Page 99 of Consume Me

The praise inflames my passion.

Pulling me up, he guides me to the large window, which reflects like a mirror at night. My heavy breathing instantly fogs the glass.

He unbuckles his pants and pulls his dick out, and I feel him hard at my back. He strokes himself, and I see the hunger spreading over his expression.

And then he slips his cock inside of me, inch by inch––thick, long, and hard. He doesn’t stop until I take all of him. Instinctively, I rise on my tiptoes.

“Shh, accept me. Let me in,” he says, one hand digging into my waist, the other caressing along my side.

I don’t know why I get the impression he’s implying more than just what’s happening between us right now. I’ll show him I’ll accept every part of him, take him just as he is—in and out of the bedroom.

His finger plays with my clit as I lower my heels back to the ground. He’s so big, but I am addicted to that pinch of pain that comes with a wave of pleasure.

“Just like that, your pussy welcomes me. Accepting all of me, knowing it’s made for me.”

I palm the window, moaning when he fills me to the brim, stretching me beyond my capacity.

Eyes locked through the glass, I’d give this man every piece of me. Right now, he looks at me like I am the wonder of his life. I’ve never seen that expression on him before—a combination of awe, surrender, and contentment.

“You feel like paradise—my personal slice of heaven.”

I tilt my head, giving in to a sensual kiss while he slowly pushes in and out as if preparing me for what’s coming.

“I need you.” His voice is laced with a mix of urgency and desperation.

“Take me like you need, Blake. Never ask, just take.”

“I’ll never deserve you, baby, but it’s too late now.”

I start to say I don’t care, but he silences me with an unyielding thrust. The movement smashes my chest against the window as he fucks me with wild abandon.

This savage part of him has me losing my damn mind. Every time he thrusts, making me take all of him until I gasp for air, it amplifies the pleasure. It’s a symphony of sensual sensation, and he’s the conductor. I let go, crying out his name as I let myself fall into the arms of euphoria.

“Yeah, let me hear you.”

“God, this feels so…”

“God, huh?”

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“No, baby. You’re the one who’s full.”

He fists his hand in my hair and tugs my head back. Kissing me hard enough to forget my own name, he pounds into me without restraint. I moan so long and loud that my throat dries. He doesn’t stop until we both come, his cum mixed with my juices drips down my thighs.

Kneeling behind me, he traces our release back to my sensitive pussy and trails kisses up my leg until he reaches my ass cheeks. He bites into one hard enough I know he left a mark.

And then comes my other favorite part, his tending to me after an intense fucking. Scooping me up, he carries me up the stairs.

My mouth drops in awe of the bedroom, which is decorated in creams and blacks. A king-sized bed offers a stunning view of the forest and pond, and a large oval bathtub and a walk-in closet round out the room.

He places me down, and I walk naked toward the window. I doubt I will ever tire of seeing such an ethereal view.

He turns on the water, and as the tub fills, he wraps his arms around me and places his chin on my shoulder.

“I’m dreaming. I must be dreaming. There’s no other explanation.”

“No, you’re not, Silver.”

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