Page 112 of The Secret

I wanted to give him everything

A sharp hiss reverberated through his body as he sucked in air through his teeth when I licked off the glistening pearl drop from the tip of his dick, before swallowing him down in one, a steel rod encased in the softest satin. His fingers threaded through my hair, collecting it in his hand, the knuckles on his other hand stroking along my jaw.

“Fuck, Kit… baby I need you to stop.”

I sucked harder and the groan he let out was dirty and raw, hitting my clit like an arrow to a bullseye. My tongue flickered along the underside and he gave me ten more seconds, his balls tightening with each one, until he forced me off with a pop and threw me on the bed. He took his time removing his clothes. I was already very familiar with the particular clench of the jaw he was exhibiting right now, the one that told me he was so close to the edge he needed to gather himself. But I didn’t want him to gather himself; I wanted him to lose control, completely.

I rid myself of my panties. “Murray, come here please.”

He crawled over me, holding his body inches from mine, his biceps straining under his stillness. The smell of his testosterone, rich, musky, and dark, seeped into my airways as I breathed him in, making me lightheaded.

“Lift up your knees.” His nose was almost touching mine, his irises so dark with lust the fine line where they met his pupils was indiscernible.

I held my knees in place, crying out as he shifted slightly then drove into me with one smooth, purposeful thrust. His composure never wavered, but the throbbing at the vein in his temple matched the throbbing of my vagina, fluttering around him as I held onto my orgasm with all the strength I could gather.

His massive thighs spread my knees further, one of his hands gathering both of mine and holding them tight above my head, then moved back, sliding until I felt the cool breeze of too much space between us.

He stole my breath as he plunged forward, harder than before. “Do you know how many people were watching you tonight?”

He eased back, thrusting again, so forcefully I thought he might split me in half. “All of them, wanting what’s mine.”

I couldn’t move, still pinned underneath him as he asserted total control. The control I wanted him to lose.

His jaw clenched firm. “I’m used to people wanting what I have, but I’ve never cared about it until I saw everyone wanting you.”

He was shaking, so close to the edge but determined to hold on as long as he could.

I finally found my voice. “Tell me, baby. Show me.”

I was desperately trying to stave off what I knew was about to ruin me forever. Who was I kidding? He’d ruined me for any other man the day I’d knocked on the door.

He reared up, finally releasing my hands; only to move my thighs so far apart I could have qualified for the Olympic gymnastics team. His hair fell over his forehead, loosening from stroke after punishing stroke, each one leaving me more ragged than the last.

The blood in my veins was crashing hard against the dam wall, leaking through the tiny cracks which were growing bigger with every demanding thrust of his dick rubbing against my G-spot, hitting my cervix until I couldn’t hold on any longer. I was ripped apart, destroyed by the force of him, the force ofus, and I clenched him hard with each convulsion until he lost his own control, collapsing against me with a groan which tipped me into another orgasm.

“Mother fucker!” he roared into my neck, gently licking the sweat beading at the base of my throat, before he fell to the side pulling me to rest on top of him. “I don’t think I have any dick left.”

His fingers combed through my hair, detangling the mess of waves. My palm lay flat on his chest, his heart beat slowing under my touch as his breathing evened out.

“Thank you for tonight, for everything you did for me. I had so much fun.”

He kissed the top of my head. “You’re welcome.”

My eyelids fluttered, trying to stay open as his soft breathing levelled out into his own sleep.

“Kit?”

My neck tipped back so I could look at him and I found his green eyes glowing and earnest. “Yes?”

“I love you.”

My heart stalled mid pump, before kick-starting so hard I thought it was the early onset of a heart attack. I reminded myself to blink as I stared at him.

“I love you so much, and I can’t stop it. There’s an ache in my chest with your name on it that only disappears when we’re together. I meant what I said - I would have killed everyone in that room tonight if they’d tried to take you from me.”

I was all too familiar with that feeling, every single atom in me tuned to him and nothing else when he was around. I loved him. I had no doubt about it.

“I love you, too. I know I never answered, but yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

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