Lisa Renee Jones Quote
His mouth comes down on mine, harder now, more demanding, a raw, hungry need in him rising to the surface. You belong to me, he growls. Say it.Yes. Yes, I belong to you. His mouth finds mine again, demanding, taking, drawing me under his spell.Say it again, he demands, nipping my lip, squeezing my breast and nipple, and sending a ripple of pleasure straight to my sex.I belong to you, I pant.He lifts me off the ground with the possessive curve of his hand around my backside, angling my hips to thrust harder, deeper. Again, he orders, driving into me, his cock hitting the farthest point of me and blasting against sensitive nerve endings.Oh … ah … I … I belong to you.His mouth dips low, his hair tickling my neck, his teeth scraping my shoulders at the same moment he pounds into me and the world spins around me, leaving nothing but pleasure and need and more need.I am suddenly hot only where he touches, and freezing where I yearn to be touched. Lifting my leg, I shackle his hip, ravenous beyond measure, climbing to the edge of bliss, reaching for it at the same time I’m trying desperately to hold back. Chris is merciless, wickedly wild, grinding and rocking, pumping.I love you, Sara, he confesses hoarsely, taking my mouth, swallowing the shallow, hot breath I release, and punishing me with a hard thrust that snaps the last of the lightly held control I possess. Possessing me. A fire explodes low in my belly and spirals downward, seizing my muscles, and I begin to spasm around his shaft, trembling with the force of my release.With a low growl, his muscles ripple beneath my touch and his cock pulses, his hot semen spilling inside me. We moan together, lost in the climax of a roller-coaster ride of pain and pleasure, spanning days apart, and finally collapse in a heap and just lie there. Slowly, I let my leg ease from his hip to the ground, and Chris rolls me to my side to face him.Still inside me, he holds me close, pulling the jacket up around my back, trailing fingers over my jaw. And I belong to you.
His mouth comes down on mine, harder now, more demanding, a raw, hungry need in him rising to the surface. You belong to me, he growls. Say it.Yes. Yes, I belong to you. His mouth finds mine again, demanding, taking, drawing me under his spell.Say it again, he demands, nipping my lip, squeezing my breast and nipple, and sending a ripple of pleasure straight to my sex.I belong to you, I pant.He lifts me off the ground with the possessive curve of his hand around my backside, angling my hips to thrust harder, deeper. Again, he orders, driving into me, his cock hitting the farthest point of me and blasting against sensitive nerve endings.Oh … ah … I … I belong to you.His mouth dips low, his hair tickling my neck, his teeth scraping my shoulders at the same moment he pounds into me and the world spins around me, leaving nothing but pleasure and need and more need.I am suddenly hot only where he touches, and freezing where I yearn to be touched. Lifting my leg, I shackle his hip, ravenous beyond measure, climbing to the edge of bliss, reaching for it at the same time I’m trying desperately to hold back. Chris is merciless, wickedly wild, grinding and rocking, pumping.I love you, Sara, he confesses hoarsely, taking my mouth, swallowing the shallow, hot breath I release, and punishing me with a hard thrust that snaps the last of the lightly held control I possess. Possessing me. A fire explodes low in my belly and spirals downward, seizing my muscles, and I begin to spasm around his shaft, trembling with the force of my release.With a low growl, his muscles ripple beneath my touch and his cock pulses, his hot semen spilling inside me. We moan together, lost in the climax of a roller-coaster ride of pain and pleasure, spanning days apart, and finally collapse in a heap and just lie there. Slowly, I let my leg ease from his hip to the ground, and Chris rolls me to my side to face him.Still inside me, he holds me close, pulling the jacket up around my back, trailing fingers over my jaw. And I belong to you.