I hold my breath as he brings the swollen crown of his cock to my entrance. My legs are spread so far, and I’m so wet, we’re both so wet, that he splits me easily. I moan as he fills me, sinking into me slowly, inch by inch. He fills me completely, right to the hilt, before he pulls out slowly, agonizingly slowly, completely. I glance down between my legs again and stare at his dick there, the crown nestled between my folds, parting me before he flexes his hips and pushes forward. He pulls out after he fills me again, slick and shiny, wet with our juices. He does it over, again and again, so slow and methodical, but so fucking hot and dirty that my legs begin to shake.
“You like watching me fuck your sweet, tight cunt?” he says behind me, his voice rough and raw.
“Oh my god, yes,” I respond, arching back into his touch.
“No god here. Just me. The man who’s gonna make you come all over my dick.”
While he’s setting that slow, burning rhythm, grinding into me so hard at the end that his balls smack my ass, he brings his finger back to my bud and pushes in up to the first knuckle.
He pulls his cock out and slams back in while the foreign sensation of having somethingback thereassaults me. My body trembles and I grind back into him, rubbing my sensitive clit against his cock when he pulls out and slams back home.
“I know you’re close,” he croons right next to my ear. “I want to see you shatter all over this dick.”
He pushes his finger in a little more and pumps me hard with his cock, and I am so full. I’ve never felt anything close to this, a strange, sharp, painful swirling pleasure. I embrace the pain as I embrace the pleasure and on his next hard thrust, I’m gone.
The world collapses in on me, and I’m soaring and falling, the sensations at war with each other, sharp and fluid, hot and cold, sweet, pure oblivion. My entire body is still clenching, trembling, rocking back and forth, grinding and bearing down, still dazed and riding high, when Steel pulls out, grips my ankles, and spins me around roughly. I’m confused when he hauls me up, still dazed from the force of the orgasm he just gave me.
“Open those pretty lips, sweetheart. Open wide and take my cock inside.”
My mouth waters at his command. He tangles his hands in my hair, tugging my mouth close. I sit on the edge of the bed, my feet barely touching the floor, and lean forward. My hand grips him around the shaft, his huge, thick, pulsing shaft, and I guide him to my mouth.
The first taste of him is heaven. Rich and salty. He tastes like him, and he tastes like me, which is so fucking hot and illicit that it nearly sends me into another climax. I whimper and grind my swollen pussy against the bed.
Steel laughs darkly, but that laugh changes to a groan when my tongue slides over his cock, tasting and exploring. I dip down to taste the underside of his head before I dart it up, over the sensitive slit. I lap up the salty drops that pour from it, and my body vibrates with the deep rumble that explodes out of his chest.
He is huge, so I wrap my small palm around the base of his cock, running it down, back and up, as I lean forward to take him as deep as I can. I suck him eagerly, trying to fit him to the back of my throat without gagging.
The sounds I make are wet and sloppy, especially when he starts to thrust in and out of my mouth. I love the sounds he makes, feral manly sounds of pleasure that I’m the one to pull from him. I take his cock, every hard thrust, right to the back of my throat, even when it makes me gag. I take him, even when he hammers into my mouth so hard that drool drips from the corners of my lips and runs down my throat. I take him until tears stream down my cheeks, and I’m panting as I suck him, struggling to breathe as I hollow out my cheeks.
Steel’s voice cracks through the fog surrounding me: “Oh, yeah. I’m gonna come.”
He tries to pull out, but I grip him tightly, holding him there until he gets the message. I am going to take him. All of it.
His hands tangle more in my hair. “Seriously, Leah, can’t hold back. Gonna come right fucking now.”
I take him harder, further back, let him use my mouth, guide me with the brutal tugs to my hair. He fucks my mouth in punishing strokes, and I love it. I love the way his whole body tenses and his cock jerks violently against my tongue. I love the scalding, salty bursts that erupt there. Iswallow him down my throat, every last drop as his cock kicks in my mouth. When he’s nearly done, I let the last kick linger on my tongue, savoring the salty, earthy flavor before I swallow.
He pulls out, and I run my tongue along my lips, catching anything I missed.
“Fuck,” he says, his voice all breathy as his hand pulls back my hair to tilt my head up. “Fuck, Leah, that was…”
And as he loses his words and just stares down at me, the tears turn into real sobs.
I’m so lost. I can’t do this. I can’t betray the man I love. Not to save my mother.
Not even to save myself. I have to tell him…
Chapter Twenty-One
Steel
Those tears tug at me. All I can do is drop to my knees and gather Leah’s small form up, tuck her against my chest and offer her the shelter and protection of my arms. The thought that I’ve done this, that I’ve broken her somehow, fills me up with regret so bitter that I nearly choke on it.
“What is it, darlin’?” I stroke her hair, rubbing the strands between my fingers. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry. I knew I was too rough. I—”
“No.” She shakes her head, then looks up at me with tear-stained eyes and swollen cheeks. “No, you didn’t hurt me. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me.” She swipes at her tears and pulls away. “I’m the betrayer. I’m the one who was supposed to hurt you, but I can’t do it.”
Rage begins to coil in my chest, but I swallow it back. “Tell me.” It is a gentle command because the destruction of her beauty, the sorrow in her eyes tell me all that I need. She’s broken herself for me, and my anger is misplaced in the face of that tremendous sacrifice.
