13. Sophia
13
SOPHIA
I thought I knew about sex, having experienced it with Dex before.
But, no. I was as good as a virgin, because this isn’t the same act at all. This is Dex off-leash. He’s ferocious. He’s taking and giving, even as I’m melted butter from coming. His mouth is on my breasts, biting and licking as he pounds into me.
It’s all I can do to take it.
With my hands tied, I can’t explore his body or do anything but be overwhelmed by how much he needs me. I hadn’t realised how he held back as he made me orgasm over and over again during the past few days, but it’s clear now. Dex is giving me everything, and it’s rough and animalistic and I love it.
He sucks my nipple without mercy, and I arch. My hands are tightly restrained by his tie, and not being able to move heightens the eroticism of this whole act. Like I really am just his to breed and use as he likes.
But instead of the selfishness that implies, he’s still intent on me. The way he worships my breasts as he fucks me zings pleasure to my core. He’s taking what he wants from my pussy and giving to me by worshipping my nipples. And between kisses and licks, his words are filthy and the sort of adoration I never dreamed a girl like me could inspire.
“I’m never letting you go, Sophia. I love you so much I want to be constantly inside you. In your body, in your head. I want to be in your every thought and have you with me. My wife .”
He’s pounding me into the mattress. It’s all I can do to dig my heels into his buttocks and keep angling my hips.
One such shift, and he groans like I’m killing him, and hits deeper, right up against my cervix.
“Fuck, you’re being such a good girl taking my cock. My perfect little brat.”
“Breed me, Dex. Give me a baby,” I whisper back. “I’ll be your good girl, I promise.” Even if being a brat has turned out even better than I could have dared dream.
“However long it takes, little one, I’m not letting you go. You’re mine now. No other man will ever touch you.”
That sounds great to me.
“I love you. I’m obsessed, and have been since we met. I can’t breathe without you.”
The things this man says are short-circuiting my brain.
“My love, my darling, my obsession, my wife, my little one.” He punctuates each word with a kiss, peppering them sweetly over my face as he slams into my pussy. “I can’t believe you’re finally mine in every way. You’re going to have my baby, and I’m going to keep you forever.”
“Not if I keep you first.” That response makes zero sense, but Dex laughs anyway, and I feel that laughter everywhere we touch, including in his enormous cock.
“I’m going to love this baby I’m giving you. I’ll take care of you both, love you both so well, you’ll never want for anything. I already love you and this baby so much.” He looks right into my eyes and it’s a good thing I’m on my back and tied up, because I’m a mess. A sloppy, destroyed, custard pie of a girl. To go with the cream pie he’ll make me.
“Dex, I can’t wait. Please. Fill me up.” Some lust-drunk part of my brain must be saying these things, because it wouldn’t be me, who was a virgin only a week ago, right?
“I will.”
He’s jolting me, and despite how brutal Dex is being, pleasure mounts.
“Dex, I think I’m going…” Then I can’t speak, because Dex alters the angle of my leg, and my mind goes static-y.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he rumbles. “You’re mine, and I can’t live without you, little one. You’re the centre of my soul. You’ve made me alive again.”
I break. The pleasure that had been threatening like a summer day with sparks in the air, shatters into cracks of lightning and thunderous rain.
“Fucck…” Above me, Dex’s face is scrunched, intense and feral as I tighten around his very solid length. “That’s it, little one. Milk it out of me. Take it.”
I’m sobbing. I’ve never felt anything like this.
He thrusts once, twice, and then embeds himself deep in me.
His roar is triumph and ecstasy and pain, and I feel him pump wet heat into me, seemingly under my ribcage, right by my heart. He shudders. His grey eyes are soft but intense as he doesn’t hide from me. He lets me see how shaken he is, how our love drowns us both. His face is savage and contorted and his breathing harsh, his mouth open as his shout fades to a growl.
I swear I can feel his seed as he fills me with hot fluid.
“Take your fill,” he groans as he collapses, his bulk pressing me down. “It’s all for you, I’m yours.”
There’s spurt after spurt as he’s wracked by his orgasm so hard it looks almost painful. But he never stops looking into my eyes, and this is the moment I’ve been waiting for.
Dex. Me. Our love and making our baby.
“I needed this,” I confess rawly. “I needed you to come inside me.”
“I know, little one, I know. Me too.”
So we can have a baby, of course, but I craved the feeling of him breaking apart like that. It was nothing less than magic. His weight on top of me and the way he’s given me his seed, filling me with it, is intimacy I never thought I’d feel.
He murmurs something about not wanting to squash me, and I protest as he rolls onto his side and takes me with him. It’s so good. I’m drugged with how wonderful it is to love Dex and be loved by him in return.
It’s minutes or hours later when I come to. Dex has looped his arm under my thighs and is dragging me up.
“What?”
“Lift your hips,” he directs roughly.
“Why?” I’m baffled.
“Because you’re not going to allow any of my seed to leak out, are you?”
He slants one eyebrow, and my heart skips.
“No.” I shake my head. “Keep it in.” I guess gravity will do its thing eventually, but the idea of remaining full of Dex’s come heats me from the inside out in a way that I can’t explain.
Kneeling between my legs, Dex sighs contentedly, and my grumpy, serious boss smiles when he glances up at me. “Fuck, little one. I’ve wanted to do this since we met.”
“Really?” I’m too content for this to be real.
His expression is pure, satisfied evil as he settles down.
“That’s right.” He gives me a long, leisurely lick all the way up my slit then sucks his lower lip, as though savouring my taste. “I wanted to feel you come. I wanted to taste you, and you’re so fucking sweet. And most of all, I wanted to taste you and me together while I keep you wet and ready for me until I breed you again.”
“Dex…” I breathe his name. How am I this lucky?
He pushes my thighs wider. “Let me see all of you.”
I’m so exposed, but instead of feeling vulnerable, I’m excited and happy and bubbling with more arousal than I could have believed possible.
He licks me with the kind of dedication most people only give to things that benefit themselves. He’s single-minded, like I’m his whole world. And I’m powerless to do anything but what he wants of me. He might be doing this for me, but he’s my god.
I come screaming his name, as he doesn’t let up for a second, but somehow knows exactly where I’m too sensitive and licks me through every earth-shattering pulse. He leaves me a mess. I’m flat on my back, twitching, pleasure bouncing off each cell in my body.
“Dex,” I murmur weakly. He’s destroyed me.
“Little one.” And then he’s over me again. His cock nudges at my entrance. “Do you want extra seed?”
“Yes.” Was I tired? Pah.
The push of his renewed erection into my gaped, soaking pussy reignites me. I’m vibrating with need once more.
“That’s it.” He kisses my lips tenderly as he slides all the way in. “I love the feel of my warm come inside you. I might keep you like this forever.”
It’s so good, so intimate and I’m so entirely loved. I wrap my arms and legs around my husband and urge him on.
“Please, husband. Breed me.”
“I will.” The next stroke is firmer. “If you tell me again.”
“Breed me,” I pant.
“Mm.” He almost purrs with contentment. “That too. But the other thing.” Reaching up, he combs his fingers into my hair and then fists it, drawing a gasp from me. “The other words, wife.”
“I love you. I love you, I love you.” It’s a chant as he increases his pace.
“Fuck, I love you too,” he growls, as he holds me. “So much, little one.”
Then he slams into me, and we’re both lost in each other.