Page 113 of Bottle Shock
“You can do whatever you want, baby. But I’m not going to lie and pretend I don’t want you to have my last name. For everyone to know who you belong to.”
It’s wild how hot it gets me when he talks like this. I’vespent most of my life never wanting to be anyone’s, and now I’m folding for him like a cat in heat every time he claims me.
“I’ll think about it.” My voice comes out breathless due to the growing erection pressing against my entrance.
I can’t help myself and shamelessly grind against it.
Gavin’s eyes roll back, his breathing coming in short spurts, before he grabs one of the few condoms we have left and slips it over his length.
“Reach down and put it in,” he grits.
I’m incredibly sore. I shouldn’t be ready for him again. I should give my vagina the rest it needs after being dicked down all night by Gavin’s massive cock. But the man just told me to reach down and put it in, and I am nothing but a horny slut for my husband when he gets all commanding and rough with me.
“Yes, sir,” I tell him as I slowly sink down on every inch he has to give, relishing in the achingly full stretch of him. It hurts so good.
His eyes flare, and I’m not sure if it’s because I called him sir or because he’s got an eyeful of my tits. I think even if he was flaming mad at me, all I’d have to do is flash him and all would be well again.
We both groan when I’m fully seated, and his hands land on my hips, gripping them. He lifts me, sliding me up and down his cock. Even with me on top, he’s still in control, setting the pace, lifting his own hips to meet me thrust for thrust. My breasts bounce uncontrollably, my body completely under his control. Despite having come only a few minutes ago, I’m already almost there, a tight warmth unraveling within me, intense pressure consuming me.
“You look so pretty on my cock,” he says as he stares where we connect.
“You look pretty hot with your face between my legs. Best alarm clock I’ve ever had.”
He pinches one of my nipples between his fingers, flicking it, the combination of pain and pleasure making me dizzy.
“I’ll wake you up like that every day for the rest of our lives if you let me.” He leans forward, wrapping his mouth around my nipple, tugging it with his teeth before sucking on it, his gaze never leaving mine.
His words do something to me.
Hitting something deeper than just the physical, something bigger, more profound.
Because this was supposed to be a trial run, a test, and he’s already graduated to forever.
I’ve never had someone be so sure about me. He’s everything I wasn’t convinced I’d ever get to have. Someone safe. Someone real. Someone who wants me back.
I don’t say anything. I can’t.
Instead, I kiss him, deeper, with everything I have, and he meets me with just as much.
Our movements lose rhythm, turning frantic and hurried, both of us chasing relief. There’s no finesse, no smooth control anymore—just hunger. Instinct. Pure need.
I bite his shoulder, claiming him, just as he growls, thrusting up into me hard enough and deep enough I think he might come up my throat.
We collapse together, tangled, bodies slick, completely spent, nothing but the sounds of our breaths filling the room.
We enjoy a very nice, very civilized breakfast with Carl and Maggie—considering Gavin absolutely defiled me and fucked my brains out less than an hour before we walked out of that bedroom.
I have never in my life related more to the phrase“sweating like a whore in church.”
Afterward, Gavin stands and stretches, his shirt lifting just enough to show a sliver of his firm stomach. My brain immediately short-circuits, and Maggie definitely sees me checking him out because she smirks into her mug.
It makes me think she might’ve heard us last night and again this morning. I should be mortified, but I had too many orgasms to feel even an ounce of shame.
“If you don’t mind, I was thinking me and Scottie would explore the lake.”
Carl nods and Maggie grins. “Go right ahead. Don’t let us old folks hold you back. We’ll reconvene for dinner and discuss the sale.” She winks at me like it’s merely a matter of signing some paper to close the deal, but I don’t want to get my hopes up.
We get changed in the bedroom and miraculously manage to not have a quickie, though I wouldn’t be opposed to it.
