Page 36 of Be Mine

“Sit on my cock,” I’m so hard, so desperate to be inside her I’m like steel, standing straight and proud.

Holding her waist, she gets situated above me, both of us facing the mirror opposite us. Grasping the base steady, she sinks her way down on me, swallowing me in her tight heat. So wet. So warm.

“Fuck,” I grit out at the same time she moans. Her hands find their way behind my head, holding herself to me, and she’s spread, all of her for me to see. The sight of it making my balls tight. I bury my face into the crook of her neck, licking and sucking away the thin sheen of sweat there before clamping herflesh between my teeth, making her cry out more. She hasn’t moved yet, sitting on my lap with my cock buried as far as she will allow.

My hands grab her waist in a bruising hold. “Fuck me, baby. Move that pretty pussy up and down my cock.”

Her hips begin to move, slowly, tentatively, allowing herself to acclimatize to my size. She rolls her hips, the head of my cock running along her front walls that are constricting me so hard it’s borderline painful, but so, so good.

“That’s my girl,” I purr in her ear, reaching down to play with her clit. Not enough to bring her to climax, but to heighten the pleasure. I’m rewarded with a moan, rasping out my name. God, I’d crawl on my hands and knees, bloodied and black and blue for each one she gives me. My other hand is on her breast, rolling the hardened nipple between my thumb and forefinger, testing its pliability.

“Noah, fuck, it feels so good,” she pants. Her hips are moving at a faster pace. Each time she takes me deep, she swivels her hips in a way that has me near blacking out from the sensation that forms in my balls, in the base of my spine. But you couldn’t pay me to look away now. Her breasts are bouncing from the movements, her hair disheveled and sticking to her forehead, her eyes heavy-lidded, drunk on the same lust I am. God, she’s stunning.

My eyes fixate on our connection, her pink pussy, so swollen. The way she stretches for me, swallowing me down. “Watch in the mirror, Frankie. Watch how your body takes me. If there’s a God, he designed us specifically for each other.”

Her gaze drifts between her legs, too, to our reflection, and I push up at the same time she moves down, burying so deeply I nearly come, but I’m not finished with her yet. I continue to languidly strum her clit, giving herjustenough.

“So beautiful. So perfect. Do you trust me?” I ask as I thrust up into her again, matching her pace. This is beyond fucking. This is beyond making love. This is bonding, a union between two souls that somehow managed to collide in the same universe.

“Always.” She sighs.

I reach for the knife in my nightstand. A wave of fear flashes over her face, but it’s mixed with pure, unadulterated lust, too.

Running the tip of the blade over her body, I torment her, taking stock of every shiver, every moan as it drifts down her body between her legs. She’s fighting with herself to relax, to relinquish control and submit to me completely.

“I’ll never hurt you in ways you wouldn’t want,” I whisper in her ear, reminding her of the promise I made. I coast the knife feather-light over her clavicle, down the spot above her breast. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and I silently ask for her permission, for reassurance that she can take it. She answers with a singular nod, letting a shuddering breath out, preparing for the pain.

The tip pierces her skin, a small superficial slice over her heart. Blood instantly blooms to the surface, a lone trickle down her breast.

I pass her the knife and hold out my left palm. “Now cut me.”

Her hands shake slightly as she brings the knife close, sliding along the meaty part of my flesh, the sting instant, the blood as well. I put my hand over her heart, over her wound, smearing our combined blood. It paints her chest in the most beautiful way, the red a gorgeous contrast against her pale skin. “Look at you, covered in us. So fucking beautiful. You’re mine, Frankie. Now,” I nip at her jaw, “forever.”

Everything after that turns into a frenzy. We’re grinding into each other, hips moving in tandem, like we’re hell-bent on fusing, becoming one. I grasp her jaw and kiss her. Sucking her tongue into my mouth, she whimpers her plea, and I respond by bringing my bloody hand to her clit and circling it in time with our thrusts. Soon, the air is filled with the sounds of pleasure. The wet sounds of where our bodies connect. It’s taking everything in me to hold off until Frankie comes, because she feels like heaven.

The familiar buzz is building deep in my gut, my cock thickening even more inside her, but I need to get her there first. I quicken my pace on her clit, thrumming it with determination as I pump up into her.

Biting her lobe, I whisper into her ear, “You better come on my cock now, Frankie baby, ‘cause I’m two seconds away from filling you.” I punctuate my words with an upward thrust that nearly topples us over, and she succumbs to her pleasure. Her pussy spasms around me, gripping me tight and pulling me deeper. I hold her tight as she quivers in my arms. “Mmm…Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”

Stiffening below her, I catapult into the stratosphere, into another plane of existence. Buried deeply in her, my cock pulses as I come hard, my orgasm barreling through me like a freight train. My vision blurs from the pressure, my heart thundering in my chest.

Frankie softens against me. We melt into each other, coming down from our high as I continue to admire our reflection in the mirror. Sweat-soaked and exhausted, her incredible body covered in our blood.She looks like mine.

Fifteen years ago, I would have given a limb to be with her. Now, I’ve committed unspeakable acts of crime, because this woman was destined to be mine. There was no future where one existed without the other. I just had to make her see it.

I reluctantly shift her off my lap and onto the edge of the bed with me, kissing her hair and breathing her in.

“That was…intense,” she murmurs against my shoulder, stretching her legs out in front of her. It was. In the best way possible.

“Are you sore?” I know the cut isn’t deep, but I should clean and bandage it soon.

Tilting her head up to me, she regards me for a beat, a slow smile creeping across her face. “I am, but in a good way. Was that my initiation?”

My hand wraps around her throat, fingers skimming the pulse that has returned to a steady beat against my thumb.Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub.

“That wasn’t an initiation, that was an oath. A promise. We're bound to each other now.”

“An oath, huh? So, I'm offcially yours?”

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