Page 87 of Axe


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After that, he returned to the bed, crawling over me as a predatory animal would do. With his hands on the bed beside my head, he leaned over. How many kisses would be enough with this man? Never enough.

This time, liquid flowed into my mouth, quenching my thirst. When he pulled back, his smile was one of mischief. “I couldn’t allow you to remain parched.”

“How did you know?”

“I just did.” He settled between my legs, taking his time to rub his fully erect cock against my wetness.

If I’d had any thought of denying him for any reason, that just wasn’t going to happen. I was on fire, my core a million degrees. Seconds later, the thick head of his shaft pressed against my entrance.

But he didn’t thrust inside, waiting as if to see what I’d do. Of course, my body responded, my hips lifting in an unspoken attempt to convince him to finally fuck me.

He peered down, watching as I shifted my hips back and forth. He forced me to wait even longer, stroking the base of his cock. “Is this what you hunger for?”

“Not at all.”

“You know what will happen if you lie to me.”

“You keep saying that, but I think you’re just bluffing.” I looked away, yawning on purpose.

His laugh was low and throaty, without even an inflection of disbelief. He thought he knew me and had an idea of how to handle me. “When are you going to learn that I will always do exactly as I say?”

“Never.”

Without any warning, he drove the entire length into me. Was the man trying to prove me wrong? Whatever the case, I was stunned by how thick and hard he was, my muscles aching. Perhaps from the hard fucking we’d done a couple of days before.

I grabbed his arms, digging my fingernails into his skin. He was undaunted, pulling out and holding just the tip inside as he peered down at me.

“Are you going to obey those rules I mentioned?” he asked while shifting his hips back and forth. Did he not understand the friction he was causing? Did he not realize he was driving me crazy? Or did he simply not care?

“I don’t think so.”

He plunged into me again, both of us gasping for air from his sudden, forceful action. He repeated the move, leaving mebreathless and aching. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, the gleam in his eye telling.

Damn him even more than before.

The way he was controlling me was so easy for him. He thrust hard and fast several times, the pleasure building until I could barely think straight. All the while with his intense control he didn’t blink even once. Perhaps he didn’t want to miss any moment of my full surrender.

With every brutal thrust, I responded like a drug addict needing a fix. I was absorbed in the sex, so much so I could no longer control my body. The betrayal was as frustrating as it was amazing.

All the while, he was loving every second of driving me insane. He pulled one leg over his shoulder, taking his time to develop yet another rhythm now that he acted as if he knew exactly what I needed at all times.

The fucking was hard, even savage and the way my body responded left me even more breathless than before. While he’d been somewhat unsure of what we were doing two nights ago, not any longer. He’d learned every nuance of my body and exactly what I craved.

So much so that the moment I closed my eyes, he smacked his hand on my bottom. The effect was jarring and wonderful, pushing gasps from my lips.

Axe was pleased with himself, cracking his palm on my bottom once again. The sting was hot and hard, creating even more wetness between my legs.

“This is what happens when naughty girls don’t understand their place and don’t follow the rules.”

“I think you mean a woman. Don’t you?” I pushed my hands against his chest, forcefully kneading his muscles. He seemed amused at what I was doing, his eyebrows arched in surprise.

Or perhaps appreciation.

“You like it when I’m rough with you,” he gritted out, although the sound was much more like an animal’s growl than a man in heat.

I could tell his condition was no better than mine, his desire keeping his jaw clenched and his muscles tense. I had to admit I did enjoy having such an effect on him.

“Not at all.”