Page 81 of The Disputed Legacy
Thatheowned me. Like this.
And it was too sweet, too hot, and too consuming to deny it.
“And this ass…” The tendons and muscles in his neck flexed and tensed as he slid in further. Further yet. Deeper. Back and forth, he pushed his big cock into me, using my juices as the lube to make the stretch work.
It stung. It was a good bite of pain as he forced me to wrap around his dick instead of my vibrator or other toys.
But damn, was it perfect.
“This ass is mine,” he said once he was all the way in.
“Oh, fuck,” I repeated. “Please.”
He leaned over to kiss me, keeping his hard shaft in place. Between his hard body and the bed, I was stuck, impaled like never before, surrounded and blanketed by his strong frame.
I couldn’t escape. There was no way out. I couldn’t try to turn or evade how completely he was owning me like this. Not just my body, with him taking me in the ass for the first time. Not just with my mind as he steered me away from thinking or formulating an argument to counter his insistence that I was his.
He was owning my body, mind, and heart. The heat of his kiss, the animalistic groan of desire. The slick stickiness of our sweaty bodies rubbing together.
It all combined with the fervent longing that seeped from him to me, this magnetism that electrified me as my heart called to his and his to mine.
“Mine, Willow.” He couldn’t stop repeating it. Hovering with his lips over mine, our breath mingling, he stared into my eyes and promised it as if he were looking through me, into me, and touching my soul.
I couldn’t argue with him. Not like this. No one else had ever made me feel like this. No one else had ever touched me and moved me to feel such a heightened pleasure and bond.
He rocked into me. A slow withdrawal dragged his dick back, followed by a steady rub inside. All the while, he played with my clit in the surest caress and flicking rhythm that would get me off.
It was so wrong, yet right.
He was so incorrect, yet accurate.
I knew how I was owned.
But like this, I had to consider that he would take me and prove that I belonged with him, too.
“Forever,” he whispered as I neared my orgasm. “I want this forever.”
As the first waves of pure pleasure hit me, I shook and tensed. My mouth parted in anOof alarm at how high he was making me soar. It was indescribable. Taboo. Naughty and so sweet.
Sensing how loud I could be as I gave in to the sheer relief, he clamped his lips over mine and kissed me hard. Breathing as hard as I could through my nose, I cried out. It was muffled, filtered with his lips locked to mine. If he hadn’t reacted quickly enough, the whole floor would’ve heard me screaming in bliss.
Bliss. And love.
It seemed so impossible to feel them after the fear and panic and questions from earlier. In a true roller-coaster fashion of ups and downs, Saul pounded into me again and again until his dick twitched deep inside me.
His muscles bunched as he came. I felt the spread of goosebumps over his skin as he shot his cum into my ass. And it was my turn to keep this kiss going, as if oxygen couldn’t matter. He groaned a filthy sound of triumph as he came, and I held him close.
Lying together, we trembled and shook through the aftershocks of coming so hard. Rubbing his back as he held meclose, I couldn’t tell if we’d come so hard because of what he’d said or because he’d taken me anally for the first time.
Both were new twists to this relationship we were trying to build. But neither of them would solve any of the questions and worries that came rushing back into my mind. My heart slowed. I breathed more evenly.
We returned to earth, relaxing and recovering from the exertion of something I hadn’t been prepared for yet—his possessive words or taking me like that.
Now as I was forced back to reality, I regretted that I’d postponed asking him about who he was and what he could mean to Oscar’s safety.
Sure, he owned me like this. That didn’t solve anything about the past I was running from, though.
Each time we came together like this, perfectly in union with him deep inside me and me clinging to him to hold on for the wild ride, I fell that much more for him… while staying further from the knowledge of whether I should trust him in the end.
