Page 55 of Property of Yak

“Yeah? Does that mean you like what we did last night? Did you like the way I claimed you?” he asks as he starts to pepper kisses against my shoulder and my neck.

“I loved it. I didn’t know it could be like that,” I confess.

Slowly Yak starts to move his hips, and I feel him start to harden deep within me.

“Did you?”

“I did.”

“Did you like the way I wrapped my hand around your throat? The way I took you raw?” he growls against my skin.

“Yes,” I gasp, arching into him.

“How do you feel about the fact that I kept fucking you after you passed out from pleasure? That I took you while you were blissed out.”

My girlie bits flutter around him, making him chuckle.

“You like that, don’t you? Me taking you whenever I want. However I want.”

“Jameson,” I moan.

His hand moves to my breast, under my shirt, and he tweaks my nipple.

“Fuck, I loved waking up inside of you. I want to do it all the time. I want to wake you up as I fuck you slowly,” he groans.

The image he paints has me heating in desire.

“Me too,” I confess.

“Fuck, Angel. You feel so damn good wrapped around me. Did I not fuck you good enough last night? Did I leave you feeling needy?”

“It’s you. You make me feel this way. I-I didn’t even know it was possible to want someone the way I want you,” I admit.

Yak growls, and his hand moves from my breasts down to my clit, and he starts to rub as he picks up speed as he moves inside of me.

“I’m going to fill you up again. Then again and again until you pass out. I’m going to keep you so full of my cum that you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chant.

Just as things really start to heat up, there’s a pounding on the bedroom door that makes both of us freeze.

“Yak, club meeting. Now!” a voice shouts from the other side.

Aragon.

His voice has my body tensing in fear.

Yak groans as his head lands on my shoulder. “I’m a little busy right now,” he yells back.

“Stop fucking your old lady and get out here. Business comes first,” Aragon shouts.

I can’t help but flinch when he slams his fist into the door, making it shake.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Yak tells me as he rubs my arm.

“I know. I just really don’t like that guy,” I admit.

“Me either, he’s a fucking cockblock,” Yak mutters as he slowly pulls out of me, making us both groan.