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“Hands in front. Now!” I barked. I would spare no compassion in this moment. She didn’t want Zeke. She wanted Sir. And Sir was exactly who was in the room right now.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
My hand rained down sharp smacks over the curve of her ass. The skin turned a delicious pink that deepened to a pale red as the swats continued.
I had expected her to continue her protest, to fight back, but she didn’t. She calmed. She centered. And fuck me sideways. It was exquisite.
My hand slowed, rubbing circles over her heated skin. I spread her legs, letting my fingers slip into her sopping wet cunt as she lay prone over me. All attitude had left her, making way for her submission to come back full force.
“You feel incredible, my dirty girl,” I praised, sliding my fingers over her slickened folds. “So incredible. I need a taste.”
She groaned as I moved her back to the bed and off my lap, situating her so that she lay bent over the end of the bed. She spared me a look, her eyebrow raised in question.
“Trust me,” I whispered, giving her a sinister look only a moment before my mouth found her swollen core from behind.
“Oh fuck! Fuck!” she cried out, her hands fisting in the coverlet as my tongue delved deeper between her folds to find her swollen, needy little clit.
“Mine,” I groaned into her cunt, her arousal coating my lips, my tongue, my chin, as I dined on her. My hunger for her was voracious. She pushed back into my mouth. Such a needy little thing.
“Sir, please!” she begged. Her toes curled into the floorboards, her legs spreading wider to grant me more room. I pulled back, chuckling at her whimper, and slid my fingers inside of her heat. She wrapped around me like a velvet glove, pulling me deeper as my fingers grazed over the swollen bump of her g-spot.
“Sir, I can’t hold back,” she keened, her legs tensing under my ministrations.
“Too fucking bad,” I growled. I knew she was close, dangerously so. She was quivering around my fingers, ready to explode at any moment. I leaned forward, licking my tongue over her back door, and she erupted. Her sweet cunt squirted over my hand, over my chest, and onto the floor below us as her back arched and her cries of ecstasy shook the room.
“Again!” I commanded, pushing her towards another earth-shattering climax. I needed her more than breath, more than life. Every sound, every movement, every orgasm, every touch, all of it fed me in a way that I didn’t know was possible. I had never needed anything as much as I needed her right then and there.
I couldn’t wait. I had a million things I wanted to do to her quivering little body, but my aching cock would no longer be silenced. Pulling my fly open and shoving my jeans down just enough to free myself, I lined my cock up with her dripping cunt and drove deep inside of her.
“Yes!” she screamed into the blankets, her body moving, trying to find something to anchor herself to. That wouldn’t do. I leaned forward, taking her wrists in each hand and pulled them behind her back, holding them tightly with one of my hands.
“Mine!” I growled as I fucked her, pushing myself faster, harder, deeper into her swollen, trembling pussy.
It was fast. It was hot. It was desperate. That’s how I felt. Desperate for her, to consume her just as she had consumed me.
“Mine. Do you hear me?” I demanded, pushing her body towards her next climax and thrusting her off the edge as she exploded for me once more. Her quivering cunt pulled my aching cock in deeper, pushing my own orgasm to the forefront as my balls tightened against my body and my cum shot inside her heat. Shivers ran up and down my body, my thighs aching, my toes curling into the floor with the intensity of my orgasm.
“Mine! Mine! Mine!” I repeated, over and over, until the last drops of my cum had emptied themselves into her pussy.
I leaned against her, my lips pressing half exhausted kisses along her spine as we both tried to recover. Slowly, I pulled away from her, ignoring the mess we were making as I sat beside her and immediately pulled her into my arms, her head resting against my shoulder.
“I’m sorry that was —” I began, but she put her hand to my lips.
“Unless your next words areperfect in every way, I don’t want to hear it. I needed that.” I could feel her grin against my neck as she nuzzled closer.
Perhaps I truly had been wrong.
She was no delicate flower, my Talia. She was a wild thing. Strong and resilient. And I loved her.
CHAPTER21
TALIA
Finally, we were back to some semblance of normalcy. Delilah had made a crude comment the day before about how a good session of make-up sex, all hot and heavy, could be the cure to almost any issue. I had laughed it off then, but now, looking back at our quick escapade last night? She had been right. Very. Very. Right.
We had fallen asleep together, all hot and sweaty and sticky from our fun, but most importantly, we had fallen asleep happy. For the first time since my flashback, I didn’t feel alone. I had my Zeke back. And that was all that mattered to me.
Zeke had woken me in the early morning hours, touching me softly and kissing me. We had made love. That’s what it was. It was love. He may not have said it, and neither had I, at least verbally, but we made love. I felt content and happy and fulfilled.
