Page 109 of Stolen Rival
“Who do you belong to?” He barks over and over, fucking me like a man possessed, but still, I refuse to give him what he needs. “For fuck’s sake, Sorcha, answer the question so I can fill you with my cum.”
His words send a shiver rolling down my spine as my muscles clench around his swelling dick. His movements are jerkier, telling me he’s close and needs release.
The power is a heady sensation, knowing what he wants from me, how badly he needs to stay in control, and knowing I’m the only one who can give it to him at this moment is a rush I want to bottle and keep forever.
“Not until you tell me whoyoubelong to, husband.”
“You, Sorcha. There is only you. You’re my everything.” His words curl around my heart, squeezing until I can’t breathe and tears threaten. “I love you more than life itself.” A firm smack on my arse brings me back from the edge. “Now. I won’t ask you again.” His voice holds an unspoken threat that I’m almost tempted to make him follow through on. “Who do you fucking belong to, Mrs. Mahoney?”
“You, Patrick. I belong to you.”
He comes on a grunt inside me,filling me with his release. I don’t have time to catch my breath because as soon as he comes, he pulls out and flips me onto my back. He grins down at me. His eyes are wild, cheeks pink, and forehead speckled with sweat. “Not a drop of my cum drips out of you until I say so.”
He spreads my knees wide apart, and settles between them, nose-diving into my pussy like it holds the secret to eternal life.
As he laps at my clit like a starved man, his hands find their way up my body to my breasts. He’s not delicate with me, doesn’t treat me like I’m fragile. He kneads my tits, caresses and squeezes and tugs at them like he’s done it a thousand times before, like they were made for him and only him.
Like I’m his personal plaything.
A combination of being fucked into next week while he demanded an answer from me and the fact he’s strumming my clit with frantic flicks of his tongue has me on the edge in a matter of seconds.
He pulls back, my orgasm fading out of reach.
“N-no, no, no, no.” I claw at his head, trying to push it back down between my legs. “Patrick, you cruel fucker, don’t stop.” I thrash my hips, arching my back to try to lift my pussy to meet his face.
His chuckle is dark.
“I’ll kill you, Mahoney. Don’t think I won’t.” I’m panting, clawing at the sheets, my skin covered in a sticky film of sweat as I buck and writhe underneath him. “I know how to shoot now.” I writhe again. “I’ve gotten really good.”
“What’s the matter,mo mhuirnín?”
“You know,” I spit through gritted teeth.
“Is there something I can help you with?” He’s toying with me, taunting me, punishing me for making him wait so long to hear that I belong to him.
“Make. Me. Come.” I suck in a shaky breath, my body trembling with the need to release. “Now.”
“Ah, ah, ah. Not until you repeat who you belong to. I think there was a matter of some confusion earlier. Wasn’t there?”
I bite my teeth into my bottom lip, shaking my head back and forth. “No. No confusion. Please, Patrick, please make me come.”
“Oh, I will, Mrs. Mahoney.All you have to do is tell me again who you belong to.” He blows cool air across my swollen clit, and I whimper.
“You, Patrick. I belong to you.” My voice is a desperate wail, and I don’t care who else hears it. I need to come more than I need to breathe.
He throws me a wolfish grin, his chin glistening with my arousal, before he buries his face back where I need him to be.
He drives me to the edge with ease, holding me there like he’s out for a summer stroll and there’s no rush for him to do a goddamn thing. I open my mouth to yell, demand he gives me what I need, or beg, I’m not sure which, maybe both, but my pleas die on the back of my tongue as he throws me off the edge and into blissful oblivion.
My body bows, bucking off the bed, and a scream bursts from me as Patrick’s strong hands hold me in place. Warmth floods my muscles as wave after wave of my orgasm crashes into me, relief weaving its way through my veins. I’m not sure if I come for a minute or an hour, but Patrick doesn’t relent until my body is a boneless mess, the bed is soaked, and my throat is raw.
By the time we both collapse, satiated and exhausted, we’re soaked with sweat and heaving sharp breaths. I dig Patrick inthe ribs. “Always knew it was just a matter of time before I figured out how to control you.”
A low growl rumbles through his chest. “I’d say you have me wrapped around your little finger, but…”
“We both know it’s my pussy that has the real power.”
Chapter 51
