Page 40 of Hero Worship

"Please what, baby?" His fingers traced the straps, following their intricate patterns across my skin.

The words caught in my throat as his hand slipped lower, teasing. Soon I'd have to play the seductive honey trap in those clubs, catching Roche's eye while appearing safely claimed. But right now, I was exactly where I wanted to be, wearing pretty things for the only person I wanted to own me.

"Your test results came back negative," he growled against my throat, teeth scraping skin. "So I'm going to fuck you without a condom. I want you to feel my cum dripping out of that tight hole when I'm done."

"God, yes," I moaned, grinding against him shamelessly. "Please, I need that. Need to feel you marking me from the inside."

"Get on the bed," he ordered, voice rough with need. I moved to obey, but he caught my wrist. "Strip. Everything but what we bought today. I want you in nothing but that crimson silk when I take you apart."

My hands shook slightly as I undressed, his hungry gaze following every movement. The silk felt decadent against my skin, knowing we'd chosen it together, knowing exactly what he'd planned when he saw it in the store.

"Fucking perfect," he growled, stalking toward the bed. "Spread your legs. Show me what's mine."

I let my thighs fall open, watching his eyes darken at the sight of silk stretched tight over my cock. He undressed and settled between my legs, hands gripping my thighs hard enough to bruise.

"I'm going to mark you so thoroughly," he promised, teeth grazing sensitive skin, "everyone is going to know you belong to someone. To me."

"Please," I gasped as he bit down hard on my inner thigh. "Mark me up. Make me yours."

He took his time, leaving a of bruises across my thighs. Each mark was placed where it would press against clothes, where I'd feel it with every movement. His stubble scraped against sensitive skin as he worked, adding another layer of sensation that made me writhe.

"Look how hard you are," he murmured, mouthing at my cock through the silk. "Getting off on being marked up like this. On being owned." His tongue traced the wet spot forming on the fabric. "I can taste how much you want it."

"Fuck, Ash, please." I tried to buck up, but his grip held me firmly in place. "I need more."

"More what?" His teeth scraped over silk-covered flesh. "Tell me exactly what you need. I want to hear you beg for it."

"I need your big cock," I pleaded shamelessly, grinding against him. "I need you to fuck me, Daddy. Please, I've been thinking about it all day."

He growled, moving up to claim my mouth in a bruising kiss. "You have been good," he agreed roughly. His fingers found theedge of the fabric, pulling it aside. "Now I'm going to give you exactly what you've been asking for."

He growled, mouth finding my throat. His teeth sank in as he sucked hard, making me arch beneath him. My cock hardened against the silk as he marked me, each bruise sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

"Look how much you love being marked up," he murmured, admiring the dark purple blooming on my skin before moving lower. "Your cock is dripping just from me claiming you like this."

"Fuck," I gasped as he sucked another bruise into my collarbone. My hips bucked desperately, seeking friction. "Daddy, please. If you don't stop marking me up and fuck me soon, I'm going to come in my panties."

He chuckled darkly against my skin. "Maybe that's what I want. To make you come just from marking what's mine." His teeth scraped against my neck. "Then fuck you while you're still oversensitive."

"Please! I need your cock. Need you inside me when I come."

"So needy," he growled, biting down hard enough to make me cry out. "Love how desperate you get just from being marked up. How your cock twitches every time I leave another bruise."

His mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of claiming marks down my chest. Each new bruise had me squirming, the silk of my underwear soaked through with pre-cum. When he latched onto my inner thigh, sucking hard enough to leave what I knew would be a deep purple mark, I nearly sobbed.

"Daddy, please," I begged, hands fisting in the sheets. "I can't... I'm going to..."

"Not yet," he ordered, pressing his thumb hard against my base of my cock through the silk. "You don't come until I'm inside you. Until I can feel you squeeze my cock while I mark you up even more."

His fingers pushed inside me, the stretch already making me gasp. Even two of his thick fingers felt like more than most men's cocks, and the thought of taking all of him made my heart race. His mouth kept working bruises into my thighs while he opened me up, each mark sending jolts straight to my cock.

"Come on, Daddy," I whined, pushing back against his hand. "I'm ready. I need more than just your fingers."

He bit down hard in warning. "Patience. I'm not going to rush this and hurt you."

"Maybe I want it to hurt." I clenched around his fingers. "Maybe I want to feel that monster cock split me open."

"Brat," he growled, but added a third finger anyway. The stretch was intense now, bordering on too much. "Keep running that mouth and I'll make you wait even longer."

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