Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
I was fucking addicted to seeing how his ass shone with oil and squeezed my fingers.
That would be my cock soon.
“We have to make it, Sir. That’s all I had to say. I’m broken without you.”
That was the end of fingering him, then. He couldn’t say something like that, with such gravity, while I was eye-fucking his asshole. Now he was just gonna turn me into a love-sick sap. I was too starved for love declarations to put them on hold.
I wiped the oil residue on my thighs before I crawled over him, and he instantly locked his arms around my neck. His legs went around my hips, and he all but clung to me.
I sighed and pressed my lips to his cheek. “I’m broken without you too, love. We can’t let that happen again. It’s out of the damn question.”
He sniffled and nodded.
My darling—this was why we had to slow our roll sometimes. We couldn’t jump into bed the second we’d fought. Even if we’d actually solved it this time. We were so fractured by old behaviors and habits.
On the other hand…
While he held on to me, I peered down between us. If we so desperately craved being close, perhaps we could change the nature of the sex we usually had when we reached this point. Gone were the anger and the denial. But had we ever had comfort sex? Reconciliation sex? Let’s-put-each-other-back-together sex? Fucking hell, I would’ve sounded ridiculous if I’d voiced this bullshit out loud, but so be it. I needed to be near him. Inside him. And no one was gonna stop me.
I gripped my cock and took a breath. Then I rubbed my head over his hole, and he tensed up a little. He sniffled again too.
“We’re gonna start a new tradition,” I murmured, locking eyes with him. “From now on, after we’ve argued—and worked things out—you’re gonna cling to me just like this, and I’m…” I pushed in slowly in one smooth thrust and maintained eye contact. His tear-filled eyes widened, and his lips parted once more. A wave of pleasure washed over me, and I shivered forcefully. “I’m gonna bury myself deep inside my property’s ass. That’s how close I gotta be.” I dipped down and kissed him softly. “We’re gonna kiss and touch and cuddle and talk until we feel all better again.”
He nodded quickly as a couple tears spilled over, and he tried to hug me to him. “I want that, Master. And you gotta take what’s yours.”
“Exactly—because I can’t help myself. That’s how much I need you.” I stayed buried within him for a moment and let the bliss envelop us. He hitched his legs higher around me, allowing me to sink all the way in, and I groaned under my breath. Fuck, that was it.
“I love it when you need me, Master,” he admitted.
If I’d learned anything the last four years without him, it was that I was always going to need him. “Every day for the rest of our lives, then.” I pulled out slowly, then grabbed his jaw and kissed him hard as I pushed in again.
His sharp gasp put an end to the talking for now. With him glued to my body, I started fucking him in measured thrusts, The way he kissed me, how his fingernails dug into my shoulder blades, and his breathy little groans fueled me.
Before long, his impatience returned; only it was different now. He didn’t use it to mask unprocessed emotions or because it’d once been a habit between us. Macklin had never been a passive lover. He wanted to show me.
I withdrew from him long enough for him to scramble onto all fours, and then he sank down on my cock with a drawn-out moan and reached behind me to knot his fingers into my hair. I sucked on his neck and fisted his slicked-up cock, stroking him at the same pace he used to fuck himself on my cock.
“Are you Master’s slutty little sea monster?”
“Yes!” He groaned and went faster. “You gotta be obsessed with me. That’s my goal. And to feel your fat cock taking me every day.”
“Jesus.” I shuddered and pushed him forward, needing to take over. Needing to show him right fucking now. “Grab on to the headboard.”
He obeyed, and I gripped his hips tightly. The moment I slammed in and made him cry out, I set a fast pace and took precisely what I wanted from the man I owned. He got louder and louder, and I got more determined to mark him. To make him feel this fuck for days.
It was one of my favorite ways to mess with his pretty little head. When I fucked him so hard that he didn’t know whether to cry from pain or scream from pleasure. It was simple and always fantastic. I groaned and hauled him back with each push, forcing him to meet my impact, and he whimpered and gasped and white-knuckled the headboard.