Page 22 of Wicked William

“Has it?” His hands tighten on my hips, pace increasing. “How long, Maisy? How long have you waited for me?”

“A year. Maybe a little more.” I throw my head back, lost in the pleasure radiating from where we’re joined. “My whole life, it seems. I’ve always been yours, William, even before I knew you.”

“Christ.” He surges forward, nearly bending me in half. The new angle sparks stars behind my eyelids, pleasure bordering on pain. “The things you say. I can’t—fuck, I can’t—”

“Don’t hold back. Not from me,” I urge him, dragging my nails down his back. He shudders against me.

William stills again, eyes searching my face. His hips jerk once, an involuntary movement that makes us both gasp. When he speaks, his voice is rough and wrecked.

“I want to break you open,” he says, something wild in his gaze. “Ruin you for anyone else, fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days. I want to come inside you, paint your womb white and watch my cum drip from your cunt. Like a beast, Maisy, I want to mount you and mate you and breed you as mine.”

My sex clenches at his words, shock and arousal warring within me. But there is no fear—not with William. I cup his face and smile up at him, full of love and longing.

“Then do it, Daddy,” I whisper. “Make me yours.”

He growls, the sound vibrating through us both, and begins to move.

“Nothing between us ever again,” he promises.

William slams into me, hard and fast and relentless. I cry out, stretched wide around his cock, but there is no pain—only pleasure, blinding and bright. He fucks me like an animal, like he said he would, and I revel in it, urging him on with pleas and curses.

“Yes, oh fuck yes, ruin me. Break me, Daddy, make me yours.”

One hand grips my hip bruisingly, holding me in place so he can pound deeper. The other finds my throat, squeezing just shy of too tight, and I gasp at the sensation. Being so completely under his control, used for his pleasure, fills me with ecstasy. I am his, I have always been his, and he is claiming what he owns.

Through the haze of sensation, I feel the swell of his cock within me. He’s close, so close, his rhythm becoming erratic as he chases his release. I clench around him as much as I can, desperate to push him over that edge.

“Maisy,” he groans, hand tightening reflexively around my throat. His eyes meet mine, pupils blown wide with lust but gaze soft with reverence.

He shoves deep once more, grinding against my clit, and comes with a shout. I feel the hot pulses of his cum filling me, and it sends me tumbling into my own orgasm. We cling to each other as the tremors wrack our bodies, his spend dripping down my thighs, and for a long moment we stay there, joined in the aftermath.

William kisses me then, slow and deep and achingly tender. When he pulls back, there’s a smile on his lips and devotion in his eyes.

“Did you have anything else you wanted to talk about?”

“We had the condom conversation.”

“Yeah. No more condoms.”

“I guess that means we weren’t a one night stand,” I continue.

“I have more plans for you, yes.”

“What else do people discuss now?”

“We don’t fuck anyone else,” he adds. “Exclusive.”

“Agreed.” I lay my head on his chest and he cups the back of it possessively. “Are you done telling me I’m too young?”

“You are too young, but I’m done telling you about it, yeah.”

I press a kiss to the place above his heart. “I’ve not really had a relationship before. And I’ve never lived with a guy I’m fucking, so I don’t know what this between us is. Or what it means. Do we have to know that now or can we figure it out as we go?”

“That’s the first time you’ve ever told me something that wasn’t true.”

I lift my head, confused. “What do you mean? I think I would know if I haven’t—”

“You know what we are. You know what this means. If you don’t want to talk about it yet, that’s fine. But don’t pretend you don’t know.”

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