I weaved my fingers through his hair. The smell of his cologne, now familiar, comforting me, putting me at ease, and turning me on all at the same time. His soft lips licked, kissed, and teased my neck. “Do you like this?”
I whimpered, “Yes.”
“You want more?”
“Please.”
“Please?” He nipped at my lip and rose. “I should have pity, but my cock is upset.”
I widened my eyes. “What did I do to it?”
“You made us wait for too long.”
“Saint, I’ve been trying to fuck you since I got here. You’re the one that started with the ultimatums.”
“And what about this past year? Not answering my phone calls—”
“Clearly, I’m going to change. We’re. . .”
“Say it.”
“Different.”
He shook his head. “No. Say it, Ivy.”
I swallowed. “We’re together.”
A wicked grin spread across his handsome face. “My cock wants to make sure you will behave this new year.”
“I will.”
“Hmmm.” He stroked the long length, teasing me even more.
“Please.”
With his free hand, he trailed his fingers along my stomach. I moved his hand away. He shoved my fingers back and returned to the softness of my stomach. “I touch what I want. Do you know why?”
I grinned. “Because I’m yours.”
“That’s right.” He slipped his fingers down to my sex and danced the tips along my throbbing clitoris. “You’re so wet.”
I moaned.
He drew circles along the bud. “I love to hear you moan.”
I trembled under him.
He moved his hand from my pussy, raised it to his mouth, and licked the finger.
As I watched him suck on my juices, my body hummed.
He gave me a wicked grin. “Are you going to moan for me all night?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm.” He took his other hand and tenderly wrapped it around my neck. Of course, he didn’t choke me. It was a tender hold around my neck, but possessive and dominating.
I gasped.
With his other hand, he positioned his hard cock at the opening of my pussy. My body vibrated with need. His voice grew rough as if he were barely able to control himself. “You’re mine. There won’t be any other men nicknamed after colors.”
“No more.”
That hand stayed on my neck. The other stroked his length and then spread my legs wide open. There, my pussy lay bare in front of him. I was so exposed and unable to hide. I shivered under his gaze.
The hunger in his eyes intensified. “This pussy is mine.”
“It is.”
His next words were raw, animalistic, and held a sharpened edge. “You answer when I call.”
“Always.” I cleared my throat. “And you get rid of the flirting stylist.”
He grinned and thrust his cock into me, parting my sensitive folds.
“Ah!” I raised my hips.
He still kept his hand tenderly around my throat as he went deeper into me. Balls deep. I rocked, loving being full of him.
I moaned, “Saint.”
His strokes went at a faster pace. I did my best to match him, relishing in the delicious feel of his cock in my pussy. The couch rocked with his rhythm. The air crackled around. Harder and faster. He gave me no relief. That hand on my neck kept me in place. His other hand gripped the couch as if giving him the foundation to fuck me even deeper.
My lids drooped heavy over my eyes. And all I could do was take it.Saint knew my body like no other man. He ground his cock into me, pushing forward and then pulling back. In seconds, he found my spot, but then he was the first man to ever show me that I had one. With his cock, he stroked that spot over and over, never letting up, even when I moaned so loud my voice went hoarse.
And it didn’t just feel good. It blew my mind. Collapsed my senses. Had me rethinking all my life choices that didn’t involve him. My pussy throbbed.
Fuck!
The pressure of his hand on my throat made me dizzy. I felt dominated over and completely loved it. Needed it. With him in control, my fears unraveled into nothing. My sorrows of the past shattered. I let go, released it all, and gave him more control.
Fucking me, a low groan left his lips. He tightened his hand around my throat, triggering a surge of pleasure to flood my body.
Blazing hot bliss rippled down my body from my head to my toes.
“That’s right. Now, you know.” He moved his cock in and out of me with rhythmic thrusts.
“Ah!” I dug my fingers into the couch cushions. A heart-trembling sensation built in every fiber of my body. I became consumed in passion. He slowed his pace, luring new erotic vibrations to flow through me.
With every stroke, I shoved further over the edge of reality and ecstasy. With every thrust, my hunger rose, yearning, craving, desiring even more.
He grunted. “You love me?”
I whimpered, “Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
My body trembled. “God, yes.”
And then he plunged that hard cock deeper into me, bucking his hips. I writhed and rocked with him. We moved as one. Fucking and panting. Pumping and rocking.