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Authors: Lola Darling
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crazy with lust. My mind has narrowed down to two tiny points, and there’s nothing else in the world. There’s his gorgeous cock plundering my ass, and there’s his strong hand wrapped around my dick, starting to move again, but too slow, not fast enough to get me off. Because he knows exactly what he’s doing, and his goal is to make me suffer.
“Please. Please, I fucking need it.” I’ve never begged in my life, but God, he knows exactly how to drag it out of me.
“You don’t,” he assures me. “Not yet.”
I lose track of how long we go. I’m lost in the push and pull, his strong, sure thrusts, and my own desperate ones. Finally, his hand tightens around me, as his cock seems to swell in my ass, and his own breathing grows faster in my ear as he bends across me, his hard abs digging into my back.
“Now?” I gasp, because I’m going to come any second whether he gives me permission or not. His hand clenches my cock, his thumb pressing across my head as he takes me faster.
“Now,” he says, and I’m coming almost before the word is out of his mouth. My seed spills across his hand, across the floor in front of us, and he keeps pumping my cock with his fist, milking every drop from me, until I’m shaking with the release, my mouth open in a loud moan, my head thrown back and my body arched.
The orgasm lasts longer than I ever imagined possible. The hot peak sears through my body, keeps going, and I’m lost in a white-hot film of ecstasy, my hips bucking against the table. Vaguely, I’m aware of Paul releasing my twitching cock, grabbing my hips with both hands to fuck me faster. The thick, full sensation of him deep in my ass stretches me farther, drags the orgasm on, as he comes too, with a deep-throated grunt, his cock spasming inside me.
I clench my muscles hard, and I’m rewarded with a gasp from him, his cock still twitching wildly. When he finally pulls out, we’re both coated with sweat, panting, our eyes alight with that faint post-orgasm sheen. My lips find his almost before I know I’ve stood up, and fucking hell, he’s right. That one motion alone makes me feel so sore. I’m going to feel this fuck for days to come.
A reminder of the fact that I’m his, now.
He parts his lips to catch my tongue with his, and we both taste like hot sex, all hormones and salty sweat. When we part again, his eyes are hooded, dreamy, when they focus on mine.
“I can’t resist you anymore, Darren. I need to have you.”
“I’m yours, Paul. I belong to you.” As soon as I say it, I know it’s true. It doesn’t feel scary or weird the way it has when I’ve made this promise to other people, to women in the past. It feels right , in a bone-deep, visceral way. Right now, I belong to this man, and it’s where I was always meant to wind up in the world.
“Meet me after mass?” His eyes sparkle as he says it. I can already tell he has ideas.
And I already want to find out what they are. “Of course.”
Chapter Eight
He picks me up in a rental car, and for a second when the car pulls up to my house, I almost don’t recognize him. I’ve never seen him out of his garb—I’m not even sure he’s allowed to go without his vestments—and yet here he is in jeans and a T-shirt. It’s the first time I’ve been able to see his neck and his collarbone while he still has a shirt on. I can’t resist leaning in to kiss his collarbone as we pull away from the curb, and he laughs, running a hand through my hair playfully.
“Where are we going?” I lift an eyebrow at him.
But he only shrugs, a tiny smile darting over his mouth. “You’ll see.”
It’s late evening by now, since it took him a while to finish up mass and perform all the duties that come afterwards. By the time we reach the spot where we’re headed, the sun is dropping below the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of fiery red on its way out.
We pull into a lot filled with other cars, a huge screen set up at the far end,
“Please. Please, I fucking need it.” I’ve never begged in my life, but God, he knows exactly how to drag it out of me.
“You don’t,” he assures me. “Not yet.”
I lose track of how long we go. I’m lost in the push and pull, his strong, sure thrusts, and my own desperate ones. Finally, his hand tightens around me, as his cock seems to swell in my ass, and his own breathing grows faster in my ear as he bends across me, his hard abs digging into my back.
“Now?” I gasp, because I’m going to come any second whether he gives me permission or not. His hand clenches my cock, his thumb pressing across my head as he takes me faster.
“Now,” he says, and I’m coming almost before the word is out of his mouth. My seed spills across his hand, across the floor in front of us, and he keeps pumping my cock with his fist, milking every drop from me, until I’m shaking with the release, my mouth open in a loud moan, my head thrown back and my body arched.
The orgasm lasts longer than I ever imagined possible. The hot peak sears through my body, keeps going, and I’m lost in a white-hot film of ecstasy, my hips bucking against the table. Vaguely, I’m aware of Paul releasing my twitching cock, grabbing my hips with both hands to fuck me faster. The thick, full sensation of him deep in my ass stretches me farther, drags the orgasm on, as he comes too, with a deep-throated grunt, his cock spasming inside me.
I clench my muscles hard, and I’m rewarded with a gasp from him, his cock still twitching wildly. When he finally pulls out, we’re both coated with sweat, panting, our eyes alight with that faint post-orgasm sheen. My lips find his almost before I know I’ve stood up, and fucking hell, he’s right. That one motion alone makes me feel so sore. I’m going to feel this fuck for days to come.
A reminder of the fact that I’m his, now.
He parts his lips to catch my tongue with his, and we both taste like hot sex, all hormones and salty sweat. When we part again, his eyes are hooded, dreamy, when they focus on mine.
“I can’t resist you anymore, Darren. I need to have you.”
“I’m yours, Paul. I belong to you.” As soon as I say it, I know it’s true. It doesn’t feel scary or weird the way it has when I’ve made this promise to other people, to women in the past. It feels right , in a bone-deep, visceral way. Right now, I belong to this man, and it’s where I was always meant to wind up in the world.
“Meet me after mass?” His eyes sparkle as he says it. I can already tell he has ideas.
And I already want to find out what they are. “Of course.”
Chapter Eight
He picks me up in a rental car, and for a second when the car pulls up to my house, I almost don’t recognize him. I’ve never seen him out of his garb—I’m not even sure he’s allowed to go without his vestments—and yet here he is in jeans and a T-shirt. It’s the first time I’ve been able to see his neck and his collarbone while he still has a shirt on. I can’t resist leaning in to kiss his collarbone as we pull away from the curb, and he laughs, running a hand through my hair playfully.
“Where are we going?” I lift an eyebrow at him.
But he only shrugs, a tiny smile darting over his mouth. “You’ll see.”
It’s late evening by now, since it took him a while to finish up mass and perform all the duties that come afterwards. By the time we reach the spot where we’re headed, the sun is dropping below the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of fiery red on its way out.
We pull into a lot filled with other cars, a huge screen set up at the far end,
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