Chapter 37 #2
I came so hard, I squirmed to get out of Wes’s reach in the aftermath, painfully sensitive. He slowly withdrew his mouth, though his fingers remained inside me. The sight of him looking up at me from between my legs with a cruel smile made my stomach flutter.
“Adorable that you think I’m finished with you,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension. “I told you what would happen once I finally tasted you. And now, it will never be enough.”
His tongue came back down, and my squeal of protest only made him laugh. “Shhh. You can come again. I believe in you, baby.”
He was gentle, coaxing. When I fought him again, he slapped my inner thigh. I gasped at the shock of pain, and then I marveled at the way it made it easier to tolerate his slow, deliberate licks of my clit.
I relaxed, and his grip on my thighs loosened. It was like I could feel him praising me, rewarding my obedience. As if by some depraved magic, Wes was able to make me come for a second time, relishing every moment of it.
I was boneless, thoughtless, and flushed with heat. Wes pinned me with a kiss, letting me taste myself on him, taste his hunger that wasn’t yet satiated.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked, softly stroking my cheek as I lay bound beneath him.
I nodded. “IUD. I was tested after my last partner, all negative. You?”
“Me as well. But I’m fine using a condom if that makes you more comfortable.”
I shook my head. “I trust you,” I repeated.
He kissed my forehead, eyes softening. I could see the effect those words had on him. It looked like he wanted to hold my faith in his palms without it falling through his fingers like sand.
I wished I could reach for him, run my fingers along his buzzed hair, feel that powerful jaw soften under my gentle touch. I wanted to tell him how I felt, but I didn’t know how to say it yet. I didn’t even know how to say it to myself.
And then, Wes’s cock was gliding up and down my slick center, and I lost all words entirely.
His mouth hovered over mine. The head of his cock teased my entrance, and I could already feel the stretch. It had been months since my last sexual partner, and Wes’s size was frightening as it was.
“Tell me who you belong to, baby.”
“You, Wes. I belong—”
Wes’s hand covered my mouth the moment he pushed inside me, muffling my surprised cry.
“God, Nova, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned. His voice became even more gravelly, a rumble from somewhere deep inside him. “Better than I ever could’ve imagined. And believe me, I’ve been imagining.”
He wasn’t even in all the way, and I felt all my muscles tense, overcome by the pleasurable discomfort.
“Uh-uh,” Wes whispered. “Keep your eyes on mine. Breathe. Relax. We were meant to fit together, remember? This body was made for me.”
I took a deep breath, following Wes’s instructions.
His sinful, possessive musings soothed me and filled me with purpose.
My body opened for him, and he pushed deeper.
My discomfort eased. I was lost inside the certainty of his gaze.
Nothing in my world was confusing anymore, because in this moment, my entire world began and ended with Wes.
I sighed into his palm.
Wes sensed the moment I’d acclimated. He untied the rope from the hard point and looped my arms around his neck, my wrists still bound. He shoved my panties in my mouth as a gag.
His next thrust was no longer slow and gentle. He buried himself fully inside me, nearly brushing up against my cervix. I moaned into the fabric, fighting to keep my eyes locked on his instead of rolling back into my head.
“The things I plan to do with you… to you,” he said darkly, closing a hand around my neck without applying pressure, “are going to make tonight look like lovemaking.”
My brows drew together in mild concern that was soon forgotten. The intensity and fullness drove me to some great peak, as if a single brush of my clit would send me into the stratosphere.
“So noisy,” Wes teased, gripping my face between his long fingers. “I might have to gag you with something sturdier next time, hmm?”
I whimpered into my own panties, stomach flipping when Wes smiled in response. He liked when I struggled. My pain felt like a willing sacrifice at his altar, something I was willing to give over and over again if it would please him.
I wanted more. I wanted him to take more from me, to destroy me and rebuild me in his image.
With one more deep thrust, Wes paused, still buried inside me. He skillfully untied my wrists with impressive speed.
“Look at those pretty marks,” he cooed, thumbing the red indentations the rope had left behind on my skin. “I can’t wait to leave those all over this perfect body.”
I reached for him, and he let me, leaning into my touch as I finally ran my hands through his short hair and traced his jaw.
“Sweet girl.”
He kissed my forehead, still leaving me drooling into my gag.
With one fluid motion, he’d eased out of me and flipped me onto my stomach, taking me from behind.
He pinned me to the bed, just as I’d dreamed, just as I’d yearned for the last three months.
Wes took me, no longer hesitant or careful or controlled.
He contorted my body exactly as he wanted it, fucking me with every ounce of his plutonian intensity he kept brewing beneath the surface. His words from earlier played through my mind on repeat.
It is because I feel so strongly…
I was a vessel for his pleasure, his willing prey. My back was to his chest, his arms holding me up as he plunged deep inside me and bit on the fleshy part of my shoulder until I screamed.
“I really like that noise, baby,” he said. He removed my gag. “Do it again for me.”
He bit the other side, and I complied. He hadn’t given me a choice. His chuckle vibrated against my sore skin, and his lips brushed the newly formed bruise with gentle care.
“In case the collar doesn’t make my claim on you clear enough,” he growled into my ear. “Just being thorough.”
“Fine by me,” I said, my voice a breathless rasp.
Wes kissed my temple before pushing me back down onto the bed and turning me on my back.
He shoved my wrists above my head, and this time when he placed his hand around my throat, he gave the sides a gentle squeeze, just enough to send my high to new heights, to make me feel like my life was in his hands.
It was in his hands.
The corners of my lips tipped up, and Wes’s eyes widened slightly. He cursed, and his whole body trembled as he fell over the edge, his cock twitching as warmth spilled inside me.
We both caught our breath, chests rising and falling as one. He kissed me gently, briefly, before easing out. He reached between my legs with two fingers before painting my lips with our cum.
“Taste us, baby,” he said.
I sucked his fingers.
“Next time, I’m coming down your throat.”