He trails his tongue along the edges of my swollen lips. His tongue moves against me, and he lets out a low rumbling moan that makes me shiver violently against his mouth.
His hands grip my hips as he plunges his tongue deep inside me. Every soft moan that escapes me only seems to fuel his hunger.
I feel him tense and tremble, his muscles tightening, his hands grip me, holding me still. As he moves his tongue over my clit, faster, harder. Low guttural moans escape him, rough and hungry, vibrating against my pussy.
Feeling him lose himself in this moment, showing just how much he enjoys pleasuring me. I grip the stump below me, every muscle in my body trembles as the pleasure takes over—so intense its almost unbearable.
And it hits me like a wave. My body shakes as I shatter beneath his mouth. I pant, trying to even my breaths and slow my heart.
He stands and positions himself behind me, spreading my legs wider to accommodate his size.
He rubs the tip of his cock against my pulsing entrance, sending a shiver through my trembling body.
“I told you not to run.” He says breathless, his voice gravel and deep and somewhat familiar.
He spanks my ass, hard, and a moan escapes my lips. “Fuck.” I hiss.
Without warning, he slams his thick hard erection into me. He fills the entirety of me—a painful but pleasurable sensation. He slowly slides out and thrusts again, harder, knocking the breath from me.
I whimper as he continues to ram himself into me, stretching me more with each thrust. He gently fists my hair and tugs, guiding me up.
One hand grips my hip, and the other holds my breast. He is relentless with his thrusts. Punishing me for running. Punishment by cock just makes me want to do it again.
“Fuck,” he growls through clenched teeth. “This pussy is mine,” he says between ragged breaths.
His large hand trails down to my clit and his fingers starts rubbing in small fast circles. Faster, harder, in time with his unrelenting fucking.
The world goes white, my ears ring and I’m breathless. Pleasure grips me so hard I nearly collapse. It takes everything in me to steady myself and brace against his relentless pounding.
Just as the thrusts start to become unbearable, he pulls his cock out.
“Turn around,” he says breathless, desperate.
I obey.
One hand on my jaw, the other fisting his cock, “Open,” he grits through clenched teeth.
And again, I obey his command, waiting.
His load pours into my gaping mouth, coating every inch of my tongue and throat, and I swallow. He wipes the tip of himself on my bottom lip and stuffs his cock back in his pants, closing the zipper.
He pats my head, “that’s my good girl.”
I bite my lip. God, I love the praise.
He fixes my skirt, and top. Then he runs his fingers through my hair, smoothing it over with his palms.
He silently takes my hand and guides me back to the party raging on inside the mansion.
CHAPTER NINE
KELLAN
I just had the best sex of my entire existence; with the most beautiful woman I have ever known.
And I think she enjoyed it. Her compliance to my every command tells me she did. And I now have the urge to buy her some food and a hot comforting drink. I want to sit her on my lap, wrap her in a blanket, and tell her how good she is.
The only problem is—she can’t truly know my real identity. Then she would think I stalked her. Well, then she wouldknowI stalked her.
