“You want it harder? You think you can take more?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“I don’t think you can handle more.”
“Please,” she whines. “Please, Gemma. More.Harder.”
I move my hand on her face down to her throat, my thumb grazing over her trachea. “Are you sure about that?” I ask.
Her eyes open, and I’m taken aback when there’s so little blue left around her pupils. “Make me want to die,” she whispers.
I’m so fucking in love with her.
I lean up and kiss her cheek. “Okay, baby.”
My hand clenches around her throat within a blink. I pull my hand out and grab her by the ass, whipping us over and onto her back. I reach for the pillow at the end of the bed and pick her legs up so I can sit her ass on it. She hardly has a second to gather her wits before my hand is back on her neck, pressure tightening around her throat, and I thrust two fingers into her tight hole.
My thumb presses on her clit. She gasps, her eyes wide as if she wasn’t expecting so much so fast. I don’t let up my increasing motions, not even when I add another finger, then another. Releasing and tightening my grip on her throat. Her pussy sings. I feel her tightening and tightening, her body beginning to writhe uncontrollably. She digs her heels into the mattress, and I lay down on one of them to keep it bent on her chest.
“Is this enough?” I ask.
She shakes her head, tears streaking her cheeks. “More.”
I can’t deny my rockstar what she wants.
Faster. Harder. I’m stretching her leg and bruising her with every thrust. I feel her release when I loosen my grip on herthroat. She spills over my hand, walls enclosing as if they can’t take anymore.
“More,” I hear her breathe. “Destroy me entirely.”
One of my toys catches my eye.
I remove my hand from inside her and reach across the mattress to my finger vibe. I slip it on my thumb, turn it on, and resume my motions.
“Oh my god—”
Her back arches off the bed as she takes my hand once more. Her pussy is squelching, dripping—the previous release drenching the pillow. I grab her by the throat again and haul her lips to mine as she comes again. She’s shaking.Sobbing.
“Are you still fucking greedy?” I ask.
“Yes.”
Her bottom lip is trembling when I bend over and kiss her nose. She presses her hands to my cheeks and kisses me hard, groans escaping into my mouth. And when she lays back on the bed, I see it.
Bonnie’s eyes roll in a way I’ve only ever dreamed of. I can see it coming—the blackout. The dopamine hit that will take her to a different plane.
And I don’t stop.
I wrap my hand around her throat again, pressure only on those nerves under her jaw. Faster. Harder. She’s writhing and searching for the next release, fingers white-knuckled around the sheets. I let up on her throat. She climaxes again, squirting all over me. And this time, there’s no begging for more. There’s no whimper or plea or scream releasing from her lips.
Her head rolls sideways as her body continues flinching.
I sit back on my knees to admire the damage.
Aw.
She looks so pretty passed out on my bed.
Spread eagle, my red handprint on her throat, her swollen pussy still throbbing and glistening.
