Sinful

He rams three fingers inside me, stretching my wetness. “Please, what?”

I can’t say it. I can’t.

His dark blue eyes sear into my soul. “Don’t make me the villain here, love. You want my cock inside you. Just say it.”

He pumps me again until I’m shuddering, arching my back.

“Romain,” I gasp.

“Tell me.” His eyes are wild with lust when I stare back into them.

“I want your cock inside me.”

He sighs, a devious smile tainting his lips. “I’m going to rip you in half.”

The hot tip of his cock is at my entrance as he bends down to claim my mouth. I mewl into his kiss, desperate for more. Like a needy whore, I angle myself up to meet him, wrapping my legs around him. He jacks his hips, teasing me, and then slams into me in one hard thrust. After that, he doesn’t give me any respite. He fills me completely and then pulls back, only to punch his cock into me again and again until I can’t catch my breath.

Each stroke is torture. Every thrust breaks me apart.

I tear at his hair and claw at his shirted back. I scream his name until the raging pleasure between my legs takes over every part of me.

“Tell. Me. You’re. Mine,” he growls, ramming home with every word.

“I’m yours,” I say, breathless and boneless, falling into the abyss between the spaces of our breaths. I let out a moan as every tremble intensifies and explodes, leaving me a hot mess…untiltomorrow.

When he finally comes too with a pained groan, I feel his release, hot and plenty, empty into me. His eyes lock onto mine, his soul exposed for all to see. Only his words chill me to the bone, but I’m too exhausted, too broken to fight him.

“There’s no way you’re leaving me. Tell me you’ll never leave me again. Say it.”

I close my eyes, blocking out everything. “I’ll never leave you again,” it comes out barely, in less than a whisper.

Tomorrow I’ll pretend I never said it at all.