Those wet fingers go to my clit, rubbing, circling, pinching, and I’m going to combust, I’m going to—
He pulls it away. Just as my pussy was about to contract, just as I was about to explode.
A furious sob rips out of me. “No...”
“Yes,” he purrs in response, his dick pulsing in me, feeling like it’s growing even harder, even thicker.
“I need it,” I beg.
“You were very naughty, weren’t you? Shoving at me like that, making demands.” His dark voice somehow makes my heated skin erupt with a chill of shivers. “I should bring you to the edge again and again. I should keep battering at this pussy, keep teasing this clit, make you mindless in your need. Bring you up again and again, never letting you slip off that peak.”
I already feel mindless, and if he keeps teasing me, I might die. “No.Please.”
Maybe it’s the throatiness of my plea, but Slade captures my mouth and starts kissing the absolute hell out of me.
There is no slow stroke of a tongue. No light nip of teeth. This is messy and dominating and fuckingsexy. He owns my mouth as he owns the rest of my body—thoroughly and possessively and yet with a level of trust between us that allows me to completely let go in the thrill of such wild passion and give it back tenfold.
He only pulls away when I turn my head to gasp for breath, and then he rips me away from the wall, expertly slamming me up and down over his cock as if the weight of me makes no difference to the capacity of his strength. If he wasn’t already deep before, he’s even deeper now.
Every inch of me is impaled, stuck on the relentless cock that’s shoving in and out as he lifts me up and down. It’sbliss. It’s agony. It’s both wrapped up together, making my vision spin with crackling stars.
Because I need.
I need I need I need
My back hits the bed with a jump, and he folds my knees up to my chest, fucking into me like a male possessed.
“I’m going to let you come this time,” he tells me, and I nearly cry in relief and in need, my breasts bouncing obscenely with the intensity of his rough thrusts. “And when you do, you’re going to gush all over my dick and scream my name, and then you’ll thank me for edging you because you’re going to come harder than you ever have before.”
I think this is probably an exaggeration.
It’s not.
His hand comes down to my clit, but instead of rubbing it, he smacks it. A quick slap right over the throbbing nerves, and that sting of pain immerses me like being tossed in a tub full of water, stunning my senses and enveloping me in the shock. And then he rubs, shoving that twinge straight over into pleasure just as he growls out one commanded word.
“Come.”
The orgasm ruptures through me, tearing me into pieces.
I come, and come andcome, and he keeps rubbing and rubbing andfucking.
When the rupture peaks and ebbs, he somehow just rolls me right into another one, like he’s gone right from tossing me into a bath to then dumping me into a river, its dangerously quick current sweeping me away before I can grasp anything around me.
And when I come again, still rippling with the aftereffects,he keeps going.
He keeps going, and I’m not sure if I’m going to die or pass out or just drown in pleasure.
But what a way to be swept away.
“Good girl,” he says, and my pleasure lifts and twists on just that word. “You feel exquisitelyfilthy.”
I’m shaking all over. I think I might be crying. I’m so wound up, so overly sensitive, so magnified that I toss my head back and forth, begging, begging.
But somehow, I’m begging for more while also begging for him to end this euphoric agony.
“You like that, don’t you, baby?”
I can’t even speak in anything but moaned-out mumblings.
