Chapter 16
KEVLAR
Irose to my feet, still breathing hard, kicked off my boots, and shoved my jeans and boxers the rest of the way down. My cock was already hard again, straining toward her like I hadn’t just emptied myself down her throat five minutes ago.
Her eyes followed me as I moved to the dresser. I pulled open the top drawer and retrieved two silk ties that I’d put there a couple of days ago.
When I turned back to her, her breathing quickened. But it wasn’t fear in her eyes—it was eagerness. Her body shifted on the mattress, arching slightly like she couldn’t wait to see what I’d do with them.
“You trust me?”
I already knew the answer, but needed to hear her say it.
“Yes,” she whispered, breathless.
I walked to the bed and took her wrists gently, lifting them above her head and looping the silk around each one, tying them to the slats in the headboard. I made sure the knots were firm but not tight. This was about surrender more than restraint.
Then I knelt at the foot of the bed, my eyes locked on my woman.
Fuck, she was gorgeous.
Every soft curve and sweet swell, her full tits rising and falling with each breath.
Her nipples were flushed and tight, begging for my mouth.
Her belly rose just above her naked sex, which glistened with arousal, already dripping for me again.
Her thighs were flushed pink and trembling slightly, spread just enough to show off that tight little pussy I’d just made come twice on my tongue.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen,” I rasped in a raw tone.
She shivered as I crawled up her body and kissed her.
My tongue stroked into her mouth long and deep while my hands caressed every inch I could reach.
Her hips lifted, desperate for contact, but I kept my strokes soft and teasing, trailing my palms up the dip of her waist, under her tits, then back down to her thighs.
When I kissed my way down to her belly, I paused, brushing my mouth across the soft skin there and resting my lips just below her navel.
“You’d look so fucking beautiful round with my baby,” I whispered.
Her body went still. But only for a second because I kissed her hip bone and slid my hand between her thighs, my fingers stroking gently until she gasped and arched into the touch.
She couldn’t focus when I was touching her like this. But I didn’t want her to think. Only feel. I was going to fuck her so thoroughly she forgot everything but me.
By the time I worked her up again, she was panting and pulling at the ties, her wrists twisting as her hips rocked beneath me. Her breath was broken, and her eyes were half-lidded and pleading.
“Don’t pull like that, baby.” I brushed my fingers over the silk at her wrist. “You’ll bruise. I don’t want your pretty skin hurt.”
She bit her bottom lip and nodded, forcing herself to be still.
“Good girl.” I glided a finger down her inner arm, all the way to one of her tits, and drew a slow circle around the nipple, before pinching it.
She cried out, arching her back as I lifted her legs to my shoulders. My hands slid beneath her ass, and I adjusted her until her hips were off the bed and perfectly aligned with the thick, pulsing head of my cock.
When I thrust in, I did it slowly. I pressed in inch by inch, until I was buried to the root inside her tight, wet heat.
“Fuck, baby.” I ground my hips in a slow circle. “You feel fucking fantastic.”
I bent her knees and pushed her legs back toward her chest, spreading them wide and watching her pussy stretch and pulse around me. My hands gripped her thighs, anchoring her as I eased out, then pressed back in, harder.
My plan was to take her soft and slow. But her inner muscles clenched so tight around me that my vision blurred and my body stopped giving a damn about going slow.
Just like that, my control was gone.
I gripped her ass tight in my hands and fucked her like I needed to etch myself into her skin. As though I could brand her from the inside out. The bed creaked beneath us with every savage thrust, her moans spiraling higher as I took her the way I’d been aching to from the second I met her.
“Spread wider,” I ordered, my voice rough. “Take all of me, baby. Show me that sweet pussy’s as desperate as I am.”
She immediately dug her heels into the mattress as her legs opened farther. Her eyes locked on mine, glassy and filled with lust. Her wrists strained slightly against the silk ties, but not because she wanted out—she wanted more. My filthy girl needed it just as badly as I did.
“Fuck, look at you,” I groaned. “Needy. Sweet. And mine.”
Her breath hitched when I leaned in, sucked one hard nipple into my mouth, and bit down just enough to make her cry out. Her back arched as I soothed the sting with my tongue, then did it again. “You like that, don’t you? My mouth on your tits, my cock buried deep.”
“Yes,” she moaned.
I pulled back, pounding into her harder. “Then give me everything. Breathe for me. Fuck, yes!”
Her eyes started to close, and I slapped one of her ass cheeks to get her attention. “Keep your eyes open. I want to see you when I make you scream.”
She whimpered, writhing under me, her hips rolling to meet my thrusts. Her pussy was soaked, fluttering around me like she was trying to pull every drop out of my cock.
“You feel that?” I hissed. “How deep am I? The way you’re stretched around me?”
“Yes! Oh my gosh, yes!”
“That’s my cock claiming you, baby. Fucking you so good you’ll forget anyone else even exists. Because there’s no one else. Just you, me, and this tight little pussy I’m gonna fill over and over again until you’re leaking down your thighs.”
Her moan turned into a choked sob of pleasure, her whole body trembling beneath me.
“Rub your clit for me.”
She reached down, her fingers shaking as they found that swollen little nub. I grunted at the sight—her legs open wide, my cock hammering into her while her fingers worked her clit, and her lips parted on broken gasps.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Good fucking girl. Gonna make yourself come while I own your pussy.”
Her thighs started to quake. Her breath caught, and I saw her whole body start to lock up.
“Not yet,” I barked, snapping my hips harder. “Not till I say.”
She whimpered, her body bowing off the bed.
“You wanna come, baby?”
“Yes,” she cried.
“Then you fucking wait. And you take this cock deep.”
I reached down, pinched her clit hard enough to make her scream, then rewarded her with a deep, hard thrust that made her sob.
“Beg me,” I gritted out, fighting my own orgasm. “Ask me to come inside you. Tell me what you want.”
“I want your come,” she choked out. “I want you to fill me up. Please, Lucas. Please, I need it!”
“That’s right, baby,” I rasped. “You want my seed inside you. You want me to knock you up. Make you round with my baby. You’re mine, Maren, and I’m gonna fuck a baby into you.”
She screamed my name like it was a prayer and a curse as she shattered, her pussy clamping down so hard I couldn’t fucking breathe. I finally let go, roaring as I slammed deep, grinding into her as I came harder than I ever had in my life.
“Take it,” I snarled. “Every fucking drop.”
Her walls milked me until I had nothing left, and she was limp beneath me, gasping and moaning.
I collapsed over her, panting against her neck, her body still tied beneath mine, trembling in the aftermath of what we’d just done.
And I was still fucking hard.
I’d just emptied my load inside her and was still buried to the hilt. But damn, I was ready to take her again. I couldn’t explain it except that the need to prove who she belonged to was riding me hard. To remind myself that she was here, safe, and fucking mine.
She continued shaking beneath me when I lifted my head and looked down at her.
Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen from our earlier kisses, hair a wild halo around her face.
With her wrists still tied to the headboard, her body was stretched and open, flushed and glistening with sweat.
She looked like she’d just been fucked within an inch of her life.
Because she had.
But I wasn’t done.
Not even close.
“Lucas,” she breathed, her voice slightly hoarse and so damn sexy.
“Still with me, baby?”
She nodded, her gaze dazed and heated. “Always.”
A growl rumbled in my chest. Fuck. That answer. The devotion. She was so perfect.
I leaned down, kissed her like I was starving, while I reached up to untie her wrists. Her hands fell to the bed with a soft thud, and I kissed each wrist, rubbing them for a moment before dragging her arms around my shoulders.
“You okay?”
She smiled, sleepy and satisfied. “Better than okay.”
“Good. Because I need you again.”
Her breath caught.
“I’m gonna fuck you until you’re crying, baby. Until your thighs are soaked and your voice is gone. Until nothing is left in that pretty little head but my name and the feel of my cock inside you.”
She whimpered, her legs shifting restlessly beneath me.
I sat back on my heels and looked down at where I was still buried in her. Her pussy was pink, swollen, and stretched wide around the thick base of my cock. Our combined release was everywhere. Dripping down her ass and soaking the sheets.
I pulled out slowly, watching the way she clenched and trembled. Then I bent down and licked her clean, savoring every fucking drop I’d pumped into her.
She moaned, her hips jerking, and I slapped her ass. “Stay still.”
“I can’t,” she whimpered.
“You will.”
She nodded, then did exactly what she’d been told while I finished.
“Such a good girl,” I murmured as I rose onto my knees again. “You deserve a reward.”
I flipped her onto her stomach and dragged her hips up until she was on her knees, her cheek pressed to the mattress, and her ass in the air. I gripped her ass cheeks and spread her wide, groaning at the sight.
“Look at this greedy little pussy. Still dripping, so needy. You liked being filled with my come, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she panted. “Please, Lucas.”
“You want more?”
She nodded frantically.
I lined myself up and slammed back in one hard thrust.
She screamed, and I wrapped my hand around her throat and dragged her up until her back hit my chest.
“I want you to keep quiet this time, baby,” I rumbled in her ear. “You make a sound, and I’ll stop. Unless I tell you to speak. Do you understand?”
Her mouth opened and then clamped shut as she realized that agreeing out loud would be breaking my rule.
I grinned, then nibbled her ear before murmuring, “If you keep this up, I might let you take control in bed one of these days.”
Maren’s head twisted to the side so she could look at my face, as if gauging if I was serious. I winked at her, and she flushed, her eyes sparkling.
“But not this time,” I growled before I began to move again. I kept her there, one hand at her throat in a gentle hold, the other under her tits as I pounded into her from behind. Each slap of my hips echoed in the room.
“You’re mine, Maren,” I growled. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasped. “Only yours.”
I pinched her nipple and fucked her harder. “That’s right. Mine to touch, to fuck, to fill. No one else will ever see you like this. On your knees, stuffed full of my cock, begging for more.”
She gasped, and I squeezed her throat gently before giving her permission to stop trying to stay quiet.
“Go ahead, baby. Let me hear you cry. Scream. Beg.”
Maren moaned, and her arms came up to circle my neck, like she needed something to hold.
“I could keep you like this forever,” I grunted. “Naked, marked, leaking my seed, pregnant with my kid, blissed out and purring in my arms. Would you like that, baby?”
“Yes, yes,” she sobbed. “Please.”
I slammed deep, held her there, and slid my fingers between her legs. I rubbed her clit in hard circles, my mouth at her ear.
“Come again. Come on my cock, Maren. Let me feel it.”
She broke with a cry, her pussy clamping down so hard I saw fucking stars.
I followed her over the edge with a roar, grinding into her as I came again, spilling every last drop of my seed inside her. Then my head fell to her shoulder, and I bit down lightly, claiming her all over again.
We collapsed in a heap, tangled in the sheets and our own sweat, her body still twitching in aftershocks.
She was breathless, spent, and absolutely fucking perfect.
But I still wasn’t finished. Not until I had her begging for mercy. Or begging for more.
Whichever came first.