He has me completely at his mercy, his body caging me in—his hand grips my hip as he controls every aspect of my pleasure. It's intoxicating, being so thoroughly possessed by him, and I can't help but arch my back, tilting my hips to take him even deeper.
He kicks my legs further apart, changing the angle and making me gasp. I feel every thick inch of him buried inside me, and I can't hold back my cries.
"That's it, baby," he grunts, his voice heavy with lust. "There's my desperate little slut. Take every fucking inch. Scream my name."
I can't even form words—all that's coming out of my mouth are moans and groans, my throat already raw from the noises he's wringing out of me. But damn, I can't help but smirk and giggle at the thought that here I am, literally gettingfucked over a rum barrel on a pirate island. It's like something straight out of a dirty adventure novel.
"Something amusing, Angel?" Rhyland growls, his voice laced with authority. He thinks I'm giggling because he's not fucking me hard enough to make me lose my damn mind.
As if.
His thrusts become downright brutal, pounding into me, and I forget all about my playful detour and giggles, gasping as he takes me to the edge.
"I don't hear you giggling now." he pants behind me as he ruts into me.
The wet slap of our bodies, the thumping of the barrel against the wall, is obscene. His heavy balls smack against my clit with every thrust, the pain blending deliciously with the pleasure. He leans down, biting my shoulder before sucking hard, making me sob. His hips stutter as I clench around him.
"Bathe me, baby," he growls, his voice rough with need. "I know it's there. I can feel it building."
He's right; my orgasm is coiled tight inside me, a spring waiting to be released. He's hitting that spot, that sweet spot deep within me that has my walls clenching and my juices flowing like a damn fountain. That familiar feeling of needing to pee washes over me, and Rhyland senses it, the clever bastard. He knows me, my body, and when I'm about to combust.
Rhyland slaps my ass hard, the sound reverberating through the small room and making me cry out. He spanks me a second time. The sharp sting is fucking incredible. "Give it to me, Angel," he demands, his voice desperate and harsh.
And I do. I shatter with a muffled scream, my body shaking violently as my release crashes over me. My cum gushes around his cock, my walls clamping down on him like a vice as he fucks me through it. I can barely breathe, barely think, as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. I'm lost in the pleasure, feeling of him, of us.
"Fuck yes,that's it," Rhyland growls, his voice strained and guttural. "Good girl. That's what I want."
His thrusts become erratic, his hips jerking as he chases his own release. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, growing impossibly harder just before he comes with a primal roar that sends goosebumps across my skin. He fills me with his hot seed, coating my walls with his essence as he rides out the waves of his orgasm.
Rhyland collapses against me, his breathing coming in erratic huffs. His heart is pounding against my back like he just ran a damn marathon. My mouth feels drier than the Sahara, and I try to swallow, but it's like trying to gulp down sandpaper.
As Rhyland slips out of me, I can feel the evidence of his release trickling down my thighs, a deliciously naughty reminder of our passionate encounter. The sensation of his warm seed painting my skin sends a shiver down my spine, a tangible mark of his claim on my body and soul.
Rhyland falls to his knees behind me and spreads me wide open, "Goddamn, look at that, baby," he murmurs before diving face-first into my cum coated depths, tasting himself and me all at once. It's so fucking filthy and erotic that I can't help but moan into the rough wood beneath me.
I can feel his tongue swirling and plunging into my pussy, lapping, sucking, slurping up our combined juices like he's starving for it. His moans vibrate through me as he savors every drop, clearly getting off on the taste of us together. It's so fucking hot that it nearly sends me careening over the edge again.
He yanks me up, fisting his hand in my hair and claiming my lips in a bruising kiss. His tongue plunges into my mouth, ensuring I thoroughly taste our combined flavors. I moan into the kiss, meeting his tongue stroke for stroke, lost in the raw passion that only this man can ignite in me.
He breaks away, "God damn, we taste fucking incredible together."
Rhyland is like a force of nature—raw, primal, and unapologetically alpha. He's a damn animal, and he's all mine.
The sound of slow, sarcastic applause reaches my ears, and Rhyland and I tear our lips away from each other, whirling around to face the source of the interruption.
"Bravo! Encore! That was a performance worthy of a standing ovation," Lucian drawls, with sarcasm. He's lounging in a chair like he's the damn king of the world, acting as if he didn't just get a front-row seat to our X-rated show.
Rhyland quickly tugs up his pants and whips off his shirt, draping it over me in a polite gesture that would be sweet if we weren't both still panting and flushed from our very public romp.
"I mean, the passion, the intensity, the raw animalistic energy...I'm getting all tingly just thinking about it," Lucian continues, fanning himself dramatically. "So, tell me, sweet cheeks. You like it rough, huh? Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you're quite the little firecracker in the sack." he winks. "Just the thing I'm into."
Rhyland's growl is so low and menacing that it's a wonder Lucian doesn't piss himself on the spot. "You've just signed your fucking death warrant, you son of a bitch," he snarls, and I can feel his rage and possessiveness flooding through our bond like a tidal wave.
My heart is pounding like a jackhammer, and my worry is reaching stratospheric levels. This whole situation is a powder keg waiting to explode, and I'm not sure if I have the strength to be the voice of reason anymore.
"Rhyland…." I warn.
God, please don't kill him.
