Everything for Her(49)

“Mallory,” he moans against my neck, and thrusts his cock into my hand.

“Oz. I need you,” I whisper, his lips kissing me below my ear.

“What do you need, baby?” His voice is sleepy but deep and filled with sex.

As I grip him tighter, he shudders beside me. “You. I want you, Oz. Please.”

“Be careful what you ask for. Because if I have you, I won’t stop.”

The threat in his voice sends a thrill of excitement though me, and makes me desire him more. It should be impossible to be this turned on, but lust is raging through me, and I’m unable to quiet it.

“Don’t stop. Please.”

He grunts and kisses down my neck, moving his big body over mine. In the dark, I can’t see anything, but it heightens my passion. Making me aware of every little detail beyond sight. He works his way down my chest, and his cock slips from my hand. I miss holding it, but the warm slick heat of his mouth is driving me crazy.

His body moves between my legs and he knees my thighs apart. He’s rough as he does it, and I like that he isn’t being delicate. It’s not painful; it’s the complete opposite. It’s as if he’s taking what he wants, and the thrill of his possession is intoxicating. The weight of him on me, with his stomach against my pussy and his mouth on my breast, is overwhelming. My nipple is sucked into his mouth, and my back nearly comes off the bed to follow the sensation. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and my body arches to get closer to the warm heat.

He releases my nipple with a pop, and I cry out at the loss.

“I’m going to do so many things to your body, baby. Lie here and let me love you and give you what you need. Let me own every inch of you.”

I grab his hair, gripping the wavy locks between my fingers. I tighten them in it as he returns to my nipple, sucking it into his mouth again. He licks me, then bites a little. The sensation forces me to take in a sharp breath, and I moan his name. His mouth tortures me, going back and forth between breasts, making sure each has equal attention.

“Slow down,” he whispers, and I don’t know if he’s talking to me, to himself, or to time.

I want this to last forever, but I also want more.

Oz moves down farther, kissing my belly along the way. He pauses there to kiss my sides and across my belly button. The wet heat on one hip makes me moan as he moves to the other, tasting me there.

“So soft. So fucking perfect.” His voice is gruff, making goose bumps scatter across my skin. “You’re mine now, Mallory. I’m going to make you cling to me until there’s never a question of who you belong to.”

His hands push my thighs open farther, and I’m a little grateful it’s dark in here. I can’t see what he’s doing, and he can’t see my blush as he places a kiss over my panty-covered pussy.

“I can’t keep my mouth off you,” he says, repeating the action.

This time when he kisses my pussy, his mouth opens over the material and the warm wetness seeps through my panties.

“I can taste your sweetness on them. You’re so wet you’ve soaked through. It’s all for me, isn’t it? Every inch of you is just for me.” The possessiveness is thick in his voice.

I raise my hips, wanting his mouth again, but he doesn’t give it to me. Instead, he reaches up to the front of my underwear, grabbing the waistband and giving it a firm tug. The lacy material gives way, and he tears them off me. The aggressive move heightens my arousal. Cool air hits my pussy, but I’m quickly warmed when he covers my tender, wet flesh with his mouth.

“Oz!” I shout, as slick heat rolls across my clit, circling it and giving it pressure. The sensation is unlike anything I could’ve ever imagined, and I spread my legs wider giving him as much of me as he wants.

He slides his thick fingers up my thigh and penetrates me as he bites down softly on my tiny nub. The pinch of pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure makes me dizzy with lust.

Hot breath tickles my pussy as his fingers curl upward inside me, rubbing some perfect place that has me mewling with need. The intensity of the touch is indescribable, and Oz holds me down as he pulls the pleasure out of me.

“So sticky sweet,” he says, and I can hear how wet I am.

My face burns from the blush, but I’m so far gone I don’t care. I’m lifting my hips and begging him to put his mouth on me. Embarrassment has left the bed.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to do this with my cock. I’m going to own you, Mallory. Every inch of me is going mark every inch of you.”

He thrusts his fingers in and out of my wet channel, and my thighs shake. This is pleasure unlike any I’ve ever known, and I never want him to stop.