Page 157 of Dirty Husband
For a moment, it stays at my knees. He holds my gaze as he slides two fingers inside me. He pushes them deep.
Then he does it again.
Again.
Harder.
"Shep—" My head falls back, hitting the wall. "Please. Fuck me. Please, sir. I need you."
"You need me?" His voice stays firm, but there's something else in it. A curiosity. Like he's asking how much I need him.
Right now, more than anything. But I really can't say if I need his lips, hands, cock, respect, affection, love.
All of it.
But especially—"I need your cock inside me, sir."
He lets out a low groan. Drives his fingers into me again. Then again. Again.
I shift my legs so the thong falls to my ankles. Then I kick it off.
He's merciful. He brings his hands to my thighs. Lifts them. Wraps them around his waist.
My weight shifts off the ground. To his hands. The wall. The hook.
It creaks. It's not made for this.
He pins me to the wall as he lifts me up. Unhooks me. Brings my arms to him, so they're hooked around his neck.
My wrists are still bound, but I can feel his skin. He's so close. As close as he's ever been.
He holds my gaze as he pushes into me.
Fuck. At once, I'm whole. I'm pure. I'm exactly where I need to be.
He rocks his hips, pinning me to the wall, filling me again.
My fingers curl into his neck. His hair. Then it's my nails against his skin. I'm at his mercy. He's holding me up. With the help of the wall, yes, but it's flimsy.
I have to trust him.
And he… I'm barely bound. He trusts me too.
He pulls back and rocks into me again.
My thoughts disappear. Pleasure takes over my senses. That overwhelming fullness.
"You feel so good, baby." The words fall off my lips. "Fuck me. Please. Come inside me."
He doesn't correct me. Ask me to call him sir. He looks into my eyes for a moment. Then he moves closer, so his head is in the crook of my neck.
He thrusts into me again.
I watch him move until I can't take it anymore.
I have to close my eyes.
To soak in every sweet inch.
