Page 125 of Broken Bonds
That.
Good.
Oh, I make it over, all right. The look of triumph on his face when he feels me come earns me a low, throaty rumble in addition to his deep grunts vibrating through my body.
And I keep coming.
I hang on for dear life. Even through my unending pleasure, I have just enough stray brain cells that aren’t drunk on dopamine that realize this is what he meant by a rut.
Got it.
Rut good.
Very goooood.
And still I’m coming. Like during our play, it’s not the intense one-and-done of a normal orgasm, but a rolling, sweeping pleasure that curls my toes and were I to die right this second, I’d consider my life complete.
That good.
“Got you now,” he rumbles in my brain as a dark, wild fire burns in his brown gaze. “You will never forget this moment, will you?”
“No, sir!”
I don’t know which pleases him more, speaking to him silently or calling him “sir,” but I’d kill or die to keep earning that sexy smile from him.
He could’ve been fucking me for minutes or hours, for all I know, but he downshifts into another gear and changes his angle, and now I see why he broke a bed. Were he not holding my shoulders, I would’ve been driven through the headboard already, and the heavy wooden bed frame is suspiciously creaking and groaning in protest.
It’s just jealous because that magnificent cock is fucking me, owning me, ruining me for any other guy, because…yeah.
Even if I have to leave here, there will never be another man to match this moment. It’ll fucking break my heart, too, because there will never be a more perfect moment than this.
Just when I think my orgasm is ending, he yanks me toward him so I’m jammed against his thighs, my back rolled even more, and he pauses only long enough to toss my legs over his shoulders before he resumes plowing me.
I’m certain I’m making noises because there’s no way I can’t be with how good it feels, and with the explosions once again going off behind my eyes, the pleasure spiking through my body in a way I never imagined possible.
Our play was amazing, the orgasms intense and wonderful.
But this?
Holy shit, this is sooo much more.
Maybe it’s because I’m coming all over his cock and the triumphant fire in his eyes has drawn me into a deep, dark place I’m not sure I ever want to emerge from, but it’s nearly an out-of-body experience.
His weight curls over me and pins me deep into the mattress, and he’s completely driving now. Fortunately, being bent nearly into a pretzel is an even better position for his cock to glide along my prostate. I helplessly lie there and stare into his face, trying to memorize every molecule.
He’s right—I never will forget this moment, the magic of it.
The first time I’ve truly felt…connected to someone.
Ever.
He leans in and presses his face to the side of my neck without losing stride. I feel him breathing, licking my flesh. “Beg me for it. If you really want me to give it to you, tell me what you want me to do.”
“Please breed my ass!” I mentally beg. “I need to feel you come inside me, please! I don’t care if I get in trouble for it—please be the first to do it!”
Oh, I still want to go through initiation and definitely hope I get to sample Jax’s knot, but right now I’m controlled by an urge so deep and powerful I can’t explain it, but I need him.
I need Todd’s cum inside me. I want him to pump me full of his hot juices, and I want to hear the sound of him coming.
