Page 121 of Devoted

He reached down between us, using his hand to guide himself. As he brushed against my opening, he froze. “Shit, should I put on a condom? I’ve been tested recently and don’t have anything, but if you’d rather I can?—”

“No!” I cringed at the speed at which the answer fell out of me. “I visited the clinic after my last hookup and I’m fine. I can show you my results, if you like?”

Zeke’s eyes were almost black now with how wide his pupils were. “You’re saying you want me bare, baby?”

“Only if you want to.” My voice was embarrassingly high-pitched. “I’m happy with whatever.”

“Good.” Zeke lined himself up again and sank in an inch. “Because I want nothing more than to mark you up in every possible way. I want to give you a collar of my kisses. For you to feel me when you sit down. To stuff you full of my cum and put a plug in. No one would know, but I would. I would, and you would, and that’d be good enough for me.”

With every dirty word that fell from his lips, Zeke eased inside a little more. By the time he was finished describing all the ways he wanted to own me, he’d bottomed out.

“Fucckkkk.” My head fell back on the pillow as my body adapted to the stretch. “You’re so deep.”

Zeke was panting as he leaned his forehead against mine. “Are you okay? Because I won’t lie, it’s taking everything I have to not just rut into you.”

I answered him by wrapping my legs around his back and locking my ankles together. “Give me all of it, Zeke. Everything you’ve got.”

I swore, for a second, I could see the monster Zeke spoke of flicker into his eyes. Not in a scary way, but in a way that suggested Zeke was about to lose control.

Fuck, I hoped he was.

Zeke pulled back, then thrust in again fast, as if testing what I could take.

“All of it,” I panted. I grabbed his neck, tightening my grip on his back. “I can take it all.”

He let go.

I wasn’t sure what was louder—my moans or the thud of the headboard against the wall. Dimly, I was aware that the others might hear us again, but I didn’t care. How could I when it felt this good?

He was so big. I’d never felt a stretch like it before. My prostate was singing every time he caught it. My whole body was pulsing as his thrusts hit deep and true. Everything around me faded away, nothing more than fragments of awareness to puncture the pleasure.

His lips against mine.

Fingers pinching my nipples.

Teeth scraping my neck.

My nails dragging down his back.

A large hand wrapping around my cock.

That touch sent me over the edge, the orgasm so powerful that my vision went white. It seemed to go on forever, every nerve ending on fire as Zeke stroked me through my release.

My breaths were coming hard and fast now, but I wasn’t about to slump back onto the bed. Not until I’d got what I truly wanted.

Twining my fingers into Zeke’s hair, I tugged on it until he looked at me. “Come, Zeke. Fill me up. I need it.”

His eyes darkened. “You are perfection, Sam. And you’re mine.”

He came with a roar, thrusting in as deeply as he could. I didn’t move as he collapsed on me. I kept all my limbs locked around him, never wanting to let go.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t need to.

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