Page 111 of Doomed

“That’s it,” I encourage, keeping my rhythm despite the need to come building. “Take what you need from me. Everything I have is yours.”

The words slip out before I can stop them, honest in a way I’ve never been. But watching her beneath me, trusting me despite everything, I can’t bring myself to regret them.

I grip her hips harder as I slam into her, tensing with each thrust. “Let go for me, let yourself drown in pleasure when I’m inside you. Inside this perfect cunt as it tries to strangle my cock.”

Her eyes lock with mine as she shatters, her walls pulsing around me. The sight of her—flushed and wild—triggers my own release. I bury myself deep, groaning as I empty inside her.

“Fuck, I’m obsessed with breeding you,” I rasp against her neck. “Want to see you grow round with my baby. I want to put my child in you.”

“God, Knox...”

“You like that idea?” I pull back to see her face. “The thought of me knocking you up?”

“Yes,” she admits. “I do.”

I kiss her deeply, our bodies joined. “Not yet, though,” I murmur against her lips. “First, I need to spend a couple of years fucking you as much as I possibly can. Before kids enter the equation.”

She laughs, the vibration traveling through both our bodies. “A couple of years of this? I might not survive.”

“You will. I’ll make sure of it.” I stroke her cheek, marveling at how this woman has completely unraveled me. “We have all the time in the world now.”

Without warning, Bianca pushes against my chest, flipping me onto my back with surprising strength. She straddles me, my still-hard cock buried inside her, cum dripping down her thighs.

“I’m yours,” she declares, beginning to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “All yours, Knox.”

I grip her thighs, watching in awe as she takes control. “Show me,” I challenge, my voice rough with renewed desire.

Bianca rocks her hips, grinding down harder on my cock. Her pace quickens, turning desperate and primal. Her hands find purchase on my chest, lifting nearly off me before slamming back down.

“Fuck yes, baby,” I groan, my hands gripping her waist. “Look at you, taking what you want. So fucking beautiful bouncing on my cock.”

She throws her head back, her hair cascading down her shoulders. The sight of her—feral and free above me—sends a jolt of lust through me.

“You feel so good inside me,” she moans, her voice thick with desire. “So fucking deep when I ride your cock this way.”

I reach up to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers. She gasps, her rhythm faltering momentarily before becoming more frenzied.

“That’s it,” I encourage, pinching the sensitive buds. “Use me, baby. Use my cock to make yourself come.”

Her eyes lock with mine, dark with desire. “I’m going to come all over your cock,” she says, each word punctuated by the slap of her skin against mine. “Going to make such a fucking mess of you.”

Christ. Her dirty talk nearly sends me over the edge right there.

“I knew you had this in you,” I rasp, watching her ride me with abandon. “From the first time I saw your art. All that passion, that sexuality barely contained on canvas.” I twist her nipples again, harder this time. “You’ve been holding back your whole life, haven’t you?”

“Not anymore,” she pants, grinding down particularly hard. “Not with you.”

“Show me then. Show me exactly how filthy that mind of yours is.”

“I want you to fill me up,” she purrs, her voice commanding in a way I’ve never heard before. “Want to feel your cum dripping down my thighs every fucking day. Want everyone to know I’m yours, that you’ve claimed me, marked me as yours inside and out.”

“Fuck, Bianca.” My control shatters as her walls tighten around me. “Keep talking like that and I won’t last.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to last,” she taunts, leaning down to bite my lower lip. “Maybe I want to drain every last drop from you.”

Bianca leans forward, her lips brushing my ear as she continues to ride me with abandon. “You feel so fucking good inside me,” she purrs, her voice dropping to that husky tone that makes my cock throb. Her hips roll in a figure-eight motion that has me seeing stars. “Want to walk around tomorrow feeling sore, reminding me who I belong to.”

“Fuck, baby,” I groan, gripping her ass harder.