Page 44 of Exile

Everything about this was perfect, and I didn’t want it to end.

Just when I had that thought, he pulled out of me. I whined, begging him to come back. Instead, he gripped me by the hips again and turned me around to make me face him.

“Come here,” he demanded, pulling me up to stand in front of him. Before I could even think of what his intentions were, he moved around me to sit on the edge of the bed, and I faced him again, waiting for him to pull me onto his lap.

“Ride me,” he demanded. “I need to see your pretty face when I fuck you.”

Anything.

At this point, he could do anything to me.

I straddled his lap, and with a few quick movements, he was inside of me again. I slid down his length while holding on to his shoulders, moaning as his cock buried deep into my pussy. It felt even better this way.

His hands were on my ass, lifting and lowering me while I moved my hips simultaneously.

Our eyes were locked on each other, and the fire in his mirrored mine. “So damn perfect. A pretty face and a tight little pussy. And you’re all mine.”

His possessiveness didn’t bother me.

In fact, it made me feel wanted. Needed.

Like I was the center of his world, the one thing he couldn’t bear to lose. And even if it’s only been a short period of time since we have known each other, I liked to believe that it truly meant something.

That what this was becoming was real.

“Caz,” I breathed, resting my forehead against his and wrapping my arms around his neck. “You feel so good.”

“You feel every inch of my dick inside you?” he asked, his words teasing. “Feel how I fill this tight pussy?”

“Mm, yeah,” I moaned.

“It’s my pussy. Mine. Every inch of you is mine, and I’ll take good care of you, baby.” He pressed kisses to my jaw, neck, and cheeks.

His words went straight to my heart. He wasn’t just claiming me; he was making promises. His mouth covered mine, and a burst of emotions came over me. I kissed him deeply, swirling my tongue around his and moaning into the kiss whenever he plunged his tongue deeper.

His fingers flexed on my ass, and when his grip tightened, he slammed me down his length harder. We were both getting closer to a climax, and I let myself go, needing to feel more than one orgasm. When the first wave hit me, he slowed us down just slightly, breaking the kiss to look into my eyes.

My body trembled.

“I need to see that again,” he whispered, brushing a strand of my hair away from my face. “Got another one in you?”

“If you keep fucking me like this, yes.”

He grabbed my ass with both hands again, pulling my cheeks apart as he moved me up and down just like before. It didn’t take long until another wave came crashing over me; this time, he was right there with me.

His body tensed, but he didn’t slow us down. He kept on thrusting into me, and I felt his warm cum fill my pussy.

“Fuuuck.” His hands moved to my waist, where they rested. We both stopped moving, and he turned us back around, making me lie down on the bed with him on top of me. He was still inside, and he didn’t move for a while.

I felt his cum run out of me, with drops rolling down my folds and thighs. His eyes were on mine, and I smiled at him. “Thank you.”

He furrowed his brows. “For fucking you?”

I laughed softly. “Yes. And for making me come. For taking care of me, too.”

“That’s a given.”

“No, it’s not.” I moved my hands into his hair, curling his strands around my fingers. “Not every man cares.”

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