Page 69 of Claim Me
How long had I waited for a man to utter those exact words? How many fantasies had kept me hoping I’d find my soulmate? How many sleepless night had there been, awakening to slickness between my legs?
Emotions tore through me and I couldn’t think clearly.
“Keep your eyes on me, Marissa. Do not look away.” His grip tightened. “I want to see that beautiful face.”
Why was it I didn’t fight his commands, longing to please him? Nothing made sense any longer except for the strong sense of being I felt when around him.
I loved every deep command he issued, the way his tone washed over me like smooth velvet. When I’d complied, he flicked his finger back and forth across my nipple then pinched it again.
“Oh,” I whimpered, bending my arms at the elbows, weak in the knees. He was teasing me to the point I wasn’t certain howlong I could take it. When he finally rubbed his finger down my stomach, I opened my legs wider without being asked.
The stern look on his face kept my full attention.
“All mine.”
When he pointed to the floor, he gave me little time to react before pushing my shoulders. I dropped to my knees without hesitation, looking up at him for direction.
All the ugliness I’d spewed, the words of hatred seemed so silly at this point. From the second I’d met the glorious and powerful man, my fantasies had been wrapped up in him and nothing else.
I couldn’t resist, wrapping both hands around his cock, running my fingers up and down his shaft. His eyes remained dilated, every muscle in his six-foot four-inch frame tense. Even his jaw was clenched, as if he was trying to hold back.
I blew across his sensitive slit, stretching the bindings as much as possible so I could roll his balls between my fingers.
“Suck me, my little virtuoso.”
The way he said the words was a rush, my mind a blur as I squeezed his testicles, trying to gauge his reaction. Almost immediately he closed his eyes, the sound of his heavy breathing floating over me. Just watching his reaction was such a pleasure. He was finally letting go as he’d allowed me to do before.
I blew across the tip, surprised how nervous I was. But as soon as I darted my tongue back and forth across his slit, I wasn’t certain anything could keep me from tasting him. I pulled his cockhead into my mouth, swirling my tongue around. The combined tasteof our intimacy was salty yet sweet, enticing every one of my senses.
When I slid his cock in another inch, he placed his hand on top of my head, holding me in place. While I was hindered by the bindings, nothing would stop me from enjoying this moment. I did what I could to keep my eyes on him, using my jaw muscles to suck. He was so large, filling my mouth completely, and when he pressed down on my head, I almost instantly gagged from reflexes.
“Relax, baby girl.”
I tried my best to keep my eyes locked on him, enjoying every moment of watching him crumble before me.
If only that were true.
I licked and sucked, getting used to the feel of him, the taste of him.
And I wanted more.
I wrapped my hand around the base, twisting it back and forth. I could tell he enjoyed the friction by the look of darkness crossing his face. His body was shaking and as he rolled onto the balls of his feet, the action pushed more of his cock into my mouth, the tip hitting the back of my throat.
While I gagged briefly, I was so eager to taste his cream that I managed to calm my nerves, relaxing within seconds. He narrowed his eyes, staring down at me like the primal beast he’d become. As he took over, placing his other hand on my face, I shuddered in his hold. Everything was a delicious blur, and I closed my eyes, longing to keep the fairytale in the back of my mind for years to come.
I was under no impression this was anything other than one thing.
Pure sin.
Why was it being with him felt almost as freeing as when I lost myself to the music? I could hear beats, notes, and dark chords of the music created just for him. All because of him.
He thrust harder. Faster. Finally developing a rhythm. While I struggled to breathe, the joy of having him in my mouth outweighed everything else. I could do this for hours, enjoying every moment of being taken by him.
My, wasn’t I a filthy girl after all?
My jaws ached, my pulse skyrocketing, and just when I thought he was going to erupt in my mouth, he pulled completely free. I peered up at him, already reaching out. Panting, I licked my lips, his chuckle such a sweet reward.
“What you do to me,” he gritted out. He took his time, raking both hands through his thick strands of hair as he swayed back and forth as if drunk on our passion.
