she meant exactly what she said, sex had never been so good—not ever. More, he was in her mind, and she was in the same unfamiliar paradise he was in.
“You were born to be mine, Scarlet.” He pushed that idea into her mind. That was being a bastard and maybe outside the rules he’d set for himself, but for him, it was the absolute truth. She had to hear that in his voice.
He was there. He angled his body again so she had to take more of him. Heard her gasp. She didn’t think she could take more. He adjusted her again and then he was balls deep, his abs right against that wall of slick hot heat and snug in her tunnel of scorching silk. He could feel her heart pounding through his cock. He waited a heartbeat. Another. Giving her body a moment to adjust to him.
“Say it for me, so I know you’re with me. I’m going to fuck you hard, baby, now that I know you can take me. Say you know you’re mine and this is what you want. I need to hear it in your voice.” He was giving her one more opportunity to back out because, God help them both, he wasn’t going to be able to let her go if she was as perfect as he believed her to be for him.
“Please, Absinthe, fuck me as hard as you can. I totally was born to be yours. I know I was.” Her breath might have hitched, but the truth was there, as raw as her begging.
He withdrew his cock to the very opening of her slit, feeling the cool air on his shaft, and then he slammed home, the tight grasp of her body making his blood sing. He set a brutal rhythm. Fast. Hard. Deep. Every surge and thrust as he pounded into her set her breasts rocking hard. He loved that. Loved to watch them dance to that vicious pace he set.
“Put your hands on your breasts, Scarlet. Cup them first, from underneath, and then knead them the way I did, hard. I want you to feel it all the way to your pussy. I’ll know.” And he would. She would get wetter, surrounding him with her hot liquid, adding to the scorching heat of her silken grip on his cock. “Pinch your nipples. Have you ever worn clamps?”
She shook her head, but when her gaze jumped to his there was curiosity there.
“Pinch them hard as if you were wearing clamps for me.”
He hadn’t meant to do it, but his voice had gone completely sensual, all command. Her hands immediately were on her breasts, squeezing and massaging. Her fingers went to nipples, a little hesitant at first as if she didn’t know quite what to do, but then more aggressively. His cock swelled impossibly at the erotic sight and he pounded into her even harder, finding himself nearly out of control.
Her breathing changed. Her body coiled tighter and tighter. He knew if she went over, she would take him with her, but he couldn’t stop himself. That had never once happened to him. Not one single time. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her eyes widened, stared into his in dazed confusion. He felt her body clamp down viciously. So fucking hot. A vise of pure ecstasy that felt like a cross between a thousand rasping tongues dragging over his cock and a thousand milking fingers grasping and pulling until his seed exploded out of him like a raging volcano, coating the walls of her channel, heating them even more.
He simply collapsed over the top of her, letting her take his weight, burying his face in her shoulder, her soft breasts pressing into his chest. The movement sent ripples through her body as another orgasm rushed through her. He got the benefits as her body clamped down on him again and they rode the wave out together.
He turned his head into her neck and nuzzled, then bit gently, suckled, deliberately leaving a light strawberry like some ridiculous schoolboy. Just that little action sent a rush of liquid heat surrounding his cock. She was that responsive to him. He could imagine the fun they would have together, the days and nights of play. The times they would be at the parties and he would be able to command her. Just thinking about it had his well-sated cock twitching in her.
Scarlet began to breathe very shallowly so he rolled over onto