I bite my lip, then quickly put on an air of bravado. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’ve seen you come countless times. I know what you look like when you’re lost in an orgasm.”
“Maybe I’ve changed.”
“Maybeyouhave, but your body hasn’t.” He shifts, one hand going to the back of my neck and holding me. The other travels down and pushes three thick fingers inside me. The invasion stretches me, shock waves rippling out. I gasp, staring up at him in surprise. “See? Your cunt can never be satisfied by two of your slim, anemic fingers. It wants to be filled tight.Like this.”
He pulls back a little, then thrusts them in, deeper and harder this time. I moan helplessly as pleasure washes over me.
“And your angle’s wrong. Your hips need to be like this, so my thumb can rub against your clit. Your body has always been greedy for me.” The pad of his thumb circles over my clit as he pumps his fingers. Electric jolts shake through me, tingling my nerve endings until I’m writhing against him.
“And your tits want to be sucked and nipped.” His mouth closes over my nipple.
My back arches, this time like a bow pulled tightly. He knows exactly how much suction I need, how to flick his tongue to produce the maximum reaction.
The sensual assault overwhelms me. I was wet before; now I’m soaking.
I brace my heels at the edge of the table as I arch, rock, buck…and come. But he doesn’t stop touching me. He thrusts harder, his thumb circling over my swollen clit, and his mouth sucks the other breast like he’s a man on a mission.
I whimper, aroused and alarmed that he’s turned the tables on me, even as my pelvis moves shamelessly against his hand. Another brutal orgasm breaks over me. I grip him hard, digging my fingers into his hair, holding his head to my breast.
He turns a little, letting my nipple out of his mouth. His breath fans over the overstimulated tip, making me shiver with prickling pleasure. “You like that? But this greedy little body is still unsatisfied.” He pushes in deeper. “It’s still begging for more, getting wetter. It wants to be really filled.” He unbuckles his pants, pushing his clothes down.
His cock springs out, and I tremble at the size. The shaft is thicker than I remember, dark veins pulsing along the long length. The plum-shaped head is rounder and bigger. Precum drips down.
He wraps his large hand around the shaft, but can’t hold it all. He gives it a good pump, his breathing roughening. My mouth dries.
Still, a sliver of sanity wins out. “No sex without a rubber.”
“Don’t worry.” He pulls out a foil packet from his pants pocket and tears it with his teeth.
The second he sheathes himself, he drives into me, balls deep. I cry out at the ruthless invasion. The feel of him can’t compare to his fingers—so thick and long and hot and pulsing. It hits the spot deep inside me just right, making my vision haze with a pleasure so intense I can’t breathe.
The rhythm he sets is brutally hard and fast, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust, the bobbing making my breasts jiggle. I twist as ecstasy swells, crackling through my veins. He returns to my nipple, sucking it in and trapping it between the roof of his mouth and tongue. The pleasure building inside me is so intense, it’s almost painful. I pant helplessly, moans vibrating through my arched throat.
“Please… Bryce… It’s too much…”
He shows no mercy, driving into me with ruthless focus.
Lust burns white hot. I wrap my legs around him to control his thrusts and get him to slow down, but soon I realize I’m actually using him as an anchor so I can move my pelvis to match his cock.
A tidal wave of an orgasm crashes through me. I scream, clutching him hard, afraid I’ll be lost if I let go. My pussy spasms, clenching his cock. It’s almost like my body needs a moment to gather itself. But he doesn’t stop. He is a man on a mission to show me who’s in charge.
Without giving me a chance to catch my breath, he slams into me.
“Give me a second—”
“Why? You’re taking my cock like your pussy is made for me,” he says between pants. His cock feels even thicker and longer.How is that possible?“You’re gripping me like you can’t bear to let go.” He rams into me so hard that I feel it all the way to my tingling scalp.
Another intense climax washes through me. I can’t even scream as I shake under him. He drives into me a couple more times, then finally lets out a guttural groan as his entire body tenses and he empties himself.
I lie on the table, limp as a rag doll, struggling to drag in air. My heart hammers so fast and loud, I can’t seem to hear anything over the sound of my pulse.
Bryce wasn’t like this before.He was insatiable in bed, but not so ruthless and driven. Even though he’s given me multiple orgasms, not one was about us. It was more about something else—dominance…control…who belongs to whom.
He’s made his point.I’d forgotten how my body reacts to him—it’s like he’s made of some unholy aphrodisiac. Or maybe I thought I wouldn’t respond to him like that anymore because of our breakup.
I tense at another thought:Is he seeing somebody?He’s from the Huxley family, and their motto—pietas et unitas—is famous. Loyalty and unity. The family lives by it. Some of them don’t commit at all, but if they do marry, they’re faithful to their spouses. But I’m not a Huxley, so Bryce doesn’t owe me anything. He might have a girlfriend he cherishes, but wants me on the side as a fucktoy for when he feels horny but doesn’t want to jerk off.
