Risk
978 Words
OVIE POV
I shudder at the scent of her juice. She smells like fruit and s*x. Strong and erotic.
"Relax for me, love," Her chest heaves at my words. I pull her hips closer to me and finally have a taste of her.
Her palm snaps to cover her eyes at the touch of my tongue.
"Not how this works, baby. Watch me pleasure you."
"Ovie," She groans before obliging.
I flick the tip of my tongue on her clit. My hand pins her down as she tries moving away.
I do the same few times before sucking in her entrance. My c**k strains against my pant.
Her eyes are wide and dark, reflecting the distorted ceiling light. They hold a mix of shame and breathless anticipation, exactly what I need to see. I want her mind to be present for this consumption, for this surrender.
I move my head lower, taking a deeper, more demanding draw, my lips pulling taut against her soft skin. The sound is loud, wet, and utterly profane, a symphony of her undoing.
Her hips instinctively thrust against my face, a desperate, silent plea for release, but I withhold the final touch. I want to hear the noise of her begging.
I pull back slowly, the air striking her slick skin. Her breath hitches.
"What are you doing to me?" she pants, her voice raw.
I lean up, my chest grazes her knees. I fix my gaze on her dilated pupils.
"I am teaching you what it means to be mine," I murmur, my voice low and dangerous.
"I am reminding you that every gasp, every desperate twitch, belongs to me. Even the shame is a gift you give me."
I shove my fingers deep into her, two hard, sure probes that find and press against the tender core of her need. Her spine arches dramatically off the bed. She cries out, the sound swallowed by the thick silence of the room.
"Tell me what you crave," I command, the words not a question, but a directive. I watch her face contort, torn between giving in and fighting the demand.
"Y-you," she stammers, tears welling in her eyes from the intensity.
"Say my name like a prayer for absolution," I insist, increasing the depth of my fingers, pulling her closer to the edge.
"Ovie. Please, Ovie," she whispers, her voice hoarse.
I nod, the confirmation fueling a raw, possessive heat in my chest. I tear off the confines of my pants, freeing the hard, aching length that springs out, already wet with her scent.
I move over her, looming above, heavy and absolute. I hook my hands under her thighs and force her legs high onto my shoulders, exposing her completely. Her breath catches at the sight of me, naked and dominant.
"Look at this, baby," I growl, my voice thick.
"This is your leash. It owns your breath, your pleasure, your screaming need."
I slam my erection against her entrance—once, twice, a heavy, deliberate tease that makes her tremble. I want her to know this power dynamic, feel the size of the possession she takes on.
"Open for me," I hiss, not waiting for her body to yield. I thrust in—hard, deep, and without mercy.
Her cry is a sharp, immediate shock of pleasure and pain. The tightness is overwhelming, a hot, demanding fit that steals my control.
I pause, holding the entirety of myself inside her, letting the raw, burning connection sink deep into my bones.
"Mine," I declare, the word tearing from my throat.
"Every inch, every secret."
I begin a relentless, deep rhythm, driving into her core. The bed squeaks a frantic complaint against the wall. Her fists clench the sheets, her eyes are squeezed shut.
I lean down, my mouth nuzzling her ear, letting her feel my ragged, possessive breath
"Don't look away now," I command, pulling back and forcing her chin to meet my gaze.
"Watch yourself take me. Watch how you obey."
Her eyes are wide and glassy now, reflecting the savage pace of my hips. She bites her lip to stop the groans, but they escape anyway—
small, choked sounds of mounting pressure.
I drive into a deeper, slower pace, finding the sensitive pocket that makes her muscles clench around me. The sensation is maddening.
"You like this spot, don't you?" I taunt, my hips grinding into the motion.
"This is where you hide your secrets. And now, this spot only tells me my name."
I grab her wrist and pin it above her head, asserting my complete dominance. My rhythm speeds up, becoming a frantic, breathless blur. I feel the frantic pulse of her imminent release—the slight tremor in her thighs, the shallow, quickening breaths.
"Come for me," I demand, the word a guttural rasp.
"I said, give me your finish!"
Her body convulses. Her scream is muffled by the sheet, her face contorted in magnificent surrender. The waves ripple around me, a hot, consuming torrent that drags my own control to the edge.
I thrust three final, devastating times, burying myself so deep I feel the knot of my own climax tighten. My guttural roar is a declaration of ownership, a thunderous release that shakes us both.
I collapse onto her, heavy, sweating, and complete. My breath is labored, my heart pounds a chaotic, triumphant rhythm against her chest. I don't move, preferring the weight of my possession to be her final, inescapable feeling.
"Mine," I whisper one last time, my lips grazing her throat, ensuring the word sinks deep into her exhausted submission.
She stares at me with flushed cheeks, biting her lips to hide
"You'll pay if I get fired" She doesn't know the length I'll go.for her
"You'll be fine teach" I give her one final kiss before heading us to my coven
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