Page 47 of Follow Me
The shower could wait.
This couldn’t.
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Mallory’s eyes dropped closed as Kel pressed his face against her pussy. He wouldn’t stop until he was ready, meaning they’d be there for…
A while.
She hoped.
He was still crying, but his cock was hard and bouncing off her legs as he ate her out, so she knew this was good.
They both needed this.
She’d shut down and shut him out in so many ways early on, and he’d always been so sweet, so gentle with her. She hadn’t known how to just ask for the shadows back. Instead of impatience or anger, he’d always tucked her close to him and gone to sleep with her nestled against him. He’d started wearing boxers to bed to help hide when his cock didn’t want to go along with that program, but he’d never so much as asked her for sex even when she knew he wanted it.
He just…waited.
And he would’ve waited forever rather than cheat on her or hurt her.
But sheneededto be hurt now. She missed his marks in her flesh, missed the fist in her hair holding her in place as he fucked her mouth or fucked her ass. She wanted to be his canvas again, wanted to play with him, wanted to run her hands over the ligature marks following a rope scene, needed the sting of a paddle or cane across her flesh.
Mal dragged her nails along his scalp and was rewarded with a deep, sexy growl that vibrated through her clit and deep into her hungry cunt. Desire flared to life within her, a pyroclastic flow raging, demanding sacrifice.
She rocked her hips against his mouth and gave in completely. Kel’s tongue snaked inside her pussy before swiping along her clit again, over and over. It didn’t take long for him to make her come the first time, and from there she had to hold on for the ride.
Maybe she wasn’t collared to him right now, but there was no doubt that he still owned her, and her body gladly surrendered to her rightful Master. At least some things remained pure and good in her life, even if it took them a while to get back there.
The first orgasm really didn’t have time to fade away before the second slammed into her, and the next…and again.
They’d never had trouble together in bed. He’d made her feel things she thought were only possible between the covers of a romance book, took her to heights she’d never dreamed possible.
He’d branded her heart with his love and she knew no other man could fill her soul and quench her need the way he did.
She lost count of how many times she came, but by the time he finally sat back her knees trembled and she wasn’t sure she’d remain upright.
But he caught her, scooped her up and carried her into the shower, all while those sweet, dark brown eyes of his burned through her, promising more.
Promising it all.
He turned on the water and then turned to her, and she found herself pressed against the cool tile, lifted, impaled on his cock.
She draped her arms over his shoulders as he hooked her legs around his waist and started fucking her. Her juices mixed with his coated his face, and she realized he hadn’t shaved yet this morning. Scratchy stubble, coarse against her cheeks and lips, and yet she reveled in the sensation.
Damn, she’d missed this.
Raw, powerful, he was growling once more as he sucked on her tongue and fucked her cunt, pounding into her and reclaiming her yet again. When he came this time she swallowed his hoarse cry and devoured every bit of it.
He fell still, still holding her there, their foreheads pressed together and the shower steaming around them.
“I love you, baby. I love you so fucking much. Ican’tlose you. I couldn’t survive it.”
She played with his hair. “I love you, too, Sir. I promise I’m not giving up.”
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Kel finally let her stand and they took their shower, washing each other, kissing, a tenderness returned between them that he’d never been able to give thought to in this way before. It’d been lost among everything else, the fear, the struggle.
