“Going for the ball gag,” he warned, walking around and looking at her face.
“As you wish, but I think you’ll want to hear me.” She wrapped her legs around him, her hot, wet * encasing his cock.
He gripped her hair and pulled her head back, pressing himself against her core. “I say when. I say how.”
“Sir, yes, sir. Would now be a good moment for you, sir?”
He’d had many women tied up for him. Not a single one had rocked his world the way Elle did it. Giving herself to him yet never losing her spunk.
“How badly do you want me?”
Her whole body stiffened as she tried to lift herself and force him to penetrate her. “Badly.”
He hooked his elbows under her knees, breaking the grip she had on him. “Next time, I’ll tie your legs too.”
“Promises, promises,” she said, a teasing smile on her face.
Uncomfortable with that level of intimacy, he surged balls-deep inside her, slamming against her full force, his mind almost blowing at the intense sensation.
She gasped, clamping around him and he froze, lifting his gaze to her. With the blindfold on, he couldn’t read her eyes.
Before he could say anything, she pressed herself against him. “Don’t stop. You surprised me, but I liked it. You didn’t hurt me.”
Jesus fucking Christ. She was perfect for him.
Slowly, he withdrew from her until his crown was just kissing her damp folds. Then, putting all his weight behind his thrust, he plunged to her depths. She cried out, throwing her head back and bowing her body, but not away from him. Toward him.
“More,” she let out in a shudder. “Harder.”
He could do nothing but oblige. Giving her more, watching, enthralled, as she took all of him until she exploded, her * squeezing him so tight he was a split second from coming.
He ground his pelvis over her throbbing clit and took off her blindfold. He needed to watch her, and needed her to watch him.
“You do it for me, pet,” he said, trying to hold on to the last shred of control.
Her smirk was all sass as her inner muscles clamped around his erection. “I can tell.”
“No. You don’t get it. You really do it for me.” At all levels.
“Really?” She stilled. “I thought you didn’t like abrasive women.”
“I don’t, but I like you.” Which was an understatement if there was ever one. He really, really, liked her. All of her. Even when she was being a pain in his ass and confrontational and giving him hell, which it was most of the time, he found himself with a smile on his lips. When she was being sweet to him and offering him her body, trusting him with it, it just blew his mind. And something else too, because every inch of her tugged at his heart.
She licked her dry lips. “And yet you are going to walk out on me once this situation with Maldonado is over.”
“Yes, I will. It’s exactly because I like you that I will leave.”
She looked puzzled, then hurt, but she covered it fast. “You are going to miss out on a lot, Borg. And I’m not talking only about sex.”
Vixen.
He didn’t know how to answer to that, so he impaled her again, relishing her ragged moan. From that point on he lost control. He no longer could take the time to push in and out slowly. His rhythm increased, as did the intensity of his plunges. He needed to get deep inside her. Deeper than anybody had ever been. Deeper than anyone would ever be.
His cum was poised at the tip of his cock, ready to blow, his balls so fucking hard they were hurting, but he refused to come. He didn’t want this to finish. He wanted to lose himself in her until he couldn’t remember why it was such a bad idea to be together.
When Elle started coming again, all the choice was stripped from him. It was like the floodgates had opened and his own need rushed out, unstoppable. Undeniable. Holding himself flush against her, he climaxed, filling her with his seed. Then, before he finished, he took himself in hand and spilled the last cum on her *.
“That’s the reason why I won’t use condoms with you,” he said when he could talk again, gliding his cock along her drenched folds. “I want my cum in and on you. I want you to know that as long as you are with me, you belong to me.” And he wanted to see it too. He wanted to be able to remember it.
“Cum washes off, Borg. There are other more effective ways of getting a woman to belong to you. Like imprinting yourself in her soul. That doesn’t wash off.”