Page 28 of Leverage & Obedience
He speeds up, and I tilt my hips to take him deeper. The new angle drags him against different nerve endings. Every stroke practically makes my eyes roll into the back of my head. The rapture builds in layers. It’s going to be a good one when I come.
His mouth moves down to my collarbone, and he pulls one of my nipples up to his mouth. His lips close around it, and he sucks hard.
His tongue swirls, and I moan loudly. He’s still driving into me, one hand grasping my thigh hard enough to leave bruises. I love it.
He switches to the other breast. His stubble scrapes the soft skin.
“Your tits.” His voice is a growl. “Do you know how perfect they are?”
“You’ve mentioned it.” I try to sound snarky, but there’s a tremble in my voice that ruins it.
He slows to deep, grinding strokes. His mouth stays on my breast.
“These would be even more beautiful and swollen if you were carrying my baby.” He sucks my nipple between his lips so the words buzz against my skin. “I’d worship them every morning.”
The image is in my head before I can stop it. His mouth on my massive breasts, swollen with milk. My rounded belly between us.
My body answers with a shudder before I can think. My pussy clamps on his cock so hard he moans around my nipple. My eyes sting, and I can’t tell if I’m about to come or cry.
“Oh god.” I squeeze my eyes shut, but the picture stays. “Bren, please—”
“Please what?” He kisses the top of my breast. “Tell me what you want.”
My pulse quickens with forbidden longing. I want to live inside that picture. A pregnant version of me who sneaks out of bed and makes breakfast, knowing she’s not leaving.
I don’t say any of that.
“Harder.”
He shifts his hands under my thighs, angles me higher, and his cock hits that spot that whites everything out. He fucks me into the wall with a desperation that matches mine. His mouth finds mine again, open, tasting of coffee.
“Come for me.”
His thumb finds my clit and circles exactly right. My head drops back against the wall, and the orgasm rips through me in deep pulses. My inner walls clamp around him. Sharp pleasure runs from my fingertips to my toes, and I lock my legs around his waist. The sound I make isn’t a word.
He follows me over the edge. Three more thrusts, and he roars out as he spills thick ropes of cum deep inside me. He doesn’t stop, instead fucking his cum back up into me, and I’m shivering from a continual wave of pleasure.
When he finally stills, we both stand there as he softens inside me. For a long time, the only sound is our breathing. I’m aware of the anklet on the leg that’s hooked around his waist. His cum is warm inside me. Two pieces of him that are mine.
He eases out slowly and lowers me down. My legs are liquid. I grip his forearms to stay upright as his seed gushes out and drips down my thighs. This is filthy.
“Hey.” He cups my face, thumb tracing my cheekbone.
I can’t look at him. If I look at him, I’ll say something I shouldn’t.
“Are you okay?”
I open my mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, with his cum dripping out of her and hoping he understands why I can’t speak.
He drops his hand to mine and leads me around his desk. He sits down and pulls me into his lap. I settle against him in our now-familiar position while he pulls out a peanut butter chocolate protein bar and a bottle of water. That drawer is like a bag of holding. He never seems to run out.
He unwraps the bar and brings it to my mouth. “Eat.”
I open my mouth automatically and take a bite. He’s never done this before either, and I blink back tears.
He watches me chew and swallow before he opens the water. I cling to him, and he holds it up to my mouth so I can sip.
He feeds me for a few minutes, alternating with the bar and water until I refuse more.
