Page 165 of Loving the Legend
“Please,” I whimper from the sudden loss. I push my ass back, scrabbling for his dick to fuck myself on.
“No,” he barks, smacking my hand away, then he spreads my cheeks and spits in my hole. I plead for more as his tongue laps at it. He ignores me, squeezing my ass as his tongue dives in. My body throbs as he tugs on my balls—the sensation so intense that dots of white blur my vision. He sinks his cock back inside of me, wrapping his fist around my dick so that I am fucking his hand on every thrust.
I turn my head to look at him, and our gazes lock.
“Fuck. Don’t look at me,” he grunts as his thrusts turn uneven.
He leans forward and clasps my lower lip between his teeth. The sharp pain flushes my body with a warm, tingling sensation. He kisses my bruised lip and whispers into my ear, “Whose dick is this?”
“Fuck, Sid!” My eyes roll closed as I whimper against his lips. He pushes me flat on my stomach and grinds into me, his chest pinning my back down. My eyes burn with tears as the friction from my dick dragging across the sheets has me tremoring on the brink.
“Shh,” he says, into my ear, as he intertwines my fingers with his and rolls his hips, fucking me impossibly deep. “Tell me, baby, whose dick is this?”
“Ungh—fuck,” I rasp, voice barely audible.
“Look at me. I’ve missed those gorgeous eyes.”
My eyes inch open. “Listen to me carefully. I’m only in love with you,” he grits out, slowing his thrust to a glide, stroking my prostate, and bending my mind with pleasure. “You’re mine. I’myours. This is mine,” he says, reaching underneath to rest his palm over my heart.
“Sid—” The pain of the last few months rises to the surface, and I bury my face into the pillow.
“No hiding,” he whispers, pushing the pillow away and kissing my lips.
“God,” I sob as he snaps his hips and bottoms out inside of me.
“Say I’ll be your husband and a father to our kids.”
A hoarse moan sputters up from the ache in my chest. He speaks my dreams so fluently.
I resist the urge to bury my face again as my eyes flood with tears. There is no hiding from him. His love cracks me open and lays bare the immensity of my heart.
“Tell me,” he repeats, his voice coated with a tenderness that strums an ache in my core.
“Mine,” I choke out.
“Only yours. I won’t let anything break us.”
My lungs expand at his words. For weeks, I’ve breathed like I feared I’d run out of air. “I can’t lose you.”
“You won’t lose me.” He drags us up so that I’m in his lap and spreads his thighs. My head falls back against his chest as he sucks on my neck, and I grind on his dick. He kisses the spot, then clasps my hips and raises me up and down on his dick at a controlled pace. I’m fucking delirious as I take over, fucking myself on him with a punishing force while jerking myself off. I cry out as the most intense orgasm of my life hurdles to the surface.
“Whoa, fuck, wait,” he rushes out as he lifts me up and pulls out.
“Fuck’s sake,” I wail, turning my head to glare at him.
“Mmm. So sexy when you’re angry.” He brushes a kiss against my lips, drilling into me with beautiful, watery eyes. “But I need more time with my hole.”
I lean forward and spread my legs.
He groans as he massages my rim with the head of his cock. I hold my breath, waiting for his penetration, but it never comes.
“Please,” I beg.
“Need a second,” he grunts, squeezing the base of his cock.
I suck my middle and index finger into my mouth, back and forth slowly. Dripping wet, I reach behind and sink them into my hole. I huff a dissatisfied groan because it’s not enough. Not even close.
He growls, smacks my hand away, then thrusts hard inside of me. Pulling out, leaving just the tip in, he slams back inside.
