Page 83 of His to Possess
A low growl rumbled in his chest, and he began to move, withdrew almost entirely before slammed back into me. I arched my back, met his thrust with my own.
He set a relentless pace, each thrust hit my sweet spot, made me see stars. He looked into my eyes, searched for any sign of weakness, any hint that I couldn’t take it. But I wanted to prove him wrong.
I lifted my hips to meet each of his thrusts, our bodies slapped together in a primal rhythm. I gasped for air, my skin tingled with anticipation of the release that was building inside me.
“Rex,” I said, my back arched as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Harder.”
A feral grin spread across his face, and his pace increased, his thrusts became more insistent. reverberated throughout the studio.
“You like that, Laurel?” he said, his eyes dark and dilated with desire. “You like it when I fuck you hard?”
“Yes,” my body tingled with excitement. “Harder, Rex. Please.”
He gripped my hips roughly. With each thrust, he buried himself deeper inside me, claimed me as his. I could feel his arousal twitch inside me, and I knew he was close.
He pulled out of me abruptly, his breathing heavy and uneven. I whimpered, my body ached for release, my core throbbed with need. I didn’t have time to protest before he spun me around, my front pressed against the bed.
His hands were on me, rough and demanding. His fingers dug into my flesh as he pulled me back against him. I felt his arousal, hard and insistent, pressed against me.
With one swift move, he thrust into me from behind. A sharp cry escaped my lips as he filled me completely.
“Fuck.” The word came out as growl, his voice thick and filled with desire. “You feel so good, Laurel. So fucking tight.”
His words sent another wave of excitement through me, and I pushed back against him, wanted more. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but also powerful, knew I could reduce him to this intense state with just my body.
my breasts with a possessive touch. He squeezed them, his thumbs and forefingers tugged gently on my sensitive nipples.
“Please,” I pleaded, my hips moved back to meet his thrusts. “Rex, please.”
His response was a low, hungry growl as he bent over me, his mouth nipped at my shoulder. His teeth scraped my skin gently, electrified me.
“You like this, don’t you, Laurel?” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “You like being mine.”
“Yes,” I whispered, my body trembled with need. “Always.”
Rex’s hands moved down my body, trailed fire along my skin. He reached between us, his fingers found my sensitive clit. He rubbed it in slow, firm circles never slowing the pace.
“You’re so wet, Laurel.” His voice was rough with desire. “So fucking wet for me.”
I moaned, my head fell back as pleasure washed over me. My body was alive with sensation, every nerve ending screamed for release.
“I can feel how much you need it,” he continued, his fingers increased their pace. “You’re trembling, Laurel. Are you close?”
“Yes,” I cried out, my voice hoarse with need. “Rex, please. Don’t stop.”
His answer was a sharp thrust that made the bed creak beneath us. It sent me over the edge, and my orgasm crashed over me, wave after wave of pleasure washed away all thought, all fear, all uncertainty, if not for a blissful instant. My body trembled, my cry of release echoed through the studio. Damn the neighbors. If it was the ultimate, I could be with Rex, there would be no regret.
He released my clit, and I twitched from the sensitivity, my body still buzzed from my orgasm. But Rex didn’t stop; he was relentless in his pursuit of pleasure.
His hands moved to my breasts, cupped them possessively. His movements were animalistic, raw, and desperate. I could feel his need, his desire, his desperation.
“Fuck, Laurel, you feel so good. So tight around me. It’s like paradise.”
I wanted to feel him lose control, to surrender to me, if only for an instant.
His hands squeezed my breasts, his thumbs brushed over my tender nipples. I cried out, my body arched.
His thrusts became more erratic as he neared his peak, his hips slammed against mine with a force that made the bed shake. His hands gripped my breasts possessively, his fingers left marks that would no doubt linger, but I didn’t care.
