Sea of Black.

Chapter 42.

Part 2.

If you honestly asked me where that lame comeback came from, I could only answer with something which I was certain would be equally lame as the comeback in question.

I had cringed at the words that had come from my mouth, but thankfully, it hadn't ruined the moment because he slammed into me, making me forget about everything except his cock, which I may have told you earlier was now officially inside me...to the hilt.

My toes curled, and my back arched as I squirmed beneath him.

"Tell me what you want," he growled lowly in my ear.

I panted, small whimpers escaping as I tried to clear my mind enough to properly register what he was saying.

I wet my suddenly dry lips, the weight of his hands on my hips holding me down so that I couldn't buck upwards.

"Tell me," he demanded.

"You," I breathed.

He shook his head. "Wrong answer." He punctuated his statement by slipping out of me slightly.

I let out a desperate whimper, not quite sure what he wanted from me. "Your cock?" I asked rather than stated.

He chuckled, clearly amused. "Almost there, sweet girl." He drew out a little further, and I couldn't stop the whine that left my lips. "What. Do. You. Want?" he asked again.

"Everything," I murmured, not realizing just how true the words were until I had spoken them. Not only did it clear the question of where we were going with us, but it opened me up to a world of possibilities.