Wreck Me - Page 202

He swallows my release down, groaning low. Seeing what my taste does to him, an aftershock of pleasure skitters down my spine.

“I could drink you all day long and try to satiate my thirst for you all night long. Yet, I’d always want more,” he says, licking his lips before our mouths crash in a hungry and passionate kiss.

After we finish showering, he carries me to my bedroom and gently places me on the bed. He walks to where his discarded jeans are lying at the entrance of the bathroom and plucks out a condom.

“Condom or no condom?”

“No condom.” Because I have tipped over the madness scale.

He grins, and my entire world lights up.

“You wouldn’t care because it’s you and me.”

“I want everything with you.”

“I love you so damn much.”

The sight of his powerful body makes me ravenous. Every inch is sculpted perfection, and with his big cock jutting out, I part my legs, craving him.

With a smirk on his face, he crawls between my spread thighs.

I welcome him—all consuming, all maddening, all mine.

He pushes inside of me, and I lock my arms around his neck, moaning out his name. Nothing feels better than him filling me to the brim and holding me in his arms.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much I want to fuck you until we become one. Hard enough you’ll feel me forever, soft enough you’ll know how I worship you.”

“And you can because I’m yours. Always have been.”

“Always will be,” he finishes.

It sounds like a vow our hearts make while he’s inside of me. He’s so deep, both in my heart and body. I gasp for air.

“So deep…” Feeling the ridges of his cock stroking my walls makes me delirious with want.

“Too deep?”

“I’d take you even deeper if I could.”

“Then take it like the good girl you are when my cock is buried in you.”

I grind my pussy against his groin, craving the stretch and fullness desperately.

“So greedy… my little whore,” he says, voice laced with caution.

That word doesn’t make me flinch or cringe anymore. It lost its power over me. And coming from the man I love, it makes me burn even hotter for him.

He studies my face, then looks me straight in the eyes, gauging my reaction. There’s so much love in them. I’m safe with him. He’s healing me thrust for thrust.

“I love being your little whore.”

“Yes, because you’re only a little whore for me, aren’t you?”

“Oh God. Yes.”

“Do you know what else you are?” he asks, pushing so slowly in and out of me that a flutter rolls down my body.

“What?”