Page 113 of Before Broken Vows

"Eyes on me," he says.

I look up, my vision blurry from the tears slipping from the corners of my eyes. The heat of it all, the stretch, the sheer intensity—it wrecks me in the best way.

"You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth," he says, cupping my cheek, thumb brushing away the wetness. "I could watch you take me for hours, but now, I need to be inside you."

He pulls out slowly, gliding along my tongue, and I gasp as he leaves me empty and aching. My jaw is sore, my lips swollen, but my whole body throbs for him.

Theo leans down and kisses me softly, tasting himself on my lips.

Then he shifts down my body, trailing kisses as he goes. His belt still holds my wrists to the headboard, and I strain against it slightly, wanting to touch him, claw at him, but I can't. The sensation only heightens my erotic lust.

He settles between my legs, spreading my thighs wide.

"You've waited long enough," he says, dragging the tip of his cock up and down my slick entrance. "So fucking wet for me."

My hips buck as I desperately try to get him inside me.

"Please, Sir. Fuck me."

He pushes in slowly, the stretch deep and thick. I moan, the sound primal and raw as he slides inside inch by inch.

"You're so fucking tight," he growls. "You're always tight for me. Like your body knows who it belongs to."

When he's all the way inside me, I feel that fullness that he gives me mixed with that overwhelming feeling of being connected to the one person I'm meant to be with. The latter I've only ever felt with him.

He thrusts a few times, allowing me to adjust to his size.

The feeling of him in me, so full, so deep, has my body trembling. I can't move. Can't speak. I just feel.

Theo braces himself above me, watching every twitch of my expression.

"You're perfect like this," he says softly. "Bound. Spread. Owned."

Then he pulls back and thrusts again.

Hard.

I scream.

His rhythm is slow but punishing, every stroke dragging a gasp from my lungs, a moan from my throat. His hips move in rhythm with mine, and I lose myself in it completely.

"Theo…" I pant, my body already strung so tight. "Sir, please?—"

"Not yet," he grits out, thrusting deeper, grinding into me. "I want you to feel every second of this. I want your orgasm to break you."

He shifts his angle, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder, and hits that spot deep inside that makes my vision go white.

My back arches.

I cry out again, helpless.

"You're going to come with me still inside you," he growls. "I want to feel you squeezing my cock. I want to hear you beg."

"Please," I gasp. "Please, Sir, I need to come—please…"

"You've been such a good girl," he says through clenched teeth. "So fucking obedient."

His hand finds my clit and circles it hard, relentless, timed perfectly with each deep thrust.