Page 14 of His Secret Toy
Maybe it’s everything.
He wipes it with his mouth.
“I’ve got you,” he says. “Let me.”
I nod, and he starts to move.
He’s slow, deep and careful.
He doesn’t rush me, grip, thrust or talk. He just holds my hips and watches me unravel.
The ache spreads through my thighs, then down my spine. I clutch at the sheets. My legs shake and my breath punches in and out of me in short, broken pulls.
My hands find their way from his head all the way down to his firm ass, greedily pulling him closer, needing him deep.
“More,” I whisper.
He gives it, but not harder. Just deeper. My body pulls him in like it was waiting for this. I lift my hips, drawing him deeper as if willing my cunt to envelop his cock, taking more and more.
My body is in a zone and my mind, thrown out of focus. I settle into the steady rhythm of my hips pumping against him time and again. His eyes roll back as he meets me thrust for thrust reaching between us to expertly roll my clit beneath his thumb.
When it hits, I don’t see it coming.
The orgasm comes through my ribs, tight and relentless, spilling out of my chest in sobs I can’t stop. My legs twitch. This time as my hands claw at him, it’s not to pull him closer but to anchor myself somewhere.
He holds me through all of it. He doesn’t move or speak, instead he presses his mouth to the side of my head while I cry into his shoulder.
“I didn’t know it could feel like this,” I breathe.
His fingers slide up my spine. “It only feels like this when it’s real.”
I don’t ask what that means.
I just curl into him. My skin feels raw, and my chest is open. My body is still twitching from the aftershocks.
“Don’t let go of me,” I whisper.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He doesn’t kiss me.
He stays, fully inside me. His body is warm against mine, heavy and quiet.
And something I’ve never felt before opens wide in my chest.
CHAPTER SIX
POV: Roman
Harper waits by the open door of the car like she’s already been told what her body is for.
I step in after her and close the door behind me. I have instructed my driver to take the longer route to the penthouse.
The backseat is wide, leather tight under us. The windows are blacked out, and the partition is up. We’re alone, but that doesn’t make her safe.
I turn to her.
“Move your legs apart.”
