The look on his face as his eyes rake over me has me biting my lip to hold back a smile. He wants me all over again, just as much as I want him.
“I understand,” I tell him. He’s standing over me, still naked with his cock pointing straight at me. I lick my lips, reaching for it.
“Angel,” he chides me, right before I make contact. It’s a warning. And a promise.
He jerks against my hand, groaning at the contact. I watch as a small drop of cum leaks out. I lean forward, and his hand slides into my hair, gripping me in a tight hold. He tilts my head back and makes me look up at him. His breathing is hard as his chest heaves. I love that I’m making him like this. I bet a man like him isn’t used to not being in control. It’s probably driving him crazy. I’m the reason for all of this, and it feels powerful.
“Lick that up, Thea. You made me do it.”
My core clenches as I do as he says. I lick the pearly drop off, but I want more. I try to stick my tongue in the little hole to get as much as possible, and another appears. I press my lips to the tip and suck it off, humming at his flavor.
He tightens his grip on my shoulders, and then I’m flat on my back. He looms over me as he pushes my thighs apart with his knees. Then, with one hard thrust, his cock is inside me and I’m beyond full. It’s not painful, but there’s an ache to his weight inside me, and I moan at the sensation. His thick, heavy cock throbs as it enters, and my body tries to hold all of him as far as he can go. It’s delicious. I’m still a little sore from the night before, but the pleasure is so much more powerful.
“You’re going to have to learn, angel,” he grunts, pulling out and thrusting fully back inside me. “You stole a taste. Until my baby is in your belly, all my cum goes into this cunt that now belongs to me. Every. Single. Drop.” He thrusts with each word.
I lean my head back, my eyes falling closed. I love this feeling of ownership he has over me. My body is alight with sensations and I can’t focus. Every inch of me is pulsing with need only he can satisfy.
“Eyes, angel. Give me those eyes that drive me fucking crazy.” I open my eyes and look at him. It takes everything in me to keep my eyes locked on his. They want to fall closed so bad. But he’s right. Looking at him like this while he makes love to me amplifies it a thousand-fold. I’ve never been more connected to someone in my life.
His words of possession should make me mad, but I feel myself grip his cock harder inside me, wanting the words that he’s saying to be true. That everything he’s offering me on a gilded platter is real. And even if it’s too good to be true, I’m not sure I want to break the spell.
His mouth comes down, sucking and biting at my neck. “Look what you do to me. I have no control,” he groans against my skin. “You touch me and I’m on you. I can’t help myself.” His words always come out like he doesn’t understand how this could be happening.
I feel the same way with him. Look at the way I’ve behaved with him. I’ve let him have his way with me from the second he saw me without putting up a fight. I think I’d do anything he asked of me at this point. But I don’t tell him this. He already has too much power over me and I haven’t even been in his home more than twenty-four hours.
“Angel. Have mercy on me and cum. I can’t hold on much longer with the taste of you still in my mouth from the shower.” Then he bites me right on my neck.
The pleasure and pain mix together and I come undone, doing as he begs me. I scream out his name as he grunts over and over. He moves on top of me as his warm release fills my body and I pulse around him. My orgasm moves from my core to my fingertips and it’s like a wave pulling me under.
He gives one final thrust as I try to catch my breath, and his body goes lax on top of mine. We lie there for I don’t know how long, but finally he looks into my eyes. I can’t read his expression, but he leans down and gives me one of those slow, soft kisses that he’s a master of.
He slips from my body and lets out a sigh of complaint at the loss. He moves down my body and rests his head for a moment on my chest like he’s trying to get himself together. Eventually he stands.
“We ruined your breakfast,” he says, and I glance beside us. Everything is still on the tray, but it’s all mushed together. He grabs my hands and helps me sit up. “I’ll have something else made for you. Do you want to take it in the kitchen?” I nod. I don’t want to stay in the room all day while he works.
“I’ll take care of it.” He kisses the top of my head and disappears into the closet. When he comes out a little later, he’s dressed in a suit like every other time I’ve seen him. He goes into the bathroom, and when he comes back out his hair is fixed and he doesn’t look like he just made love to me.