Page 50 of Tempt Me

“Oh, my God, yes!” I scream and buck upward, plunging his fingers to the hilt in one motion. “Please, please don’t stop.”

He leans up and stares into my eyes as he finger fucks me. “Your pussy is so sweet and hot. Don’t think for one second, I’m going to let anyone else touch it.” His jaw flexes. “Do you understand?”

I dig my heels into the mattress and thrust my hips upward, taking him to the base of his hand. He jerks his elbow backward, withdrawing his fingers from my sex. As soon as the pressure is gone, I arch my ass off the mattress in a desperate attempt to fill the void he made by withdrawing. To my frustration, he resists my attempt to relieve the ache between my legs.

“Why did you stop?” I growl and wiggle my ass in a circle as his fingertips brush over my entrance.

“Say it.”

“Say what?” I whimper as I meet his gaze.

He pinches my clit between his fingers and tugs. “Say this belongs to me.”

“Yes.” I nod jerkily. “Yes, my pussy belongs to you.”

“No.” His eyes flash as he shakes his head. “This is my pussy. Not yours.”

“Yes.” I bite my bottom lip as tears fill my eyes. “Yes. This pussy is yours. All of me is yours. Please…” I shudder from head to toe. “Please, take me. Show me who I belong to.”

“My pleasure, Wildflower. My pleasure.” He rips open his jeans, shoves them down his thighs, and plunges into my heat in one fluid motion.

“Yes,” I gasp as he stretches and fills every inch of me.

“Sweet Jesus.” His eyes roll back into his head. “You feel so good. So wet. So tight. I love this pussy. I could live buried deep inside of you.”

“Please….” I wrap my legs around his waist. “Fuck me, … Make me come. Make me yours.”

“You’re going to kill me.” His mouth slams over mine as our tongues dance and lunge in time to the rapid positioning of his cock into my core. I whimper and strain against him, begging for more. I don’t want light and sweet. I want his strength. His drive. His possession. I want everything. I want to be annihilated by him so that there’s no question of who I belong to.

His weight falls on me as he grips my ass and pounds. Thrusts. Plunges. Faster. Deeper. Harder. He never relents as our gasps for breath fill what’s left of the room that’s not being filled by the slapping of our bodies clashing. The wet sounds of his dick pummeling my pussy. When I forget to breathe, my head spins as his zipper bites into my flesh. But it feels good. He feels amazing.

“Baby, fucking you makes me feel like a king.” My breasts rub against my bra, feeling raw from overstimulation as he kicks his jeans off without breaking our connection.

Once he’s free of them, he draws me up to his knees, tosses my knees to the mattress, grabs my hips, and slices in and out of my sex. The head of his cock and his piercing rub over my G spot. Each inward plunge lands in the slap of his body against mine. And each outward retreat drives a piercing over my muscles. My thighs shake as every inch of his body flexes in glory. He’s gorgeous. Stunning. And all mine.

My eyes roll back into my head. “You fill me up so good. Please don’t stop. I love it.”

“I won’t stop.” His voice is ragged. “Not until you come all over my dick.”

“Oh,” I gasp and shiver. Hearing those words does something crazy to me. It sends my already quivering walls into a frenzy.

I clutch my breast through my top.

“Yes, baby, pinch those tits. Squeeze those nipples. That’s so fucking hot.”

I pinch down and tug hard on the aching tips, and with one thrust of his hips, I scream as my orgasm shatters through me. All I can do is fly. I shake and quiver on the mattress as he continues his assault on my body. My hands flop to the mattress.

“Such a tight fucking pussy. Squeezing my dick. The sweetest thing I’ve ever felt.” His intensity increases as I fist the blanket. “You look so good on the end of my dick. I could live like this forever.”

It's so fucking good. He falls down on top of me as I clamp my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass. It’s– “Oh, God!” I come again as tears leak from the corners of my eyes.

“Jesus,” he grunts and shudders against me. “That’s it, baby, milk my cock.”

Wave after wave of intense pleasure rocks me to the core. Until he pulls out. Finally, I find the strength to open my eyes. He slips his fingers through the wetness between my legs. “Who does this belong to?”

“It belongs to you.”

“That’s it, Wildflower.” He smiles and shoves his semen back into my sex. “You belong to me.”

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