Page 45 of November Reign
I went into his lap easily, meeting his lips once more in a deep kiss.
Somehow he found the lube and opened it. He slicked his fingers and worked me open as I writhed in his lap.
“Careful, I might go off before I get inside you,” he teased as he nipped across my shoulder and neck. He was leaving marks for everyone to see, I could tell.
When I thought I was ready, I batted his hand aside and pushed the tip of his cock against my stretched hole. Even with the prep there was a burn. It had been a while.
Slowly, I eased down on him, taking him fully inside me.
The feeling of his arms around me, his length in me, was indescribable. It was everything I’d ever wanted.
Then I began to move.
I rocked and grinded against him, rose and fell. Time had no meaning. All I could think about was the pleasure building between us.
Leaning back, I braced myself on Oak’s body and lifted up and down on his dick.
“Damn, you look good riding me.” His eyes were fixated on where we were joined. “I can’t wait to see my come leaking out of you.” He looked desperate. “Just wait until I’m fully healed. You’re going to wear my come so you smell like me. I’m going to fill you with so much come and plug you.” His hands tightened on my thighs as he guided me up and down.
I moaned, a long filthy sound.
“Like that idea, don’t you? Walking around with a reminder of who you belong to all day.”
“Yes!” I gasped. Damn, the dirty talk was pressing all my buttons.
“Would you let me collar you? Show to the world you belong to me?”
“Oh fuck! Yes!”
He leaned forward, grabbed me around the waist and bit down on my shoulder as he pumped up into me. His movements were frantic, passionate, as he fucked me raw.
Euphoria filled me. All I could feel was the man I loved. His cock kept hitting my prostate perfectly. So close!
Oak thrust harder, gripped me closer and snarled. “Mine.”
It was animalistic. Perfect.
I came on a shout as I felt him pulse inside me.
“You’re mine now. I’m never letting you go.” He nuzzled my neck. More kisses followed his words, like he just couldn’t stop.
I gave a breathless laugh. “I’m okay with that.”
A Moment of Peace
Oak
Dreams truly did cometrue. At least, I was living my dream: Thyme tied up on his bed rather than mine, and begging. Silk ties weren’t as good as my silken ropes, but none of us had all our things here.
Tears of frustration leaked from his eyes as I brought him to the brink of orgasm for the fourth time before I pulled away again. I’d let him come earlier, hours ago now. I was just dragging this session out, wanting it to last.
I was so hard I ached with it. There was this desperate need to get inside Thyme again, despite the fact I’d fucked him twice already just that morning. The proof of it was leaking out of him. I wanted him covered in my come, wanted it painting his insides, so there was proof he belonged to me. It was animalistic. If it was possible, I would have thought I came from shifters. Didn’t they like to cover their mates in their scents?
“Don’t come. Not yet.”
“Oak!” Thyme moaned as my hand made a twisting motion over the head of his cock. The fingers of my other hand were in his hole, massaging his prostate.
“Check in,” I ordered.
