Page 140 of We Are Yours
“Julius,” she panted, climaxing in my mouth. “Please…” she begged for mercy, but still, I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t.
She consumes me.
A heady growl vibrated from deep within my chest, conscious of the fact that she was trying to save me from myself. I was a man possessed. Not allowing her any time to recover, I sat up on my knees, never once breaking our heated stares as I unbuckled my jeans to kick them off with my briefs.
Through dark, dilated, hooded eyes, she took me in for the first time. She watched with an expression of nothing but desire. I smiled, appreciating the look in her eyes as I made my way back up her body.
It was her turn to smile as she sat up, kissing me. Silently demanding I keep going. When I didn’t move fast enough, she reached for my dick and wrapped her hand around my shaft, causing my breath to hitch against her lips and my dick to jerk in her grasp.
“Yeah, Isla, just like that,” I scoffed out, biting her bottom lip into my mouth. “Harder. Faster,” I instructed.
She was a very good listener, driving me to another brink of insanity. She slid her tongue into my mouth, and I let her take the lead.
“I want you.” She positioned my dick at her entrance.
I groaned.
“I’m yours,” she added.
“Isla, don’t say things you can’t understand.”
“I love?—”
“Don’t say things I can’t understand.”
“Julius—”
I kissed her.
Slowly, inch by inch, little by little, I thrust inside her. She felt incredible, like nothing I’d ever felt before. The sensation of her tightening all around me was indescribable.
My balls ached.
In one slow, deep thrust, I tore through her virtue, and she gasped, clinging onto my back.
“I know…” Reaching below, I rubbed her clit, trying to make this better for her.
“Yes…” she moaned, fisting the sheets as her head fell back against the bed. Preparing for the pleasure and pain mixed in one.
The faster my fingers moved, the harder and deeper my thrusts became.
Spasming.
Squirming.
Falling apart.
Unable to confront the truth, I hid my face in the crook of her neck. Aware it wouldn’t matter in the end. She owned my heart and soul.
Always had.
Always would.
Our mouths parted, both of us panting profusely, helpless against our bodies coming together as one. She gasped the second she felt my cock hit that sweet spot inside her, and I picked up the pace a bit.
“Yes … right there…”
