Hot-Bites, Volume Two by Jenika Snow
Chapter Eleven
Cassie
I’d fallen asleep, but the feeling of fingers skating over my body wakes me. My body is sore, pleasurably stiff, and I know tomorrow I’ll feel that achiness even more. Opening my eyes and shifting onto my side, I look at Michael. His expression, although shrouded in the shadows, tells me what he wants.
Me.
Despite the soreness between my thighs, I am ready for him, wet and needy, aching for what only he can give me. The stickiness of his cum on my pussy is a reminder of the passion and possession he gave me just hours before.
“I could have you all day, every day, and it wouldn’t be enough,” he says against the crook of my neck.
I gasp and close my eyes when I feel his tongue move to the hollow of my throat, his teeth nipping at my sensitive skin.
“Mine.”
I’ll never get sick of hearing him say that.
“You’re so fucking hot.” He grabs a chunk of my hair and I moan in response. When he pulls my head back, getting more leverage, he growls low. “You want me back inside?”
“Yes,” I all but cry out.
He places his cock at my entrance and in a fluid motion shoves deep into me.
“Fuck.”
Michael picks up speed and soon is fucking me with abandon. But I want more. I need so much more.
“God, Michael,” I cry out.
He grabs my waist, curls his fingers into my flesh hard enough it hurts, and fucks me. This isn’t the slower version it was a few hours ago, but fierce and demanding, as if he’s starved for me, desperate to fuck me.
“Christ. Yes, baby.”
Over and over he surges into me and retreats. I feel the world fall away as he plunges into me once more and stills.
“Yes,” he hisses. “I’m coming again.”
I find myself getting off right along with him.
He fills me up, giving me his seed, making me take it.
Michael jerks above me, still coming, still groaning. I can only hold on and let the pleasure take me away.
Just when I catch my breath, he sags against me, his big body covered in a light sheen of sweat, his breathing haggard. I want him to stay like this forever, deep inside of me, keeping his cum in my body.
The sheets smell like our combined scents; dirty, hardcore sex and sweet aftermath. It makes me feel drunk.
“Shit, baby,” he says, out of breath, and pulls out of me. Once he’s lying beside me, he pulls me in close and I place my head on his shoulder, my hand on his chest.
Before I can move, before I can even understand what’s going on next, Michael places his hand between my legs, right over my pussy.
“This is mine.” He adds pressure to my pussy. “You’re mine.”
He is breathing just as hard as I am. My heart is racing; this night is forever going to play over and over again like a reel on repeat for me. But what happens when the sun rises? What happens when we get to my destination? He says I’m his, but what does that really mean?
