Page 221 of The Sidekick

“And you’d be happy?” I ask him and chew my lip.

“Mostly,” he says and clears his throat. “I want something more than that though.”

“Like what?” I ask with a frown. What more is there?

“My ring on your finger.”

My head snaps around to see him with wide eyes. His jaw clenches at the same time as his fingers.

“I want my mark on you where everyone can see it. I want your mark on me. It’s too soon for that though because I’m scaring the shit out of you.”

My mouth works helplessly as I take in how serious he is. He’s got the set-in-stone voice going.

“Don’t run, angel,” he says in an ominous tone that gives me goosebumps.

My throat is dry as I try to find a response. “It might be too soon for a ring but there are other ways.”

My response makes him frown and his fingers loosen a little to stroke my skin.

“Like what? Convince me.”

Oh gosh. This is embarrassing.

“Well, at work I’ve been looking at something and I’ve wanted it since I saw it. I never thought I’d be able to get it.”

His brow rises. “What is it?”

I can tell he’s thinking ‘and what does it have to do with this conversation’.

“It’s a collar,” I say with a wince. My mouth won’t stop dropping words though. I’m too nervous about this. “It’s really cute and it has a heart lock on it that only one person can open and I thought, what if? The key could be put on a necklace.”

“Fuck,” he chokes out and his hand suddenly leaves my thigh to grip the wheel tightly.

I don’t get a chance to ask him if it was too much or any other questions.

The car jerks as he pulls off onto a gravel side-road with trees on either side creating a shelter. We bounce to a stop and he puts it in park, breathing heavily. The dome light comes on revealing his flushed cheeks and clenched jaw. He moves the seat all the way back.

“Get over here,” he grits and pulls his pants and boxer briefs down until his erection bobs into sight, glistening at the tip.

My eyes go wide at the quiet fury. I don’t hesitate to undo my seatbelt and scramble over to straddle his thighs. The horn goes off at some point but I don’t care. I position him at my entrance and sink down as quickly as I can. The obvious struggle he’s having maintaining his control has gotten me wet enough that it isn’t difficult.

“Yes,” he hisses out and groans, trying to watch as his flesh disappears into mine in the darkness. “Now make me cum. Let me know how much you want it.”

I melt into his chest, gripping the back of the seat hard for support. My hips slide back and forth over his lap, the perfect angle to rub against my clit. I press my face into his throat as I whimper at the feel of him. He’s hot and so hard it’s almost bruising as he slides inside.

“You want me to collar you?” He grunts as his cheek presses into mine. “So fucking sweet, angel. I’ll collar you. Everyone will know you’re mine. Fuck.”

The last word is choked and his head drops back as he breathes roughly.

“This won’t take long, angel,” he pants, “You feel too good.”

His hands grip my thighs, rubbing restlessly as he moans. The fact that I’m the one forcing those sounds out of him aches in me. Every word builds my need higher. His control is gone because I’ve pleased him. I’m giddy with the thought of it.

“Please fill me up,” I beg, throwing caution to the wind with this perfect man inside me. “I need it.”

His hands cradle my butt as I move, speeding my rhythm up. He starts speaking but it’s in a language I don’t know. I clench on him at the desperate, angry sounds and cry out as his fingers clench hard enough to leave bruises. He’s spreading me as if someone else were there to watch him possess me totally. The thought makes me wetter than I was before.

“I’m yours. Please!”

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