11 Scenes (Eleven, #2)

by Octavia Jensen

“I know.” He took me apart until I was shaking and begging him to fuck me, then rolled me over and pushed me into the mattress as he shoved my legs together and lined the tip of his cock up. “You did it, kitten. You made it through today ... now come for me.” I cried out in relief as he pushed inside of me, and even louder when he gripped my wrists from behind and started pounding into me. It was everything I needed and more, everything I’d been missing in my life, and I let my eyes roll and enjoyed the ride. “Hear how fucking wet you are? God, you were dying for my cock, huh?” He snapped his hips harder, pulling me back with each thrust until I couldn’t breathe anymore. “Sir!” I yelled, seconds before I came all over his cock and dug my nails into his wrist. It felt like my orgasm would never end, not when he praised me for squeezing him so tight, when he shifted to lean forward and fuck me into the mattress, when he whispered in my ear that he was going to claim me. My thoughts were as erratic as my heartbeat, stopping me from asking what that meant until he spilled inside of me and held there, making sure not a drop leaked out. “You’re mine, Briella Lewis. All mine.”