Tame Me (Broken Heroes 5)

I can see Sophie tiring out, but I’m not going to stop until she comes again. I want to feel her milk my cock, feel her tightness squeeze every inch of life out of me.

“Come for me, baby. I won’t stop fucking you until you come again. Make that pretty pussy squeeze my cock. Milk me. Take from me.” My words work like magic. After three more thrust, I can feel her come again. I smirk, kissing her hard, biting at her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

Her pussy clamps down on me, her sweet cream gushing out, and running down onto my cock before hitting my balls. Her nails claw at my back, and when she leans into me and sinks her teeth into my shoulder the entire world goes black.

My balls tighten and an electric current zings through me, as sticky hot come fills her pussy to brim. I can feel it like liquid lava as it fills every empty space inside her with me.

My orgasm doesn’t just hit me, it fucking destroys me. I come so hard that I completely black out for a moment. I feel like I’ve left my body, like I’ve finally met death, and my soul is floating around in the universe. I feel nothing but absolute bliss before I come crashing back down to earth with the intensity of a shooting star.

My knees buckle and my entire body goes weak. I turn us around placing my back against the wall. Then I slide down and sit my ass on the cold floor. I keep Sophie’s naked body against my chest, while she remains straddling me, her face buried in my neck, my softening cock still inside of her.

Fuck.

Sex has never felt like this before. Fuck, I don’t even know if you can call what we just did sex. The word seems too simple for what I’ve just experienced. We fucking ascended to some higher level of love making.

Brushing a couple of dark strands from Sophie’s face I peer down at her.

“Did I hurt you?” I almost cringe at the way my voice sounds. I’ve never cared about hurting a woman before or asking if they got off. That’s not my problem, but with Sophie every single inch of her belongs to me. She is mine to take care of, mine to cherish, mine to…the word sits on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t know if I’m ready to admit it to myself yet.

“I don’t…I don’t think so…but I am sore.” She answers bashfully, still a little out of breath. Sore means she’ll feel me for a few days, which is exactly how I want her…I want her to remember who was there, who claimed her and make her quake with need every time her thighs rub together.

“I’m not going to let you go again, you realize that, right? I meant what I said earlier. Now more than ever. You’re mine.” After what we just did, I know I’ll never have sex with another woman. Sophie is it for me. Forever. She just ruined me for all other women but I think the best part is that I don’t give a shit. It was worth it.

“Does that mean we’re a couple?” She questions with a big yawn. My heart starts to beat out of my chest. I’ve never dated, like ever, not when I was a teenager and not ever as an adult.

Dating means commitment, and that’s just something I’ve always avoided, but with her everything is flipped upside down.

“It means whatever you want it to mean.” The words sound harsh but I’m not sure I’m ready to put a label on us. My response causes her to sit up in my arms, her eyes roaming over my face as if she’s looking for a deeper answer.

“I want to be yours and you be mine. I don’t want to have to share you.” She looks like she might cry and there’s no way in fucking hell I’m letting that happen.

Gripping her by the chin I stare into her big blue orbs as I speak. “There will be no sharing, Sophie. I won’t share you, not with anyone. I don’t want to be with another women…I only want to be with you.”

So much for not putting a label on it…but I suppose her breaking my heart will hurt far less than seeing her with someone else. She is mine, let others know she’s mine.

And she is mine, every single fucking inch of her.

Chapter Ten

Sophie

Two days have passed since Roman told me he was never going to let me go, since he told me that I’m his. His words have been running through my mind on replay non-stop and I try to remember them even more when he has one of his mood swings. His moods are so unpredictable, I never know which side of him I’m going to get, and if I’m being honest, it terrifies me.