Page 61 of Dove

“Say it.” I smacked her ass again, the red lingering on her skin now. “What do you want?”

“Please.” She moaned beneath me. “Please fuck me.”

I moved both hands to her hips as I slammed into her. I groaned as her inner walls grabbed onto me. I pulled out and slammed in again. Kincaid screamed as I set the same brutal rhythm I had with her mouth. I fucked her roughly until her knees would be bruised from the floor. Until I felt her pulsing and squeezing around me.

Nothing ever felt as good as being inside her. She was my home. My light. The only thing that could calm me. There would only be darkness without her.

“Who do you belong to?” I pressed our slick bodies together without losing the deep thrusts inside her. My hand came to her clit; circling roughly.

“You. I’m yours. Only yours.” She moaned as her body went tight and taut beneath me. I stilled as her orgasm coursed through her. I rested my head on her shoulder and gripped her hips as I fought off my own. My fingers bruising her porcelain skin as my tongue coming out to lick the sweat from the pulse on her neck. Her salty taste making groan as I went back for more. Licking and nipping her skin as she came down.

As soon as the tremors stopped, I started fucking her again. I pounded in and out of her perfect cunt. She was so tight I could feel every drag of my cock inside her. I could feel when I pushed so deeply I bottomed out.

“It’s too much.” She whimpered. “Oh god.”

My hand settled between her breasts as I moved up to collared her throat. I sat back on my heels and brought Kincaid with me. Her hands dug into my thighs beneath her, trying to find something to hold onto as I controlled her body with one hand on her throat and one on her hip.

“Not your god, little dove, your demon.” I thrust my hips and fucked up into her. The new angle burying me deeper than I’d ever been. I could hear her whimpering at the intrusion. I knew I was a monster when her little panicked sounds only made me fuck her harder. Made me euphoric at her pain. My fingers flexed on her throat. “Say it.”

“Maddox.” She moaned, and her pussy tightened around me again.

This is what she needed. The pain. The roughness. She needed me to take control from her. One more deep thrust of my hips and Kincaid shattered around me again. I felt her harsh gasp for air under my fingers.

My control snapped at the sound if I’d ever had any control, to begin with. I gripped her hip harder as my thrust turned bruising. How she could make me calm and lose control was a mystery to me. I held her down on top of me as I bottomed out in her over and over again. Her moans were a mix of pleasure and pain, only spurring me on.

“So fucking tight.” I groaned as I bit the sensitive spot behind her ear. “You’re going to come for me again.”

“I can’t.” She tried to shake her head but couldn’t with my tight grasp on her neck. I licked a drop of sweat from her shoulder before my teeth sank into her flesh, leaving a mark. She screamed, and her pussy clenched around me.

“Yes you can because I own your orgasm.” I loosened my fingers. “Now take a deep breath, my little dove. It’s the last you’ll take until you come for me.”

As soon as she did, I squeezed, stealing her breath. I wrapped my other arm around her hips so I could fuck her with everything I had.

There would still be whips and belts in our future. Candles and knives. Maybe even a gun. But there was something about the raw intensity of holding her life in my hands. Of feeling her pulse beneath my fingers.

My back tingled, and my balls drew tight. I was close. I just needed her to push me over the edge. I felt her mouth open on a silent scream as her pussy clamped down on me like a vice. I released her neck as I buried myself deep and came.

All my senses seemed to narrow and focus. All I heard were her frantic breaths. All I smelt was her arousal. All I felt was her pussy pulsing around me as I unloaded in her. My limbs shook from the force of it.

I collapsed to my back, bringing her with me. I wasn’t ready to leave her body yet. Kincaid’s back pressed into my chest as we both sucked air into our lungs. Her head rested on my shoulder.

My hand skimmed down her smooth skin. Past her breasts until I was touching where we were still joined. My fingers spread out where she was stretched around me, stroking her sensitive skin gently.

“This was made for me.” I pressed a kiss into her damp temple. “You were made for me.”

Her hand intertwined with mine. It was both erotic and intimate as together we touched where our bodies connected.

“No. You were made for me.”

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Kincaid

Ijolted as the ringing of the phone ripped me from sleep. I quickly placed my head back on Maddox’s chest as he reached over to answer it. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence for him to get late-night phone calls. Rarely would he be able to order a command and go back to sleep, but more often than not, he’d have to get up to deal with whatever issue arose. I snuggled deeper into his chest, trying to absorb the last of his warmth before he’d have to leave.

“What?” He grunted as his hand traced soft circles down my spine. I wiggled my hips into him when they brushed the top curve of my ass. Maybe if he stayed, I’d wake up. My skin heated at the thought of a little middle-of-the-night action with him.

My hopes quickly dashed as he bolted upright. “Which club?…The Gallos?”