Page 122 of Born for Silk

The stretch is…

Oh, the stretch.

Warmth.

Tension.

Pressure.

But then… I cannot quell the thought of him with a Xin De girl. Sinking all the way in. I push my backside into him, and immediately, his crown bashes something inside me—the end of me. I cry out, both frustrated and in pain.

“Stop that!” He grunts. “You have a lot of nerves on your cervix, and you’re pregnant. If you do that again, I will pull out and fuck your other hole as punishment.”

Fuck my?

I blink.

He cannot mean…

My confusion churns to pleasure when his fingers slide down and play with my clit, strumming the bead. My mouth opens, and I whimper my thoughts. "I saw you.”

“Saw me what?”

“With the House Girls.” The words fall out before I have time to swallow them. Can’t swallow. Can barely feel anything as he brings my pleasure up, up, from my toes. Down. Down from my hot ears. Across, across from thighs. Landing a ball of pleasure at the tips of his fingers that leaves me writhing and taking fast thrusts from behind.

His fingers leave me.

“Did you?” A firm hand slides up, roaming along my trembling belly, between my ribs, to my throat, where he grabs the column, possessiveness rearing up.

Groaning, he holds me still to take his thrusts from behind, beating upward into me but still cloaking my spine in his hot body.

I shake when he does.

I swelter when he burns.

"What are you implying," he hisses between heavy pants that match his inward drives. "That I want someone else? That I’ll take them over you?”

I answer through choppy whimpers. "It is none of my business who you..." I hesitate, but say it anyway, "fuck."

"That word is beneath you, sweet creature. I fuck you,” he says as he does. “I fuck, you do not. You adore, pleasure, love. Don't use words that are beneath you."

He groans, the pumping of his hips gets faster, and I close my eyes, taking the need, feeling his desperation to come in the precision, in the focus of every inward drive.

My pussy ripples and flutters around him, opening only when he pushes in and closing as he pulls out.

I’m mindless with him. “Oh, my king."

"Don't disrespect this, little creature. Don't underestimate my obsession for you!" His fingers tighten around my throat. "I am consumed. I cannot go a night without this. I cannot concentrate."

Thrust.

"The thought?—"

Thrust.

"Of touching?—"

Thrust.

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