Is**** Posted April 8 You should be asleep by now. I stand in your doorway, the only light coming from the pale glow of your phone against your face. “Too late for that,” I say, voice stern, sharp. You glance up, startled—not by my tone, but by the sight of me. I’m shirtless, still flushed from sleep, my cock half hard and swelling quickly as I look at you. You know what’s coming, and I see the shift in your expression—the subtle parting of your lips, the heat rising in your chest. “Lights out,” I growl. You fumble to obey, plunging the room into darkness before rolling to your side, silent, tense with anticipation. For a breathless moment, nothing. Then the covers shift, and I slide in behind you, the heat of my body wrapping around yours. My cock presses to your ass, already pulsing, dragging slowly along the curve of you as I breathe. One arm curls around your waist, strong and final. My other hand clamps gently over your mouth. Your breath catches beneath my hand, the heat of it dampening my palm. I can feel the tremor of your body as your muscles tense, then melt into mine. The silence stretches, thick and electric, until I break it with a low growl in your ear. “You knew better,” I whisper, my voice rough and heavy with sleep and need. My grip tightens, not enough to hurt—yet—but enough to remind you who’s in control. Your thighs press together instinctively, but I can already feel the wet heat between them as I grind forward slowly, deliberately. My mouth finds the curve of your neck in the dark, teeth scraping gently before I bite down just hard enough to make you gasp against my hand. I savor the sound, pulling your hips back against me. The slick friction sends a sharp jolt through us both, and I press a kiss to the mark I just left. “Still think you’re going to get away with disobeying me?” I murmur. You shake your head quickly, and I smile into your skin, savoring the way your body arches ever so slightly, desperate for more even as you lie still like a good girl. I trail my hand down your throat, slow and possessive, then over your chest, pausing to tease your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. The contrast of my rough fingertips against your soft skin draws a low whimper from you, and I finally let you breathe freely again. My hand moves lower, slipping under the waistband of your shorts, fingers curling between your thighs to test just how ready you are. “So wet already,” I say, almost to myself, but you hear the edge of satisfaction in my voice. “You were hoping I’d come find you like this.” I push two fingers inside you, no warning, no hesitation—just the way you like it. My chest presses hard against your back as I pin you in place, the slow thrust of my fingers syncing with the lazy grind of my cock against your ass. Every breath is shared in the dark, each one ragged and full of want. The room is still and silent, but your body tells me everything. “This is mine,” I growl, voice low and reverent. “You’re mine. And I’m going to remind you until there’s not a single doubt left in that beautiful little head.”
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