Our gazes remain locked during the smooth stroke of his cock—even when Havoc clenches his jaw and grunts out his favorite word.
“Fuuuck.”
And then I’m flipped, flat on my stomach, with Havoc’s arm caging me in, supporting his heavy weight so he’s not crushing me. He lifts my hips. I brace myself and turn my head, my breath coming in short, erratic gasps as he positions himself and sinks into me from behind.
Oh, my God.
Like this, I can clench my pussy around him as he draws out of me. And each time I do, Havoc’s rumbled groans encourage me to squeeze harder as he drives in harder. He starts slowly but picks up the pace, pistons into me with punishing thrusts.
I want more.
I might notseewhat’s happening behind me, but I canfeelwhat Havoc is doing. And when his finger toys with my ass, I instinctively try to squirm away. “Havoc.”
The note of panic in my voice says everything.
“You trust me, Duchess.” It’s not a question but an arrogant statement. Still, I nod my consent anyway. In answer, he gives my right cheek a solid smack before going back to explore the taboo hole with his finger. “Relax.”
Easy for him to say. I’m not the one about to stick a finger inhisasshole.
Eventually, the tension leaves my body the longer he massages me. And the longer he fucks me, the wetter I become. The better everything feels. It’s easy to wonder when he will move his index finger inside me rather than continue the slow and lazy tease. I even push back a bit to signal I’m ready.
Havoc answers my wordless demand with a strained laugh.
“Greedy wench.” Havoc sinks his cock deep in my pussy, then goes still. I swear to God, I almost scream with frustration. But he begins doing wonderfully wicked things with his finger to my ass that more than makes up for his lack of movement. “Take a deep breath, Kerri.”
I do as he instructs, and after he dips his thumb in my wetness, he pushes the tip of it inside my ass. Just enough to stretch me. To test my body. It’s a perfect blend of pleasure and pain. Leave it to him to expertly balance the two. I move my hips, silently begging for more. Havoc inches farther in, while withdrawing his cock from my pussy. He slides back in, mirroring the motion with his thumb.
I fist my hands in the sheets and squeeze my eyes closed. “More.”
“That’s my girl,” Havoc praises.
He fucks my pussy harder, his finger working my ass until I’m panting and rocking my hips to meet his thrusts. I squeeze my thighs together so the muscles of my cunt can suck at him each time he pulls back. It’s feral and dirty, and as I race toward an invisible cliff, Havoc runs beside me. His cock swells, those metal balls rubbing along my inner walls, driving me insane.
I’m ready to jump.
I open my eyes and glance over my shoulder. “Make it hurt.”
“Duchess…” he croaks out.
I reach around, my arm at an awkward angle so I can dig my nails in his thigh. “Did I stutter, Havoc? I said, make it hurt.”
Havoc’s thrusts become long and powerful. His testing finger pushes in almost too far. I can’t hold back my cry as pleasure and pain collide. And when he drops forward and sinks his teeth into my shoulder, biting hard enough to break the skin, tears spill down my flushed cheeks. The sweet agony sends an electric thrill skidding across my nerves. And this time, when my orgasm hits, I’m free-falling.
I’m not afraid because Havoc catches me.
Just like he promised.
Havoc follows, his orgasm hitting him as I drift down from mine. He stiffens behind me. Slowly withdraws his finger. He grips my waist for leverage and pounds into me, murmuring something I can’t quite hear. Then, with one last rock of his hips, he pulls out and rolls away from me, spent and panting.
I flip onto my back and stare at the ceiling, fighting, like him, to catch my breath. “That was…memorable.”
“Yeah,” he murmurs.
“What did you say at the end? I couldn’t hear you.”
He sits up and shoves his hair off his sweaty face. “Nothing. Where’s your bathroom?”
I sit up and point to the en suite door across the room. At his sudden mood change, I say, “Havoc, we’re not doing this.”
