Page 128 of Salvage Him
He leaned over tokissme.
"Get on your knees,”hesaid.
I did as heasked.
He pushed my lower back down towardthebed.
I reached back and placed my hand on histhigh.
He rubbed the tip of his cock on the entrance tomyass.
I tried not to tense as he slid theheadin.
"That's it, pup.” He pushed in farther. "Oh fuck, that'ssogood."
I rocked my hips back into him as I groaned into the bedsheets.
"That's it. Fuck me." His grip on my hips tightened. "Fuck me withyourass."
“Oh my God …” I rocked back and forth on my knees. My whimpers harmonized with his shallowgrunts.
His hands ran up and down my back, and he rose to meet me midthrust.
The angle hit a nerve, and I came withoutwarming.
I screamed intothebed.
"Oh fuck, Brooklyn," hecried.
It surprisedusboth.
He dug his hands into my hips and pulled me further up on myknees.
My head stayed connected to the bed, and I gripped the bedsheets.
He pounded into me at a punishing speed. He kept going; it was nothing I had ever felt before. A sharp pain hit me when he pushed in, followed by a stirring pleasure when he pulled out. It was all too much. My brain couldn't make sense of it. My mind threatened to fracture from reality. I felt the chaos swirling, swirling, swirling and then itwasgone. . .
At that moment, all I felt waspeace.
"Brooklyn."I blinked a few times, trying to will my conscious to follow the voice. I liked the voice; I craved that voice. "Baby,wakeup."
I groaned because words hadescapedme.
"Brooklyn." His voice close tomyface.
I opened my eyes, and they stayed open. I was on my back. Harrison ran a warm cloth between my legs. I lifted my head, and collapsed back on the bed. It took too mucheffort,
"You with me?" he asked, continuing the aftercare I lovedsomuch.
"Yes," I said and looked around. The sun had set below the windows. It was dark in Harrison'sapartment.
I grunted in frustration. I loved subbing out but nottonight.
"What's wrong, pup?" Hescowled.
I pushed myself up andwinced.
"Careful." He reached formyhand.
