Breathe With Me (Playing For Keeps #5)

by Becka Mack

him has meant nothing, because this? This is what it feels like to be alive. To want something so bad all semblance of control leaves my body on a single breath. I want to give it up, all of it, the power I always squeeze tightly in my fist, and let him take it, wield it however he sees fit. I don’t have to wonder if I trust him enough; I just … do. I just do. “You have the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen in my life.” “You know what?” His shoulders shake with his exhale as I rub myself over his thick length. “When I had my face buried between your thighs, I was thinking to myself, This is the most gorgeous pussy in existence.” “So true,” I manage as he winds my hair around his fist, pulling me backward so he can watch me watch him tease me, slowly dipping the head of his cock, then depriving me at the last second. “This pussy was handmade by the gods.” “Gonna be destroyed by one too.” His thumb traps my lower lip. “Destroyed for anyone but me.” “You think you own it?” “Not yet, but I’m gonna.” A shaky exhale as he sinks further this time. He runs a hand over his mouth, eyes roaming my body. “I’ll tattoo mine on every part of you that belongs to me.” Fingertips bite into my thighs before spreading me wide. “Let’s start with these luscious thighs.” “God, you talk too much. Fuck me first and then we’ll discuss how long you get to keep me.” “It’s not up for discussion.”