Page 29 of Pounded in the Patch
This is everything I've ever wanted.
It’s everything I never dared dream I could have.
"Fuck, Sera," I breathe as she takes me in her hand and begins pumping me. "You look so fucking beautiful wearing my ring."
She glances up at me through her lashes, and dark expression makes my head spin. "Your ring," she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the head of my cock.
Mine. Completely, utterly, irrevocablymine.
The possessive feeling that floods through me is so intense it's almost violent. She said yes. She's wearing my ring. She's going to be Seraphina Morrison, and every man who looks at her will know she’s taken.
"That's right," I growl, threading my fingers through her hair and letting out a low groan.
She hums her agreement against my skin, the vibration making me twitch in her hand. Then she's taking me into her mouth, and rational thought becomes impossible.
Holy fuck.
Her tongue is warm and wet as it swirls around the head of my cock, tasting me like I'm her final meal. She takes me deeper, inch by inch, until I can feel myself hitting the back of her throat.
My perfect, filthy, night monster. Taking my cock like she owns it.
Shedoesown it. Every part of me belongs to her. Mind, body, and soul. It’s all for her.
"God, baby," I groan, fighting to keep my hips from bucking too hard as she pumps herself over my cock. "Your mouth feels so fucking good."
She pulls off just long enough to look up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, lips swollen and wet from sucking me. "I want to taste you," she says, her voice husky with arousal. "I want to swallow everything you give me. I want you to come in my mouth."
Fuck.
My hips jerk as her fingers tease the head of my cock.
She's going to kill me.
She takes me back into her mouth, deeper this time, and I can feel her throat working around the head of my cock as she fights her gag reflex. The sight of her struggling to take all of me, determined to please me even when it's difficult, makes something primal and possessive roar to life in my chest.
That's my girl, taking everything I give her and desperate for more.
I can't help but think about how we got here, about the months of planning that led to this moment. Every detail I obsessed over, every contingency I planned for, every dollar I spent—all of it came to this. Her on her knees in front of me with my ring on her finger and my cock in her mouth.
Worth every fucking penny.
Worth every sleepless night.
She's found her rhythm now, taking me deep and pulling back, using her tongue to trace patterns along my shaft that make my vision blur. The wet sounds of her mouth working me fill the air, mixing with the Halloween music still playing in the background and the distant howl of wolves.
It’s the sound of my fiancée worshipping my cock on the altar I built for her.
I look down at her—reallylook—and the sight nearly undoes me. Her dark hair is messed from my fingers, her vampire makeup smeared and running from tears and exertion. The torn corset hangs open, giving me glimpses of her perfect tits as she bobs. And on her finger, catching the light with every stroke of her hand, is my ring.
My mark.
My claim.
My promise that she'll never belong to anyone else.
"You look so fucking beautiful like this," I tell her, my voice rough with arousal and emotion. "On your knees for me, wearing my ring, taking my cock like the perfect little queen you are."
She moans around me, the vibration making my head fall back and my hand tighten around her hair. Her free hand comes up to cup my balls, rolling them gently in her palm while she continues to suck me with an enthusiasm that borders on worship.
