Second Debt (Indebted #3)(65)

“I’m going to fill you.”

“Please.”

“I’m going to f*ck you so hard, you’ll stay wet for days just thinking of me taking you in this pool.”

Nila bit her lip. “Do it, Jethro. Punish me. Teach me that I belong to you.”

Fuck.

I’d never been a talker in sex. Never saw the allure of dirty whispers. But now all I could think about was talking filthy and wrong.

Reaching between her legs, I rubbed her clit—faster and faster with one goal in mind.

“You’re going to come for me, little Weaver. You’re going to drench my dick and let me inside you.” I breathed harder, rocking faster, forcing her higher.

“No, I want—”

“You don’t get what you want. This is what I want. I want you to know who’s f*cking you. I want you to know whose cock is taking you. I need you to scream for me, Nila.”

I didn’t give her any reprieve. I forced her to feel everything. I wanted her orgasm. She owed me her pleasure.

Nila stiffened; her elbows gave out as she flattened against the side. “Stop—wait…”

“No.” I thrust with each swirl of my thumb, gradually spreading her—crawling inside. “I’m the one taking you. I’m the one riding you. I’m the one you want. Admit it!”

Her mouth opened as she silently screamed. Her entire focus turned inward.

I thrust harder. “Say it. Admit that you want me. Admit that you like what I’m doing to you.”

Her eyes wrenched open, connecting with mine.

My heart fell down a rabbit hole, completely under her spell.

“Yes, I admit it. I feel you. I want you so much! Fuck me. Please…f*ck me.”

I couldn’t deny her.

My hips rocked, my thumb swirled.

“Come. Come on my cock.”

Her body rebelled, clamping around me. I struggled to breathe. I groaned as her * flexed tighter and tighter. I saw f*cking stars.

“Jethro—” Her breathing turned to breathless pants. The muscles along her spine contorted with pressure. She wiggled, trying to dislodge my hold on her clit. “It’s too intense—”

I didn’t let her move. “You don’t know the meaning of intense. I’ll show you intense. I’ll show you what it’s like to live in a world full of f*cking intensity.” Bowing over her, I bit her ear. “Come, Nila. Come for me. Let me give you pleasure after the pain I’ve caused.”

Her legs gave way; a long moan crawled from her throat.

Then, she detonated.

I caught her as an orgasm ripped through her core, sucking and melting around my cock. “Yes…Oh, my God…”

I clamped a hand over her mouth as she screamed in delirium. My forehead furrowed as incredible waves of pressure milked my cock as her * contracted.

I wanted to come. Shit, I wanted to come.

With each wave, her body tried to reject my size, but then…on the final crest of her orgasm, wetness gushed. She welcomed me with perfect rapture.

I groaned.

“I’m taking you now, Ms. Weaver. You’re all mine.”

Bending over her, I let myself loose.

In one vicious rock, I claimed her. I slid deep, deep inside.

There was no resistance. Nothing barring me from filling her completely. The head of my cock banged against the top of her, tearing a guttural grunt from my chest.

“Christ!” I thrust again, loving how deep I could go. Her liquid heat slicked over me, turning friction into sheer-minded lust.

I could’ve come right there.

I could’ve come a hundred f*cking times.

But yet again, I needed more. So much more.

Nila’s hands slapped on the side, her fingers struggling for purchase as I stopped thinking, stopped feeling, and gave into what I needed.

I rode her.

So. Damn. Hard.

I claimed her.

So. Damn. Hard.

I grabbed her hips and punished both of us for finding what we never thought we’d find. I broke myself by shattering my walls and admitting without her…I was nothing.

Nothing.

I f*cked her. I loved her.

I gave everything to her.

My teeth sank into the spot between her shoulder and neck as sweat ran down my back. I wanted to puncture her skin. I never wanted to let go.

The diamonds in her collar reflected the sapphire of the water, blinding me.

Her whimpers echoed in my ears as she tilted her head, giving me more authority, more control with my primitive hold. Unable to stop myself, I bit harder, licking her salty skin, relishing in her flinch.

My teeth sank deeper, and only once I tasted the faintest tang of blood did I stand up and f*ck her harder. My fingers gripped her hipbones, conveying greed and possession. My entire mind-set became feral, needing to conquer this woman.

My woman.

Nila turned her head, pressing her cheek to the side. A wince knitted her brows, her lips bowed in pain, but I couldn’t stop.

Wouldn’t stop.

“Yes. More, Jethro. More.”

My chest rose and fell with laboured breaths, my muscles spasmed as I sent my body hurtling into euphoria.

Her eyes opened and I lost myself in the dark chasm of mesmerizing love.

She loved me.

She f*cking loves me.