Page 58 of It Will Always Be You
“Then let me give you everything,” he says softly. “Let me show you what it feels like to be wanted without fear.”
And there’s no hesitation when he leans in to kiss me—slow, reverent, claiming in a way that feels like a promise.
As the kiss deepens, his hands move with aching control, one sliding down to my waist, the other unfastening his belt with a quietclick that sends heat curling low in my belly.
When he breaks the kiss, his eyes darken.
“You want a taste?” he murmurs, teasing a bead of precum over my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.
I don’t answer. I don’t need to.
I part my lips and dart my tongue out, offering myself in the most deliberate way.
With a groan, he gives me what I want.
Rising to his feet, he frees his cock and thrusts into my mouth—slow, deep, deliberate—and my moan vibrates around him. My eyes flutter shut, body tingling with every roll of his hips. His hand anchors in my hair, his other resting protectively on my shoulder.
And in this moment, there’s no shame. No fear.
Onlytrust.
Onlyhim.
And the beginning of something that feels like healing.
“Good girl,” he groans, thrusting in and out slowly, letting the head almost pop out from between my lips before guiding himself to the back of my throat again. Reaching down to squeeze my throat, he lets out a curse as he feels himself there.
“Such a pretty girl on her knees for me. Did you miss my big fucking dick, huh? The way it stretches you, fills you up.” Leaning over me, his palm cracks across my bare ass, and I whimper around his cock. He does it to the other cheek, spanking me hard enough to have fire chasing across the tender skin. Arching into it, I whine as I take him even deeper, moans and spit slipping out around him. He spanks my ass again before slowly sliding between my thighs and palming my pussy.
“God, look how needy you are,” he groans, holding my face against his abs as he teases my pussy with the other hand. As he sinks two thick fingers into me, I moan, arching into his touch, desperate for more, all while I hollow my cheeks around his cock.
Soon, he’s thrusting his fingers in and out in time with themovement of his hips as he fucks my mouth. It’s lewd and messy and oh so fucking hot as he fucks me from both ends, turning me into a puddle of need at his feet.
With a low, throaty sound he pulls away. His fingers stroke my lips, making me taste myself before slipping lower to squeeze my neck, then stepping back to look at me. “Such an eager slut for me.”
“All yours,” I vow, my voice coming out raspy after being thoroughly face fucked. With a hum, he circles before crouching in front of me.
“The question is, will you let me show you what eager little sluts get?” A million possibilities flick through my head at his words, but the only thing any of them make me feel is excitement.
“I’m yours to fuck how you see fit, Sir.” I bat my eyelashes at him, and with a dark chuckle, he rises to his full height again.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re going to regret that.” He mutters before helping me to my feet. Leading me to the bed, he pushes me down face first. As he slowly and meticulously wraps silk restraints around my wrists and ankles, binding them together, my pulse races—not from fear, but from anticipation. Pure, unfiltered lust courses through me as Jonathan binds me into a present for himself. By the time he’s done, I can’t move a muscle. All I can do is take what he gives me. Everything feels heightened, and as he glides his fingers over the backs of my thighs and up over my ass, I gasp.
“I wish you could see what I see right now,” he murmurs. “My perfect, needy little slut, all her holes open to me. Which one should I stuff full of my cock first, hmm?”
Suddenly, warm air teases my bare pussy, making me gasp. Without warning, I feel his tongue dragging up between my lips to circle my clit. I try to thrust back against him, only to get a sharp slap to my cheek before he drags his tongue towards the rosebud of my ass instead.
Slipping his hand underneath me, he thrusts two fingers inside my pussy as he eats my ass like a starved man. The dual sensation has me crying out, choking on my pleasure as I strain against my restraints,my eyes rolling back in ecstasy. My moans mix with his growls, my thighs starting to shake as, suddenly, Jonathan yanks my head back by my hair, and the triple whammy of sensations sends me hurtling over the edge with a sharp cry.
I’m still gasping for breath when he stands, withdrawing his fingers, using his grip on my hair to pull me back into him as he blankets my back. “I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart.”
That’s all the warning I get before I feel him pressed against my pussy. With a curse, he tugs my head back to lock eyes with me as he thrusts his cock inside me. Instantly, I feel like I’m split in half as he rams every inch of himself in to the hilt.
“Christ,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to my shoulder blade as he stills, like he’s savouring the moment. My knees shake with the pressure as he grinds his hips into me. “Fuck me, your pussy is trying to strangle me. Such a greedy little hole. She missed me, didn’t she?”
“God, yes,” I cry. My eyes roll back into my head, my jaw going slack as everything ceases to exist. Another guttural sound rips from me as he shoves my head down into the mattress, using the leverage to truly fuck me. Sharp, fast thrusts have me clenching down on him, desperate to keep him inside me. I dig my nails into my ankles to ground myself as his hips roll into mine. When he said he was going to show me what eager sluts get, he wasn’t kidding. Fuck, does it feel good to be so free.
I’m so fucking wet, I can feel it dripping down my thighs as Jonathan fucks me with single-minded determination. In this moment, the only thing that matters to him, to me, to us, isthis. The harder he fucks me, the more firmly he reclaims me, the more at his mercy I become, the closer I get to coming all over his dick and reminding him who owns it.
