Page 95 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

“Stay.” He threatens.

Like actual shackles around my wrists, his words keep me pinned dutifully to the table as he returns his hand to my ass.

A finger slips between my folds and into my pussy as I moan.

It doesn't stay there long. He pulls it out and brings it to my lower back. I feel him brush his finger against my skin before it dips back into my tight passage.

He repeats the same process a couple of times before I finally ask, “What are you doing?”

He puts his finger back into me, pumping a couple of times, before taking it out and to my back. I feel him making something like a cross.

“Writing my name on you with your cum.” His voice is dark and dominating, sending a shiver up my spine as my jaw drops.

Phoenix.

That’s the cross movement I felt him making on my back.

“You’re dripping for me. Every single drop needs to be put to good use.” he growls.

He blows on my skin, drying my cum and sending a wave of goosebumps rippling over my lower back in the process. His hand on my waist is possessive as he runs his thumb over his handiwork. “I’m resisting the urge to make this permanent. I might if you’re not careful.”

I’m not putting any stock into the words he says while we’re having sex, but that doesn’t make them any less hot.

“Oh, God,” I whimper, my words muffled by the table.

“There’s nothing he can do for you now that you belong to me.” He says back, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction.

Without another word, he plunges back into me to the hilt, the shock of his entrance forcing me to my tiptoes.

He grips my waist possessively with both hands and uses it to pull me back to meet his powerful thrusts. My teeth rattle with the force but the noise is covered by the erotic sound of his hips slapping against my ass.

“Tell me you like it.” He demands.

“I’m not…feeding your ego.” I reply, struggling to get breaths in and words out.

He smacks my ass, making me squeal in response.

“I don’t need to hear it from your lips,” he bites out cruelly, “Not when the sounds of my dick slamming into your wet pussy are echoing off the walls.” He grabs me by the throat and forces me upright, gluing his front to my back as he wraps his other hand around my stomach. His mouth presses against my ear. “Can you hear it?”

I nod chaotically, this new position making me completely brainless. The angle of his thrusts has him bottoming so deep inside me, deeper than he’s ever been, and I can barely keep it together.

“Can you feel it?”

My arousal is dripping down my thighs and the way his rough breaths and guttural noises are hitting the side of my face isn’t helping. I nod again.

“Then,” he growls in my ear, “tell me you like it.”

He punctuates every word with deep, sharp thrusts, hitting a part of me that he never has before.

“I like it, Phoenix.” I whimper, incapable of putting up a fight any longer.

His teeth close around my earlobe, biting and sucking my skin into his mouth as his fingers come around my front to play with my clit. In tandem with the way he pumps into me, he rubs my tight bud until stars explode behind my eyes and I come with a loud scream.

He’s not far behind me, thrusting a few more times before my spasming muscles trigger his own orgasm and I feel his cum spurt inside me.

He guides me back down to the desk where I rest for a second, catching my breath. He pulls out of me and I hear the sound of a zipper closing before he cups my elbow and gently pulls me upright.

I turn and find him standing before me, holding my dress. With the fog of arousal cleared from my brain, I suddenly feel very vulnerable. He’s fully clothed, the only item missing his jacket, while I stand completely naked before him.

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