43 Lindsey
Lindsey
MY BODY IS WRECKED in the best way, and Dane’s giant dick hasn’t even split me in two yet. He kisses me again, the taste of my cum now on my lips. I moan into his mouth, hands still bound and nipples still in the suction cups he put on them.
I thought my orgasms couldn’t get better after the last one I had on his lap a couple of weeks ago, but I was wrong. Now I’m wondering if each one will top the one before. I smile against his lips, and he pulls back.
“What?” his questions.
I shake my head. “Nothing, just—happy, Sir.”
His hazel eyes are dark with need before he nips at my lips then kisses down my neck. I want to put my fingers in his hair and bring him back, but all I can do is strain against the cuffs.
He sucks on my pulse point then shifts to my breasts. My gaze follows his actions as he gently starts to unscrew one of the suction cups.
I hiss as the blood travels through the once-suctioned skin, the sensation of pins and needles spreading through my breast. Sir studies my reaction carefully, and when he sees I’m okay, he brings his lips down and runs his tongue over the suction lines before sucking my nipple into his mouth.
I moan, wrists straining again, his beard tickling my flesh as he works all the sensation back into my breast. When he’s done, he does the other one, and a fresh wave of arousal wets my pussy.
I didn’t know it was possible so soon, especially after I squirted—another thing I didn’t think I was capable of.
I’ve read about it online and wondered, but thought only some women could do it.
But with Dane, I’m starting to see that anything is possible, especially when it comes to the things he can make my body feel and do.
With the suction cups now gone, he brushes his hand over my nipples, and I hiss. The bastard smirks before his fingers trail up my arms and over my armpits. I squirm and buck, but he only laughs, the vibration of it going straight to my overly sensitive clit.
He undoes the leather cuff on my right wrist, then my left. He checks my skin and kisses the inside of each wrist on my pulse point before he checks in with me.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Perfect,” I reply, even if my arms feel a bit like noodles.
Dane shifts off me, but before I can wonder where he’s going, he lies beside me on the mattress and tugs my body into him, pulling my leg over his so my center is lined up against his cock.
It’s hot and long, and the wetness of his pre-cum stains my skin. If I wasn’t so desperate to feel him inside me, I’d ask if I could use my mouth to tease him. But I need him, more than I think I’ve needed anything in my life.
His strong palm grips my outer thigh, and he thrusts his hips up so his shaft slides over my slit.
When I moan, he captures it with his mouth, his tongue sliding along mine as we start a now-familiar dance.
He sucks and licks, and I grip his shoulder, allowing him to delve deeper into my mouth.
By the time he pulls away, my lips are swollen, and I’m aching for him. Sir uses his fingers to grasp my chin.
“Do you want me to get a condom?” he asks.
I think he already knows the answer before I say it. I want to feel him. All of him. “No.”
The word sparks something in Dane’s eyes, and a growl leaves his chest. He rolls me back with only the strength a man like him can have and pins me to the mattress, the wide head of his cock prodding at my cunt. His cunt.
“Are you sure?” he asks, a brow raised. “There’s no going back after this, baby. You’ll be mine.” He leans down and bites my lower lip, pulling back as he rolls his hips teasingly against me. “I won’t be able to let you go.”
I bring my hand up, my wrist red from the cuff, and touch the collar on my neck. The silver O-ring is cool beneath my touch. “I thought I already was.”
He pauses, his eyes softening. For a moment, I think I said something wrong, but then his lips are back on mine in a punishing kiss. My chest arches up, sensitive nipples brushing against his hard pecs.
He moans into my mouth, his hips thrusting forward as his tongue massages mine. One of his hands brushes down my side, over my stomach, and moves between us. He positions his cock directly at my entrance, nudging the head inside.
He parts from my lips, our breathing labored. “Tell me who you belong to, Lindsey.”
“You, Sir. I belong to you.”
He smiles wolfishly, pressing the tip of himself just slightly inside, making me whine in need.
“And tell me who this cunt belongs to.” He pushes just a tiny bit farther. “Say my name.”
“You, Dane,” I gasp. “Only you.”
In one smooth thrust, he sheaths himself inside my pussy. My mouth parts in a silent cry as he stretches and fills me. He grunts, his body falling forward so our hips are completely flush with each other and his hands brace on either side of my head.
My fingers dig into his hips to hold him in place as his forehead drops to mine. We both still, the importance of the moment freezing us. Our breathing is the only sound in the room, and after a few moments, he lifts his head. “You feel so good, baby.”
My fingers flex on his hips, and I swallow back the emotion building in my chest. I’ve never felt so full, so on fire from the inside out.
“You do, too,” I murmur.
He brushes a lock of damp hair from my face before his hips slowly start to move back. I gasp, my fingers digging into his skin again.
“Am I hurting you?” he asks.
“No.” I shake my head. “You’re a lot, but I like it.”
His familiar smirk tugs at his lips before he retorts, “Of course you do.”
I pinch his hip, and he growls, a dangerous sound that makes my toes curl. He pulls back, and the sensation of his big dick sliding out of me, the curved tip dragging along my inner walls, has me moaning and lifting my hips up to chase him.
“Sir—” I cry, the last of the word cut off when he pistons his hips forward and thrusts back into me. My body jiggles from the force, and my hands grip his toned ass, holding him to me. “Oh my god!”
“Dane. Call me by my name.”
He pulls back against my hands and thrusts again.
I swear I can feel his dick in my throat, and while it hurts a bit, I like it and only want more.
I dig my blunt nails into his flesh and shift my hips.
He tuts, pinching one of my nipples—a warning to behave—as he pulls out and teases my entrance with the head of his cock.
“Dane,” I whine. “Please.”
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
I suck my lower lip into my mouth and nod. “Yes, I promise.”
He grins and sinks in an inch, then another. My toes curl as he shifts so his lips can brush the crown of my hair before he’s nipping at my earlobe.
“Feel that, Lindsey?” he asks as he pushes in another inch until almost half of him has slid in. “That’s me inside you, where I belong. Filling you up, owning every inch.”
I cry out again as he bottoms out, then sharply thrusts, his chest pressing into mine, our slick bodies hot against each other.
“Yes!” I cry.
He pulls halfway out and pistons in again. My inner walls clench around him, and he grunts. “So fucking tight. So desperate to be full of me, aren’t you?”
“Yes—” He thrusts harder again. “Fuck!”
Dane kisses up my jaw, and his fingers brush my throat before he grips it. “Look at me.”
My eyes snap to his, and a bead of sweat drips down his brow. He touches my collar, taking the O-ring and tugging on it so I feel its weight around my neck.
“You’re going to touch yourself.”
“Y-yes, Dane.”
“Show me how good I make my pretty slut come.”
My pussy clenches, and I almost tell him I don’t need to touch myself to come. His dick is hitting the perfect spot inside me, and he knows exactly what I need.
He ruts into me harder, his thrusts wild, and my back arches off the bed. It takes all my focus to remove my hand from his ass and slide it between us. My fingers find my swollen clit, and Dane seals his lips over mine as I cry out from my touch.
He moans into my mouth, the sound of our skin slapping and the wetness of my pussy only adding to the heat of the moment. He takes me so close to the edge that I begin to see stars forming in my vision. I hold back, my eyes watering from all the sensations.
Dane parts from my lips and tugs again on my collar. “Tell me you’re mine while I’m fucking you, Lindsey.”
“I’m yours.”
“Who’s the only one who gets to fuck you?”
“You, Sir.”
“Who owns this beautiful body?”
“You!” I cry as his dick hits somewhere inside me that makes my solar plexus sing.
“Say my name, baby.”
“You, Dane!”
“That’s right.” He thrusts. “Come. Give me what’s mine.”
The stars behind my eyes explode into galaxies as my second orgasm of the night takes over.
Every nerve in my body ignites, and my hand between us stills, my other gripping onto Dane as he thrusts until I feel him release inside me.
The warmth of him, the fullness I experience as his cum empties into me, is nearly too much.
Tears slip from my closed eyes, and Dane’s lips are buried against my shoulder, sucking the skin as he comes.
I use the last of my strength to clench around his length, and he growls into my neck, biting my skin hard enough that I know there’ll be a mark. Good.
At some point, the heat of his body and the buzzing I feel from my orgasm—along with his cock twitching in my pussy—makes me float to the same space I went the last time I was here.
My muscles are complete and utter jelly, and the hand that was holding on to Dane drops to my side. My whole body is fluttering with aftershocks as Dane kisses up my neck, over his collar, until he’s lifting off me and cupping my face, wiping at my tears.
“Lindsey,” he says quietly. “You still with me?”
My eyes are barely open, but I nod with a sleepy smile. “I’m here.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, but you split me in two.”
He wipes at my wet cheeks with such care that my heart flutters. “Let me put you back together.”
The bed shifts, and I almost pull him back, but I have no strength. I close my eyes and float among the clouds until he returns.
It could have been hours, but I’m sure it was only a minute. I shiver when a warm cloth drags over my body, but when he gets to the space between my legs, my eyes snap open, and I grab his wrist. “Leave it.”
Dane’s hazel gaze is dark and simmering, and I swear I see his softening cock twitch. “Want to say please?” he warns.
“Please, Sir. Dane. Leave it.”
He grins and finishes wiping me off, leaving his cum to drip out of my pussy and onto the blanket. I revel in the feeling of his spend, in the aftershocks of my orgasms, and in the lightness of my body. I know I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but right now, I feel better than I ever have in my life.
After he’s put the washcloth in the bathroom, Dane returns. He has me drink water then checks over my wrists and nipples before he dims the light and finally settles beside me, pulling me into his arms so my head rests in the space between his arm and his chest.
The quiet of the room and the heat of his body begin to lull me into sleep. It isn’t until his lips press to the crown of my head that I look up at him.
His eyes are closed, but I know he’s awake.
There’s a content smile on his lips as his thumb methodically brushes over the skin of my arm.
I study the slope of his nose and the colors of his beard, the handsome lines of his masculine jaw and the subtle age marks on his brow.
It’s a beautiful face. A perfect face. And it’s the face of the man I’m in love with.
“Dane,” I murmur.
His eyes open, and his gaze finds mine, his brow pinching when he sees the serious look on my face. “Are you okay?” he asks.
For a moment, I hesitate, wondering if it’s too soon to say what I’m thinking out loud. But then Dane lifts his other hand and gently hooks his fingers through the O-ring of my collar. The weight of it grounds me like an anchor, and the fear disappears. “I think I love you,” I say.
His fingers still on my collar, and his grip on my arm tightens. The concern on his face fades as his lips tip up at the corners.
“You think you love me, or you know?”
My pulse thuds in my ears. “I know.”
Dane tugs tighter on my collar then moves so our mouths are nearly touching. “Good.” Our noses bump together, and the warmth of his breath ghosts over my lips. “Because I know I love you.”
He seals his mouth over mine and pours the words he spoke into me. I thread my fingers into his beard, and I fall into the feeling of him, letting him pull me close so we’re molded together, our bodies like one.
I don’t know what our future holds. We still have a lot to figure out, obstacles we’ll have to face, starting with telling Kas about us. But this is Dane. This is us. And I know we’ll find a way.