Page 134 of SINS & Riley
“Turn around,” he commands.
I obey, palms flat against the wall, steam curling around me as my eyes flutter shut.
For the moment, he’s not touching me at all. Then, the black mask is placed on the shower handle in front of me, voice dangerously low. “Bare.”
“Bare,” I whisper back.
“Spread your legs.”
I do, and his arms come around me, caging me in. The blunt tip of his cock throbs at my entrance. And I half wonder if I can take him.
His lips drag across my shoulder, teeth grazing, his control stretched to its breaking point.
“If I hurt you?—”
“You won’t.” My voice shakes, but it’s steady enough.
He pushes in an inch. My head spins, dizzying need taking over. My hand claws at his hip, dragging him closer, urging him deeper as I start to rock against him.
“Fuck, Pom,” he growls with enough raw, feral need my body opens up, giving him access to more.
I sink down another inch, the burn curling hot through my body.
Did I say he was big?
I take it back.
He’s monstrous.
Another slide, deeper this time, and I swear I can feel him in my throat.
His growls and grunts wreck me, driving me wild until we’re rocking harder, faster.
Strong hands clamp my hips, the width of him stretching me so… fucking… wide.
“Holy smokes,” I gasp.
He stills, chest rumbling with a laugh. “Holy… smokes?” His hips snap forward, punishing. “Remind me later to deal with that filthy mouth of yours.”
My laugh breaks into a cry. “Ahh!” He hits just the right spot, and more wetness floods as he slams in deep.
“Yes! Fuck, yes!” he cries.
Thrusting hard until the world explodes into a million shards of light.
The heat of him fills me as his cries climb over mine until we are nothing but ragged breaths and shaking limbs.
Panting, his forehead drops to mine. His voice is wrecked, torn from the deepest part of him.
“You… are… mine.”
Boneless, I drift against him as he lathers soap in his hands. Then he’s washing me, my breasts, my back, slow, reverent strokes along my belly.
My hands cover his. I’m overwhelmed with emotion, fear and hope all at once.
One word leaves my lips. A reckless need for everything to work out.
“Yes.”
