Page 42 of Mine to Worship

Isn’t it pretty obvious? I am flooding his thighs with my need.

“I want you to pretend so good that I believe you.”

He groans, his eyes darkening as if he doesn’t approve of my words. “Then I’ll fucking pretend until I fill you to the brim,” he says, and his lips crash on mine.

A volcano erupts, molten lava of lust flowing through me. My teeth nibble on his shoulder, and my fingers trace down his ripped arms and chest. He lifts me by my ass and rolls me back on the mattress.

He towers over me, a smirk plastered on his face.

“At least we don’t have to worry about a condom.”

Present and past intertwine before me, and the only constant is him.

My hand rises to his face, and he captures it, kissing my palm, leaning into it. I close my eyes to soak this moment in, when all that matters is him and me.

“I want to feel you so bad.”

He slides inside of me, and my legs cross around his waist. He fills me to the hilt, and my head falls back. His breath hitches when I moan his name. Stars pepper my vision with every thrust and my breath trips on the way out. He owns me from within, and I never want to belong to anyone else but him, this cruel man who embedded himself into every fiber of my being. He interlaces our fingers and pins my hands above my head.

“Do you like how I pretend?” He bites down on my nipple, and my mouth opens on a moan. So ready for him to rock, tilt, spin my world and bring it back on its axis. So desperate for more.

“I love it. Never stop.”

“How could I stop when all I want is to worship you.” Kian swallows his name from my lips, and the orgasm crashes through my body like water lapping at a cliff; it wears it down with its persistence and power. Euphoria spreads its wings so high, I could fly.

He turns me over and bites into my bottom, then grips it with both hands and slams inside me. I bury my face in the pillow, but he smacks my ass cheek.

“Those moans belong to me. Let me hear how good my cock ravages your tight pussy.”

A string of moans flow from my lips as he keeps a steady pace. Yes, every thought becomes an afterthought. Pure sensations wrap around me in cotton candy.

“Give me one more orgasm, angel.”

I shake my head. “I don’t think I can.” But I want to and chase that total state of bliss.

“You can,” he growls. “Now be a good angel and come.”

His thumb finds my clit and flicks it. His cock thrusts in and out of me relentlessly, hitting every pleasure spot inside of me. I grip the pillow and detonate for the second time. He comes a moment later with a shudder and a groan. His lips kiss down my spine, and he collapses on the other side of the mattress.

“It’s hard pretending.”

I sigh. It is.

I peel my eyes open to see Kian looking at me intensely.

“Good morning,” he says, voice filled with sleep.

I reach across the gap between us and kiss him, not thinking about it before I do.

“Good morning.”

His eyes widen, and he cups my face in his hands, grinning. “Now it is.”

My stomach growls, and dipping his head, he presses a kiss on my belly. He says good morning to our baby, melting my heart. He slides from the bed, a hand snaking around my ankle, and a cry of surprise escapes my lips as he drags me to him.

“Let’s feed you two. Anything in particular?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows.

“Pancakes with jam, chocolate syrup, and banana.”

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