Page 55 of His to Possess

My lover and the man who required my obedience hissed his displeasure, smacking me several times with the spoon even as he thrust his thumb in and out of my asshole.

I could see the feral look in his eyes as he bent down once again, opening his mouth wide before licking up every drop. No man had ever licked me this way,

Or driven me wild.

Or made me want to beg for more.

When the single orgasm turned into a second, he used his fingers to swirl around my clit before pinching. At the same time, he added a second finger, plunging both in and out of my asshole. I was finally spent, my body jerking from the electricity buzzing like a live wire. I was exhausted, unable to think clearly.

I was given no time to recover, merely pulled to the edge of the counter. After blinking several times, I locked eyes with his, savoring the look of sheer desperate hunger. “You want me?” I whispered.

“Oh, I will have you.” His upper lip curled as he guided the tip of his cock to my still quivering folds. “As often as I want.” When the tip was inside, he gripped my hips, yanking me forward.

“God. Oh, God.” I wrapped my legs around his hips and rocked with him, tilting back as he plunged in savage motions. The sex was more intense than before, his muscles straining as he fucked me, thrusting in fast and furiously.

I struggled to hold on, kneading his chest with one hand as I kept my back arched, staring out the now foggy glass. In those few moments of wild passion, I could swear I noticed a pair of eyes.

Watching.

Waiting.

Planning.

I snarled, the sound more like an animal than the sated woman I’d become, refusing to buy into the bullshit. There were no such things as vicious creatures, no monsters waiting in the darkness to rip away tender flesh and bone.

He yanked me up until I was straddling him, his hand firmly planted on the back of my neck. As he jutted his hips forward, rocketing hard thrusts inside, he gave me the most intense look.

One of power.

One of possession.

I was amazed at his level of strength as he kept me aloft with ease, plunging into me with wild abandon. There was no perspiration on his brow, no beads of sweat rolling down his face. It was as if he’d been born to do this. To take me. To fuck me.

To own me.

I allowed myself to fall into the place of sweet oblivion, barely aware as he finally walked toward the kitchen table. When he eased me down with tender loving care, he pressed his lips against mine, moving them back and forth. His cock still firmly nestled inside, he held the stance, dragging his tongue across the seam of my mouth several times.

I darted my eyes across his, searching his very soul. I could swear we’d known each other our entire lives, our connection so damn strong. I no longer wanted to question why. I simply wanted more.

Max slid in and out, moving in a rhythmic fashion, taking his time to devour every inch of me. Within seconds, another orgasm threatened to push me into another punishment plateau.

I bit back a moan, clamping down my pussy muscles then releasing, squeezing once again.

“Come for me, little one. Come.”

I wiggled under him, clenching once again, whimpering as he threw his head back and roared. But I couldn’t hold back any longer. The orgasm came in an almost violent wave, driving me straight to pure ecstasy.

“Oh. Oh. Oh!” This time, my scream was loud and crazed, shooting out in all directions. I realized he’d slowed down but the look on his face screamed of his need to come. I clamped down a third time and the moment I did, he shook his head, pulling all the way out.

“Bad!”

I grinned, reaching for him but soon realizing I would never be in control. As he thrust me onto my stomach, he jerked my arms over my head, using one hand to keep my wrists together. There was no further hesitation and I held my breath the moment he slipped his cockhead into the crack of my ass.

“Mmm… Oh. Oh…” This time, he wasn’t gentle, plunging the entire length inside. “Fuck!” I undulated and fought as my muscles constricted, pulling him in even deeper.

He rested on top of me, shifting back and forth. “So tight. So fucking tight.”

The few seconds of discomfort turned into such a beautiful bliss, my legs quivering and my heart racing. I pressed my cheek against the cool wood of the table, gasping for air. I wasn’t certain I could ever walk again.

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