Because We Belong (Because You Are Mine #3)(101)
“There. Is that what you want?” he said roughly as he began to pulse his hips, f*cking her mouth shallowly, sparing her throat. She almost imperceptibly nodded, her gaze never wavering from his face as he looked down at her. He continued to hold her immobile, using her for his pleasure, plunging his cock between her rigid lips. She sucked determinedly, her nostrils flaring. He gasped at the delicious sensation of the soft side of her cheeks brushing his stabbing cock.
They maintained eye contact as he carefully breached her throat. She shuddered, but quickly stilled herself. God, it felt divine.
He grunted gutturally and slid his cock out of her. She said nothing when he turned and hurried to the bathroom, coming back with a towel and a bottle of lubricant. He’d washed the towels when he arrived, so he knew they were clean. He’d washed the sheets, too, but the bedding itself was dusty and moth-eaten; it was only a matter of time before the sheets grew befouled. Francesca shouldn’t come into contact with that bedding.
He shoved back the heavy velvet coverlet. A puff of dust rose when the bedspread landed. He quickly lay down two clean towels and returned for Francesca, helping her to rise. She just stared up at him as he reached around her and unbound her wrists, then begun to undress her.
“Do you remember the evening . . . before I left?” he asked hoarsely, removing her shirt and bra and unfastening her jeans. She didn’t try to help him, but stood there compliantly while he undressed her.
“I’ll never forget it,” she said.
He glanced up at her face, pausing in the process of working her jeans and underwear over her hips and ass, her smoky voice capturing his attention.
“I must have watched the tape of your face a thousand times,” he said starkly. He blinked, rising out of the spell of her eyes, and bent to remove her boots and socks. “I used to watch it here. In this filthy room. You think I’ve been obsessed by Trevor Gaines, but I was obsessed by the image of you giving yourself to me.”
He stood, having removed all her clothes. He cupped her jaw. “I’m going to make love to you now like I did that night, like I’ve thought about doing in this room too many times to count. It was the image of you that kept me going when I was so alone here in this cursed place. Now you’re here.”
“Yes. I’m here with you,” she said in a low, quavering voice.
He moved her toward the bed and the spread towels. He urged her sit at the edge, where he again bound her hands, this time in front of her.
“Now lie back and place your hands above your head. That’s right,” he muttered thickly, adjusting her slightly so that when she lay back, her bottom was at the very edge of the bed. “Now bend your knees toward your chest.”
He stared down at her positioned body as he began to undress.
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She trembled with excitement and love as she watched him remove his clothing, twisting her head on the mattress to see what she could between her bent knees of his muscular thighs, large, erect cock, narrow hips, tight-as-a-drum abdomen, and powerful chest. She licked her lower lip, almost tasting her anticipation as he poured some of the silky lubricant onto his fingers and placed the bottle next to her on the bed. He stepped between her thighs, so big and powerful. The thrill of submission that went through her at that moment, perhaps the strongest she’d ever experienced—pure and concentrated, true and complete. He grasped her knees and rolled them back, exposing her sex and ass to him. He slipped his middle finger into her anus, and she moaned.
Neither of them looked away from the other’s face as he finger-f*cked her ass, his arm moving faster and more stringently as time passed, their breathing coming more erratically. After he’d prepared her sufficiently, he lubricated himself and pushed the thick head of his cock against the resisting hole.
“Press against it, lovely,” he rasped.
She pushed with her hips, moaning at the pain as he slipped into her ass. He opened both hands on her hips, holding her secure, and began to pulse in and out of her.
“Sweetest ass in the world,” he said, his blue-eyed gaze boring down on her face. “Sweetest everything.” He appeared to be utterly rapt as he deepened his strokes, impaling the snug flesh, his manner not harsh, but firm. Demanding.
His pelvis bumped against her ass cheeks.
“Look at you,” he said, pausing, his chest heaving, perspiration gilding his muscular torso. “God, it can’t be possible, but you’re giving even more of yourself tonight.” The realization seemed to enflame him. She saw the flash of lust in his blue eyes. He thrust, their skin smacking together. “Aren’t you?” he asked more harshly as he began to pump, f*cking her in earnest.
“Yes,” she moaned, overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled by him, inundated by forbidden, delicious pressure. Her head twisted on the mattress. “Use me,” she pleaded. “I’m here, Ian. Use me for whatever you need.”
He growled viciously and accepted her invitation. She watched him as he abandoned himself to his own dark, primal nature, pushing down on her calves so that her knees pressed tightly against her breasts, f*cking her with long, forceful, thorough strokes. Her clit throbbed and burned at the vision, but she strangely didn’t wish he’d see to her pleasure. It was a thrill enough to see him lose himself. He’d always expressed amazement that she could give herself so trustingly to him, but at that moment, he trusted himself enough to give completely to her.