| Sir

I told myself I’d go easy. Just take what I need and leave it at that. But every time you moan my name and clench around my cock, that lie dies a little more. You feel too fucking good. Too mine.

I’ve got both your wrists pinned above your head with one hand, tight enough that I feel your pulse hammering against my fingers. You’re spread open under me, helpless, dripping, and I’m already pushing back inside that tight heat.

And when you finally fall apart, shaking and gasping my name, I bury myself to the hilt and hold you there. Locked. Claimed. You’re mine now.

You squeeze around me again and I growl against your ear, low and rough. “That’s it. Take it. All of it.”

I told myself I’d be patient. Told myself this was just sex. But the second I feel you start to break, that lie burns up. You’re not going anywhere. Not tonight. Not ever.

Look at you. Eyes glassy, lips parted, drooling for me. I tighten my grip just enough to remind you who owns this body. Mine. Every inch. Every tremble. Every wet sound your cunt makes when I drive back in.

I can feel every shaky breath you try to take, every little whimper vibrating against my fingers. Your thighs are trembling against my hips, but you’re not pulling away. You never do. You open wider, take me harder, like the good fucking girl you are.

I’ve got my hand wrapped around that pretty throat, feeling it flutter under my palm while I sink in deeper. Fuck. You’re soaked, clenching around me like you were made for this.