I kept my hand there, held tight, eyes locked to his…

And I rode.

But it had happened. I saw it. I felt it. It was everywhere. It filled the room. It marked his frame. His expression. There was so much of it, I felt it sink into my skin.

I’d taken it too far.

This was proven when, with a feral growl that I could swear originated in his shaft and tore out of his throat at the same time it ripped from my pussy straight through me, his eyes dark and riled, he wrapped an arm tight around my waist. He flipped me to my back. I then found my wrists captured and pressed deep into the bed, his face an inch from mine, his cock pounding brutally between my legs.

And it…

Was…

Astounding.

“Knees high,” he grunted.

Without a thought outside what that would give to me—or what more it’d give to me—I lifted my knees high.

Oh yes.

It gave me more.

“Legs wide,” he bit out.

I acquiesced but not enough.

His thrusts turned savage.

My breaths started to hitch.

“Legs…wide,” he growled.

I spread as wide as I could.

“You submit.”

It was a question and an order.

“Yes,” I whispered, unable to say more, speak louder.

It was coming.

“You submit,” he repeated.

My legs tensed. My neck muscles strained. My eyes closed.

His fingers tightened around my wrists.

“Olivia, do you submit?”

I forced my eyes open half a centimeter.

But my lips moved on their own.

“Yes,” I gasped. “I submit.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, pounding deep, his lips now brushing mine.

It felt good. I kept taking it. I kept loving it.

But as I did that, most of my attention was taken by experiencing the colossal orgasm that had me so in its thrall, my entire body was tight as a bow, straining to experience it in its totality at the same time contain it so its ferocity didn’t send me flying apart.

On the way down, I was able to pull myself together to enjoy the final thrusts that led to the violent shudders of his climax, doing this feeling his growly sigh against the flesh of my neck.

His hands never released my wrists.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and felt his weight. His heat. I smelled his hair. Our sex. I felt his cock embedded in me like it was made to be there.

And I stared at the ceiling knowing I’d lost.

But all could not be lost.

I couldn’t endure it again.

And I wasn’t going to let another man endure it.

I allowed myself that moment of him pinning me to the bed, his body my whole world, my legs wrapped tight around his hips like it was my right to hold him to me.

Then he released a wrist.

I released his hips.