One hand disappeared again, another sharp slice cutting against each wrist and suddenly, my hands were free.
My shoulders screamed in pain as I lowered them, flicking the gloves off and wrapping my arms around his shoulders, pulling myself against him as tightly as I could.
Fuck, I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more.
More.
More.
More!
I couldn’t feel my hands, but I did my best raking my nails along his shoulders as he carried me away, I didn’t know where, I didn’t care. I heard a crash, a few of them, and then my ass was put on something cold.
He finally broke away from me, his lips going to my neck only for his teeth to sink into it a second later.
I groaned, dragging my nails down his chest, leaving trails of blood in their wake, finding his belt only to struggle and whine. My hands were numb. I couldn’t get his pants undone. “Everett,”I whimpered.
He pulled back and grabbed my neck, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Stop saying my name.”
I could see the need in his gaze. The way he craved me as much as I craved him. “Everett,” I whispered, pushing him, watching his lip curl into a snarl. “Fuck,Everett,” I moaned, tightening my legs around his hips, jerking him forward.
He snarled, unbuckled his belt and kissed me hot and deep. A second later, pain exploded across my left breast, forcing me to rip away and cry out.
He pulled the other clamp off, and I cried out again. “You fucker,” I panted.
“You should listen.”
“I did listen, I just didn’t want to fucking obey you. I’m not a dog.”
He smiled and pulled my head against his. “Woof woof,” he taunted. His hand wrapped around the back of my ass, and he jerked me forward.
The snarl on my lips quickly turned to a moan when I felt the tip of his cock slide right into me.
I groaned, rocking my hips forward, his cock sliding deeper into me, stretching me, filling me just as that .45 had, maybe even more.
He slid in another inch.
Fuck, definitely more.
Everett panted, keeping his hand around my throat, his forehead against mine as he shoved his hips forward.
I grunted, my cunt clamping down around him as he sank deeper into me. “God, that has to be it.”
He laughed, the chuckle setting my soul on fire. He shoved it deeper. “Relax, Olivia, be a good little brat for me and breathe deep.”
I slid my hands up his shoulders, digging my nails in deep,forcing myself to relax.
He must have felt the shift because that very second, he slammed into me.
I cried out, our breath mingling, our hearts racing. “Oh,fuck.” I could feel him throbbing inside of me, it was everything I wanted and so much more. I could feel myself stretching around him, but even completely relaxed, it was a tight, euphoric fit. God, it waseverything.
He pulled out and shoved back in, testing the waters, so to speak, hitting that overly sensitive spot on the way back in. “Tell me what you want, writer.”
I grit my teeth, sliding a hand back into his hair, keeping his forehead against mine. “I want to see your face while you fuck me like I ran off and you had to hunt me down and punish me for it,” I whispered.
A creepy little smile touched his lips. “Then take it off.”
My eyes widened, my breath hitching. I didn’t waste any time, fearing he might take it back. Gripping his hair in one hand, I reached over with my other and carefully lifted his mask off.
