Wreck Me - Page 203

“You know. Tell me. Everything would be correct.”

“Your woman?”

“Definitely.”

“Your heart.”

“Absolutely.”

“Your world.”

“Correct.”

“Your life.”

“Facts. Now, what’s the one word to summarize it all?” he asks, pushing himself to the hilt inside of me and staying there. It feels so good I fall apart.

“Your everything,” I moan, coming so hard my body shakes uncontrollably.

He buries his head in my neck, caressing my side as my body calms down.

“That was so intense,” I whisper, kissing his neck and wrapping my arms around his back.

In response, he kisses my mouth, then places soft kisses on my nipples. Rolling me on my stomach, he trails his lips down my spine and positions me on all fours.

“Grip the headboard. I need this…”

I do that, readying myself for a hard fuck. A tremor of anticipation travels down my spine. He thrusts back inside of me. The all-consuming pleasure makes me lose my mind. Full, stretched, and brimming with him—it’s so much that I bite into the pillow and scratch at the sheet. Stars dance in my vision when my third orgasm stirs to life.

He slaps my ass cheek, then the other.

“Fucking perfect with my hand prints all over your ass, fucking you hard enough that you’ll feel me for days.”

I’m so wet, and the squelching sounds ring louder every time his hips meet my ass.

“You’re gushing.”

“Is it bad?”

“It’s fucking incredible.”

His finger finds my clit, and everything else disappears as he brings me to another shattering orgasm. I fall, spent, but he gets behind me. Pushing my leg over his thigh, he fucks me from the side.

I giggle. “What has gotten into you? Not that I’m complaining.”

He slaps my pussy. “Take it because I’m not done with you. I won’t ever be done with you.”

Bucking and writhing, I am a needy and greedy wanton mess.

“I could tie you down,” he says seeking my eyes and waiting.

I could say no or let him do what he has been doing: healing me.

“You could.”

If there is someone who could make something good out of that awful experience, it’s him. I don’t want what happened to have a hold on me any longer.

“Give me back my control. Give me back what I lost.”