I hold steady for a moment as she digs her nails into my shoulders, her hole so tight I’m not even sure I could move if I wanted to.
“Baby.” I grit out, holding back my release. Nothing has ever felt so perfect and I don’t know if I’ll ever want to leave. We may never make it out into the world again, because my dick is going to be mounted inside her drenched cunt 24/7 if he has his way. “You okay?”
Her cheeks are red, eyes half open, and I give her a few moments before she finally licks her lips on a whisper. “Miller.”
“I want to hear you say my name for the rest of my life.” I kiss her sweet mouth, taking in the whispers of my name over and over as I move with the cadence of her words, her thighs squeezing my hips and releasing as I pump in and out, the desire to drain my balls inside of her becoming unbearable.
The slapping, sucking sound coming from our connection only makes it more erotic. I look down where my cock disappears between her slick pink folds and I slow my movements, mesmerized at how her body takes me in and out over and over until she’s writing and undulating beneath me.
“Miller, I’m so full with you.” She manages as her inner flesh pulses around me, making my balls so desperate to empty I have to bite my cheeks to hold steady.
I want this to go on forever, but the tension building inside of me is nearing the point of no return. I shift back, my hands slipping to grab the cheeks of her ass, pulling her upward onto my thighs.
“Reach down and touch yourself.” I give her slow, measured strokes as she absorbs my command. “Show me how you like to be touched. Rub that clit for me, kitten, until you are purring.”
Her eyes widen as she draws a stuttering breath and her scent fills my head.
When she does as I ask, I know there will be no turning back. We are bound, now and forever, by what the other needs, and will never again be without.
Chapter Eleven
Katarina
“YOU KNOW, FROM NOW on, you are mine. All of you, mine.” Miller groans as he watches me finger myself, his incredible dick slipping in and out of my sloppy opening, making drenched sexy sounds as he pulses back and forth.
I nod, my fingertips spinning on my clit and my body adjusting to the feel of him filling me deep and round into my belly, stretching me so it hurts, but I never want it to end.
I gasp as he turns harder, working my fingers as his eyes turn dark, pinned on our sex, his voice rumbling without looking up at me.
“Tell me you want all of me.”
I want to answer, but he’s pounding harder, driving the little air I manage to gather in my lungs back out again. The words lodge in my throat as he thrusts in and out, harder and harder, until I think I’m going to be pushed right through the mattress onto the floor.
“I want...” I puff with each exhale. “All...”
His brow is drawn, jaw muscle like a rock. “Say it.” He seethes through bared teeth.
“I want all of you.”
“Fuck.” His groan deepens as my body tightens and my fingers are on the trigger. “Fuck, I can feel it. Cum baby, you’re so close. Cum.”
He pistons faster and harder, his balls slapping my wet flesh, and I give him what he wants. Falling over the edge into a blinding climax that has me twisting and jerking, his hands on my hips, holding himself deep to my limit, and he chants the word I never want to stop hearing...
Mine, Mine. Mine.
Even through my haze, I feel him thicken, harden, though it seems impossible he could get any bigger, but he does, and as my heart races, screams tearing ragged from my throat, he plunges in and out, once, twice a third time, and I feel it.
His hands move to my hair, pulling and tugging as his hot release fills me. My body belongs to him. It hurts, his size, his hands tearing at my hair, but nothing has ever felt so good.
“Fuck, kitten, I’m coming. Jesus, Kat...” His words fall away, tortured, as his body releases jet after jet and I’m dripping with him.
I knew I wanted him. I knew...yes, I knew I loved him, but nothing could have prepared me for this. I’m owned by him. Forever and irrevocably his.
I climax into orbit again.
But, he’s not done.
His face is just above mine. Then he’s kissing my face, my eyes, my nose. His rough movements stop and he’s tender.
“You know I love you, right?” The words shock me from my bliss filled haze.
“What?” I reply, seeing a flicker of defeat in his eyes and I counter as quickly as I can. “I’m sorry, I do know. I can feel it.”
His dick is still inside me, impossibly hard as I see beads of sweat on his forehead, my scent on his beard, and suddenly I’m overcome with emotion.
My throat is tight, and the rims of my eyes burn. “I love you too.” I can’t believe when the words slip out, but now that they are out, I know just how true they are.
A deep groan comes from his chest.
“You need more.” It’s a statement, and before I can question what he means, he’s pulled out and grabs my body, flipping me over with rough tugs and pulls until I am on all fours, my ass back, and he’s mounted behind me.
“I need you like this. Fucking you like an animal.”
My heart speeds, I think I should be offended but oh my god I’m not. I’m so turned on when he drives into me in one swift motion. I’m already tipping into an orgasm as his body slaps against my ass cheeks, his dick giving me twinges of pain, feeling like it’s going to come up and out of my mouth he’s so deep.
He’s slamming in and out. Using me. A giant hand on my hip, holding me as the other gathers my hair and pulls, arching my neck and back as he fucks me like a sex doll, and it hurts.
Hurts so fucking good.
I never understood what that meant before, but now? I don’t ever want to live without it.
I’m filled by him. And not just his cock. I want this wild mountain man that I’ve craved for years. The reality is infinitely better than my girl fantasies and as he rides me like a dog finally finding the bitch in heat he’s searched for.
My thoughts are so vulgar, but I’m unashamed. Miller makes it feels so right and when he told me he loved me, I believed him down into the deepest center of my soul.
He pulls my hair until I cry out, then a little more as he pumps like a madman, filling me, and his voice fills my ears.
“Fuck, baby, yes, I love you, you’re never leaving me. Never.”
He buries himself to the hilt as my own orgasm takes me over, feeling like he’s punching the air from my lungs and marking me forever.
Our orgasms seem to pulse and linger for minutes or hours and Miller’s body comes down onto my back, my hair released, and his lips are warm and soft between my shoulder blades as he whispers filthy sweet things into my flesh.
Soon we are curled under the blankets, coming down from our high as Miller runs his rough hands over every inch of my body, his hard front against my back, and I half turn my head, swallowing.
“I do love you,” I say, clear and solid.
“I love you, too. I guess waiting for perfect wasn’t the best plan.”
“I think this is perfect.”
“Me too, kitten. Me. Too.”
Chapter Twelve