I BOUGHT HIM IN HEAT

CHAPTER 13

I stayed seated on him for a long moment after he came, feeling the warm pulse of his release inside me. His chest still rose and fell hard beneath my hands. His fingers remained locked around the headboard like he was afraid to let go without permission.

I finally lifted myself off his c**k. A thick trickle of his come immediately slid down my inner thigh. I looked at the mess between us, then at his face.

“Get up,” I ordered quietly.

Kai’s blue eyes opened fully. He released the headboard and sat up slowly, still dazed, silver hair sticking slightly to his damp forehead.

I moved to the edge of the bed and turned, presenting my back to him. Then I lowered myself onto my hands and knees on the mattress, arching my back so he had a clear view of everything — my wet, used entrance still glistening with his come, the curve of my ass, the way the black silk nightgown had completely slipped off one shoulder.

I looked back at him over my shoulder.

“f**k me.”

He froze for half a second.

“I said f**k me,” I repeated, voice calm but sharp. “Get behind me. Put your c**k back inside. And this time I want you to move.”

Kai’s throat worked as he swallowed. He climbed onto the bed behind me. I felt the mattress shift, then the heat of his body as he settled between my spread knees. His hands hovered near my hips, uncertain.

“Hands on my waist,” I instructed. “Hold me properly.”

His palms settled on my hips, fingers pressing in. I could feel him trembling slightly — whether from the aftershocks or from the order, I didn’t care.

“Now push in. Slow. All the way.”

He lined himself up. The blunt head of his c**k pressed against my entrance, still slick and open from earlier. He pushed forward with a shaky breath, sliding back into the wet heat he had just filled. A low sound left both of us as he sank to the hilt.

I clenched around him once, deliberately.

“Good. Now f**k me. Steady pace. Don’t you dare come again until I say.”

Kai’s fingers tightened on my hips. He pulled back almost all the way, then thrust back in with a controlled roll of his hips. The wet sound of it was filthy in the quiet room. He found a rhythm — deep, even strokes that made my body rock forward with every impact.

“Harder,” I ordered after several thrusts. “I want to feel it.”

He obeyed immediately. His next thrust landed harder, the slap of skin against skin sharper. I pushed back to meet him, forcing him deeper. A soft moan left my throat before I could stop it.

“That’s it. Keep that pace. Don’t slow down.”

Kai’s breathing grew rough behind me. His hands gripped my waist tighter as he f****d me with increasing force, the head of his c**k dragging perfectly against the sensitive spot inside me on every stroke. I could feel him getting harder again already, swelling inside me despite having just come.

I reached back with one hand, grabbed a fistful of his silver-white hair, and pulled his head down closer to my shoulder.

“Faster,” I commanded against his ear. “I want you to f**k me like you mean it. Like you know this c**k belongs to me now.”

A broken sound left him. His hips snapped forward harder, faster, the rhythm turning almost desperate while still following my orders. The bed creaked beneath us. Every thrust forced a soft, open sound from my mouth. I kept my back arched, pushing back to take him as deep as possible.

“You’re getting close again already,” I observed, voice low and breathy. “I can feel you twitching. Hold it. You don’t come until I do.”

“Yes, Master,” he gasped, the words strained.

I released his hair and braced both hands on the mattress again, letting him drive into me. The pleasure built steadily — deep, heavy strokes that made my thighs tremble. I reached between my legs with one hand and rubbed my c**t in tight, fast circles while he continued to f**k me from behind.

“Don’t stop,” I ordered sharply when his rhythm faltered for a second. “Keep going exactly like that.”

Kai forced himself to maintain the hard, steady pace even as his breathing turned ragged and his grip on my hips became bruising. I could feel how close he was — the way his c**k pulsed, the way his thrusts started to lose a little of their smoothness.

My own orgasm built fast under the dual stimulation. I rubbed my c**t harder, pushing back against every thrust.

“Now,” I finally gasped. “Come with me.”

The order shattered whatever control he had left.

Kai buried himself to the hilt with a broken groan and came hard, flooding me again while my own climax crashed through me. I clenched tightly around him, moaning openly as the pleasure rolled in waves. He kept thrusting through it in short, involuntary snaps of his hips until both of us were shaking.

When it finally eased, he stayed buried deep inside me, forehead resting against my shoulder, breathing hard.

I didn’t let him pull out yet.

“Stay exactly where you are,” I said, voice still husky but firmly in control. “You’re not finished until I say you are.”

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