Page 40 of Legacy
If he didn’t own me before, he does now.
My fingers brush through his hair as I grind my hips against his mouth, a choked gasp escaping me.
If we aren’t acting like best friends on the couch, watching some sort of detective show and eating too much junk food, then I’m either coming on his cock or on his tongue.
This man has eaten me out more times then he’s fucked me.
And I can’t complain.
The waves of pleasure crash into me so hard I can’t utter a word, just tremble as he grips my hips hard and keeps licking my clit through the pulses of my orgasm.
I don’t even feel him move as I lay limp in the after until his lips are on mine and I taste myself on his tongue.
He thrusts into me, biting down on my neck, groaning into my skin.
“Fuck, you feel like home,” he grunts out.
The sheets twist beneath us, hot and damp, the faint creak of the bed headboard punctuating each slow thrust.
No condom.
Again.
He’s a lucky bastard I’m on the shot.
His thrusts are consuming.
Hard, but slow.
His hand firm on my hip, keeping me where he wants me. He hits that fucking spot. The one that makes me feel like I’ve died and come back to life, my pussy floods and the sound of him thrusting into me is erotic, spurring on my arousal.
His hand leaves my hip to wrap around my throat. My heart flutters.
Fuck.
I love this.
I love the feel of his possession.
I love the feel of his cock hard and warm sliding against every nerve that lights me up.
I love—
No.
“Fuck!” I cry out as he thrusts harder.
“Where’d you go?” he whispers against my lips pressing a hard kiss to them. “I need you locked in when I fuck you.”
I lock eyes with him as he thrusts again and I gasp, his hand tightening around my throat, his nose brushing against mine as his thrusts get torturously slow.
“You’re mine now,” he murmurs tighten his fingers.
My pussy responds for me, squeezing.
“I’m keeping you.”
I gasp my eyes on his. His pupils blown wide, his lips brushing against mine, his body so tense as his cock drags against my walls.
