front of me.

“Lift your leg, my little mermaid.”

I oblige; of course I do.

Electricity sparks between us as he lifts himself, one hand stuffing my thong into his back pocket, the other tracing my inner thigh, brushing the tips of his fingers over my soaking seam.

“You are everything to me,” he coos, pulling me by one shoulder, then pushing the other back, turning me to face away from him.

Butterflies are bursting through me, aware of this dance. The way he’s touching me, running those large palms under my skirt and over my ass cheeks, leaves me shaking. I never want him to stop.

“Now be a good girl and don’t scream,” he whispers, stepping back from taking me with him, all while a large hand slides across my back, pushing me forward, bending at my waist. “Hold on to the shelves.”

“Ah,” I murmur, unsure how much I trust my voice when I’m already buzzing on an arousal so high I’m on the verge of coming. If I’m going to let myself have fun, then I’m going to enjoy every damn second of it.

His hand falls between my thighs, and I feel sexy as fuck right now. Kaden’s fingers spread my lips, tracing my slick to my clit, teasing it, rubbing it, leaving me rocking my hips.

“Such a tease,” I quip, really hoping no one stumbles up here and finds us.

I glance at him, pulling open his pants and unleashing his huge kraken cock—thick, erect, and covered in pre-cum. My pulse speeds up in anticipation.

But he’s not wasting time, and the fat head of his cock is already pressing into me, sending shivers through my body as though I’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.

“Just promise me, no breeding,” I say over my shoulder.

He chuckles to himself.

“I promise.” Then he slams into me. It’s rough and harsh, that massive cock of his close to splitting me in half. My head bumps into the books on the shelf. A guttural moan spills past my throat, louder than I should have made.

“You know what finding you so drenched does to a man? Feeling your slick seeping down your inner thighs, your scent so strong, intoxicating me with desire?” His fingers squeeze into my hips, gripping me firmly, buried so deep I struggle to breathe from how absolutely full to the brim I feel. “All night, I dreamed of sucking on that sweet pussy of yours, rolling my tongue over your clit, listening to you cry out from pleasure. Knowing that you’re soaking because of me, and you’re barely holding it together, desperate to beg for my cock.”

He draws out of me, those perfect bumps on his cock rubbing me, stroking my entrance, making me a puddle of shuddery gasps.

I want to tell him I’m not the kind of girl who begs for anything, but as he picks up his momentum, pounding into me and spreading my inner walls with each plunge, only a whimper comes out.

He thrusts into me, a powerful motion that has my whole body rocking forward. Fingers gripping the shelves, I hold on, with a clear view of the stairs leading up to this floor from my position. Just seeing that no one’s arriving has me moaning for more.

I’ve never felt this full with any man before, my body tight, trembling with arousal. He fucks me hard, shoving himself into me over and over, his hands on my hips like iron.

Breaths short, those whining sounds graze my throat as he growls like a beast behind me, going so deep into me that he’s taking me to a completely different level of euphoria.

I’m reeling, close to screaming with how near my orgasm is. I claw at the shelves as he fucks me against the books, his grunts filling the silence. I’m dripping from the excitement owning me, and he plunges faster, as if sensing my own crescendo rising.

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