I cried out loudly, thankful we were alone, because no doubt if anyone would have been in the house, they would’ve heard.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “So fucking hot.” He smoothed his hand over my flesh, easing the sting away. He looked into my eyes when he spanked me again. My mouth opened on its own as I sucked in a gasp. Blood rushed to the surface of the erotically abused area.
I wanted more.
And with this spanking, every time he brought his palm down on my ass, I watched him unravel even more. Wilder alternated between the cheeks, staring into my face the entire time.
“Does it surprise you that you like this, baby?”
“God, yes. Don’t stop.”
He hummed in approval and kept smoothing his hands over the globes, squeezing them intermittently, spanking them back and forth, those flashes of heat and pain, pleasure and ecstasy, building that climax in me all over again. And when he pressed his hips forward, so I felt the rock-hard, hot length of him settle between my legs again, a groan spilled from me. His cock felt so hot, velvet over steel, his pre-cum spilling from the tip and searing my flesh in the best of ways. I wanted that thickness deep inside my body. I clenched in need for it.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Zoey. So. Hard.” He clenched the mounds of my ass so tightly I gasped. “Zoey, I’m gonna say this even, if I shouldn’t.” I looked over my shoulder at him and stared right in his eyes, seeing his expression. It was dangerous and… possessive. “Once my cock is in you, I won’t stop. I can’t. You’ll be mine in all ways.”
I swallowed, hearing the truth in those words.
He moved his hand between our bodies, his knuckles brushing along my sensitive, soaked folds. And as he stared at me face, held my gaze with his, I felt him position the thick, bulbous head of his erection at the entrance of me. Everything in me stilled as I waited for this one moment.
Wilder held very still, not thrusting into me. I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t beg for it. My pulse pounded in my ears, sweat started to dot my body, and I waited, let him lead the way, make his move.
Seal this forever.
With his cockhead nudging at the entrance of my pussy, his hands on my hips, and his nails gently digging into my flesh, I knew one thing for certain.
There was no going back from this.
And nothing had sounded more perfect.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Zoey
I held my breath as I felt Wilder start to push his cock into me. My mouth parted on its own as he thrust shallowly, working his length through my slick folds.
“Fuck,” he gritted, baring his teeth. I glanced over my shoulders to look into his face. “You’re so fucking tight.” He clenched his eyes shut for a second before opening them, and I saw liquid fire burning in their depths. “Relax, baby,” he groaned. “I need you to take all of me. I need to be in to the hilt in this tight cunt.” He exhaled and tried to do what he said, but he was so big and thick, long. “That’s it,” he praised when I started to relax. “Let me all the way in.” He pushed into me some more, those massive inches stretching me wide. The pain was there, but God did it feel incredible. He held his upper body up above me by placing his hands on the mattress beside my head, his forearms locked tight.
The look on his face. The way he stared at me. The way he fucked me… it was pure ownership.
The pain of being stretched by his size had my eyes watering, but that discomfort morphed into pleasure with each passing second. The clench of my inner muscles around his dick had a gasp leaving me and a grunt spilling from him.
“So. Wet.”
God, I was. I was soaked, but he was so big that it was hard trying to fit all of that cock into me.
“So primed for me and this big cock.”
Yes.
He pulled out and pushed in, shallow thrusts, covering his dick with my wetness so the penetration was easier. I gasped and moaned; he grunted and groaned. And when he was all the way in, he cursed loudly. I rested my forehead on the mattress and breathed out.
“You feel me, feel how much I’m in you, baby?”
I could only nod.
With him all way inside me, he stilled, and I knew it was to let me get used to his size, his depth. His balls were pressed right up against my clit, the heavy weight substantial. I bit my lip hard enough I tasted blood, and that in turn caused my pussy to clamp down on his dick.
“Oh. Fuck.” Those two words sounded feral, carnal as he groaned them. Those words, the tenor of his voice, speared into my body and created this delicious vibration that went straight to my clit. I gasped as my pussy clenched again. “Christ.” He slid his hand up the center of my back, gripped the nape of my neck, and tightened his hold ever so slightly, pulling my head back and baring my throat. “I’m going to fuck you so damn hard, Zoey. So fucking hard.” He pulled out a little and shoved back in as if to make his point. “You’ll know who you belong to,” he said so low I didn’t know if I heard him correctly.