“This isn’t about what you think you want. That’s over. I’ll give you everything your body wants, and more. It’s in my control now. Don’t make me tell you twice. Grab the headboard, and don’t let go. If you do, you don’t get to come.”
Her eyes go wide, and I hold myself still to see if she does as I order. I push my thumb further in her mouth, gliding it against her tongue. Then I see the acceptance in her eyes. She puts her hands above her head and holds on like I instructed. It feels like I’ve won a fucking war. She closes her lips around my thumb, sucking it like her * is ravenously eating up my cock. I thrust in and out of her. Each lunge is harder than the last, her body unable to do anything but take it. Her breasts sway with the force of my thrusts. I lean down and use my free hand to guide one of her breasts into my mouth. The hard, plump nipple puckers even more under my tongue as I play with it before sucking it and as much of her tit as I can in my mouth. Her skin is a sweet honey taste with the saltiness of her body’s exhaustion added into the mix.
“You’re going to take everything I give you, Katie, and you’re going to fucking beg for more, aren’t you?”
“Hunter…”
She hasn’t given me the words I want yet, so I change the angles of my thrusts as I bite down on her nipple. She screams out in reply, her hands relaxing off the bed and starting to make their way to me before stopping and going back to their previous hold. I look at her eyes and she’s watching me.
“Give me what I want, Katie.”
She swallows hard. My thumb moves down to slide over her lip. My thrusts slow into a softer, loving movement. Maybe I read her wrong. Maybe I…
“Fuck me, Hunter.”
Something clicks into place. This is different from our one night together. This is new territory. This makes her special, a part of me. I don’t know if she grasps that. Knowing Katie, she may fight it, but I’m not planning on letting her go. The mess with Skull and her sister, we’ll work out when we get back to Kentucky.
“Hold on, sweetness,” I tell her, my hand going down to her * and finding her clit. I focus my attention on it while fucking her hard. As hard as I slam into her body, she still manages to thrust up to meet me, wanting more. “That’s it, baby. Take it all,” I groan. I can feel my cock swelling inside of her, but I can’t let myself come, not yet. I pinch her clit with my fingers before working the swollen nub harder.
“Hunter! Oh fuck, I’m going to come!” she cries.
“That’s it, sweetness. I love it when you come all over my cock. I can feel the way your sweet cream bathes me, running down my shaft. It’s so fucking hot. Who owns your body now, Katie? Who does your * belong to?” I growl, my thrusts getting rougher and more demanding, still working her clit and not allowing her to come down.
“Hunter!” she cries, and I can hear the fear in her voice. I can’t allow her to run.
“I own your *, Katie. I own your orgasms and all of your pleasure. It’s mine to give you. Tell me. Give me the words.” I order, while at the same time using my hand to pull up on her hip to hit that spot that she needs fucked the hardest. I know the minute I hit my target because her body comes apart in my hands. Her forceful thrusts are erratic and out of control. Her body pushes almost completely off the bed while her hands come to my shoulders and her nails claw into me. I would punish her for that, but her next words soothe me.
“It’s yours, Hunter. It’s all yours!” she screams, coming again. She pulls me over the edge with her, and the nails biting into my back only make me harder. My cum rockets inside of her, and I hiss as her nails draw blood.
I love it. I love how wild she gets, but next time, I’m tying her to the fucking bed. That thought makes my cock, which had just emptied inside of her with one of the best fucking orgasms I ever had, already begin to harden again.
It’s going to be a long night.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “What just happened?”
Torch is behind me, his arm thrown around my waist. He tries to pull me further against him, even if that’s not physically possible. He kisses the side of my neck, moving up to my ear before kissing the shell. “You just gave yourself to me,” he says, and the combination of his beard raking against my sensitive neck and his warm breath tries to bring my body back to life.
“We need to clarify that,” I tell him, but I don’t sound confident. Instead, my words end in a moan as his teeth rake against my shoulder and he bites me gently, lovingly.
Jesus. I like everything he does to me.
“Okay. I’ll clarify,” he says. “You gave me your body. I’m taking it. I’m taking it as often and in any way I want. There. We’ve clarified.”
“That’s a little wide-open for my tastes,” I reply. “Especially considering our circumstances and, well, your past proclivities.”
“Proclivities?”
I look over my shoulder at him to find his smiling face, his hair sexily tousled, and his eyes shining with something new, something different. I don’t know what, but it’s a damned good look on him.
“Hello? Man-whore, anyone?”