Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
His jolt said he hadn’t realized that and having his brain finally focus on it seemed to make his desperation even sharper. “Please. I need you. I need you, Master. I’ll be good.”
He was amazing.
So I bit down again and that time snapped my hips back and forth to fuck him hard and fast. It left him shaking and almost boneless under me, his cock the only rigid part on his entire body as something close to subspace seemed to wash over him. “Master…”
He couldn’t seem to decide if it was romantic or erotic, but I loved the tender sound in his voice as he called out for me.
“That’s right. Master’s here.” Sprinkling nibbles and kisses over his neck, I fucked him with a slow, deep pace that I hoped would keep him desperate without actually giving him enough to come. “I’m going to fuck you and use you and claim this ass as mine.”
Pressing a tender kiss to one shoulder as I fucked him hard on the next thrust, I felt a rush as he gasped and clenched around me. “Who do you belong to?”
Ender sucked in a breath, shaking and trying to arch up and give me more of his needy ass as I went back to the slow thrusts again. “You…Master.”
Giving him a few more rough fucks and another bite that I knew he’d feel tomorrow as a reward, I sat up and gave one cheek a rough spank. “Let me hear you. Who do you belong to? What are you?”
It was enough to have pleasure firing through him like fireworks and as he clenched down around me, desperately milking my dick, he cried out, “You, Master. I belong to you.”
As his body frantically tried to chase down his orgasm, I spanked him again. “What are you?”
Any other time his brain would’ve shut down before he gave me what I was demanding, but luckily for both of us, it’d already stopped working. “Your slut. Your boy. Yours, Master.”
I wasn’t sure if it was the spank or the words but something started a cascade of pleasure in him and he cried out as his orgasm crashed over him. Even with a completely untouched cock, I could feel his need trying to pull me under but I refused to follow him just yet.
Fucking him hard and fast, I reached under him and grabbed his throbbing dick as I growled out low. “Slut? Did I tell you that you could come?”
That had his body clenching down again and he bucked like he wasn’t sure what to do or how to flee from the overwhelming stimulation. “I…I’m sorry, Master. You’re just. You’re.”
Shaking as I nailed his prostate and softly teased his sensitive dick, Ender whimpered and I could almost feel submission washing over him again. “You’re so…I’m just…”
Refusing to come, I clenched my teeth and kept fucking him until the random words shifted into soft sounds and he was right on the edge of flying. When I knew neither of us could last any longer, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him against my chest. “Mine.”
As I finally came, flooding his ass with my cum and holding him as tight as I could, he closed his eyes and sighed like it was the most romantic thing he’d ever heard. “Yours.”
Kissing his neck as I did my best to stay upright, I chased every ounce of pleasure as I imagined marking him like some kind of alpha in a dirty romance novel. I had a feeling the handful of brain cells he had working were thinking the same thing when I clamped my fist down around his soft cock and he let out a dreamy sigh. “Mine.”
And I wasn’t going to let him run from it or forget it.
Chapter 21
Ender
It’d just been something said in the heat of the moment, right?
Staying as still and quiet as I could, I tried to look like I was sleeping as my mind whirled. Had he really wanted me to thank him?
He’d sounded very sure about it and I could feel the echo of his cock in me like he’d said I would.
“Your brain is very loud this morning.” Leif’s rough, sleepy voice made me jump as he tightened his arms around me and wrapped one leg over mine, reminding me of how naked we both were. “We need a bigger bed if you’re going to think this loudly every morning.”
What was the right response to that?
“We can push the beds together?” I wasn’t going to lie and promise not to overthink things, that just wouldn’t be believable at all.
Snorting out a laugh, Leif shook his head. “You’re a mess. But you’re my mess, so yes, we’re going to move the furniture around up here a bit.”
So I was still his?
“Partners?” I hadn’t meant for the word to escape but it did. “I mean—”