Page 85 of Saving You

He brings his mouth to my ear. “I want you naked and on your knees while I see just how well you take the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. I want to watch your pretty lips stretch around me as I fuck your mouth until I hit the back of your throat. Then I want you tied to my bed, spread eagle, so you can’t move while I eat your pretty pussy.”

My head falls back as I picture it.

“I want you so on edge that the moment I thrust into your tight little cunt, you come for me. Then I want to flip you over and spank your ass until it’s covered in my pink hand marks. I want to fuck you so hard you can’t walk. I want you screaming myname so much you won’t remember your own. I want you to know that you’re mine.”

I’m soaked. The way he growls the word mine has me questioning my sanity because I’ve never wanted to be possessed the way I want Caleb to possess me.

I squeeze my thighs together, trying to quench the ache between them. I can feel my arousal on the inside of my thighs. Fuck, it's embarrassing how turned on I am just from his words.

His teeth scrape my ear lobe. “Does that make you wet, Bailey?”

I’ve lost the ability to speak, so I nod. When he pulls back, I lift my head to meet his gaze. His is hungry. No, it’s ravenous.

Not wanting to wait any longer, I throw the babydoll over my head and push my panties down before dropping to my knees in front of him. I reach for his jeans, undoing the button and pulling the zipper down.

“So eager,” he says, and my mouth waters as I slowly pull his jeans and boxer briefs over his ass and watch his cock pop free.

I grip the base in one hand, lean forward, and lick him from base to tip. He groans, his hand coming to my hair. His words about fucking my mouth come back to me. My hand meets his on top of my head as the other finds his thigh, and I relinquish control to him.

He tightens his grip on my hair. “If it’s too much for you, tap my thigh twice,” he says.

I nod as much as I can, and his hips thrust forward.

He truly fucks my mouth. My hand goes back to his base, working what I can’t with my mouth. When he hits the back of my throat, he slows.

“Relax for me, baby.”

I do exactly as he says and I’m able to take more of him. I feel him coming undone as he thrusts faster and incoherent noisesleave him. I move my hand from his thigh to his balls and roll them once. That’s his undoing. He thrusts a few more times as he empties his release down my throat.

When he’s done, he removes himself before reaching down and lifting me into his arms. He kisses me as my legs wrap around his waist and he walks us to the bed. When he places me on the bed, he does it softly, with reverence. No matter the situation, this man makes me feel like I’m the most precious thing in the world.

He retreats to the closet and comes back with four ties. The knowledge of what he’s going to do with those only turns me on more. I hurriedly scurry to the middle of the bed and position myself so he can wrap the ties. Lying spread eagle like this is exposing. My every extra ounce of fat, every stretch mark, every flaw is there for him to see. But with Caleb, I don’t feel self-conscious or unsafe. I feel worshiped. Desired. Coveted.

He takes his time wrapping the ties around my wrists, securing them to the bed frame before doing the same with my ankles.

When he’s finished, he stands at the end of the bed and slowly removes his clothes. I watch with bated breath as he exposes every carved muscle of his chest. As he finishes shoving his jeans off, I take in his massive, muscular thighs.

This man could easily overpower me, but knowing he never will fills me with a sense of power I never knew I could feel. One simple word, and he would stop. Knowing that with one word, this could all end makes me feel more powerful than I ever have in this life.

Caleb crawls up my body slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. When his face is level with mine, his lips crash into mine. His kiss is all-consuming. I pull at my bindings, wishing I could wrap my arms and legs around him and pull him closer. But something about him being in complete control makes the kiss that much hotter.

I melt into the bed, and he follows me down. His hand comes to my hair as he adjusts my head, allowing him to taste more of me. When his lips leave mine, I’m breathless. His lips are soft as they trail down my neck, over my breasts, and across my stomach until he reaches the apex of my thighs. I sigh as I lift my hips, looking for his mouth. He places soft kisses from hip to hip before his tongue finally tastes me. I’m so on edge, so built up, that the single sensation of his tongue over my clit has me moaning his name.

His tongue works fervently, bringing me to the edge, and as soon as I’m about to come, he stops. I groan, needing to fall over the edge, needing to come, but he refuses. His mouth returns, and he continues to work, licking and tasting. Each movement of his tongue has my body tightening. I pull at my bindings as I moan his name.

When I’m on the cusp of an orgasm, he pulls away, this time kissing up my body. His teeth scrape over my sensitive nipples. I hold my breath as the sensation rushes through my body. He continues to drag his lips up my body until he’s hovering over me.

“You’re so beautiful, all pink and wound-up for me,” he murmurs against my lips before kissing me. I taste myself on him, but it doesn’t matter. All I want is that connection to him. His hand comes to my breast, and he gives it a squeeze before pulling my nipple. My chest thrusts up to meet his hand, but I don’t find release.

He smiles as he grips his cock in his other hand and uses the tip to play with my sensitive clit. I’m panting as I watch him. Positioning himself at my entrance, he thrusts inside me in one motion, stretching and filling me completely.

I shatter.

My pussy tightens around him as Igrip my bindings as best I can to ground myself. It doesn’t work.

Caleb fucks me through my orgasm. His face in the crook of my neck as he murmurs, “Such a good girl, taking my cock like this,” and, “So fucking sexy.”

But the words that send me into my second orgasm, so intense that tears fall, are, “Mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to protect. Mine to love.”

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