Page 57 of Enemy of the Heart

I shudder as he unexpectedly spats, his saliva running down my crack. He removes his digits, my natural lubrication coating his fingers as he presses one against the tight ring.

“Relax for me, Lou.”

I do as he commands, forcing my muscles to release their tension. When he begins to finger-fuck me, I can’t help but whine. He groans, adding a second finger, and I slowly begin to move my hips, adjusting to the incredible intrusion. Eventually, he slides a third finger into me, stretching me as much as possible, priming me for his fat cock.

“I wish you could see yourself all stretched out for me.”

I clench around him instinctively, and he grunts, spreading his fingers wide as he slides them deeper. The unmistakable sound of his trousers being shoved down ricochets off the concrete walls, and he’s suddenly plowing into my aching cunt.

He reaches around with his free hand to stroke my throbbing clit. The sensory overload has me falling apart within moments. I chant his name as my entire body trembles. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. The orgasmic wave crashes over me, obliterating me in the best way.

Sean fucks me through my climax, matching the punishing pace of his thrusts with the tempo of his fingers in my arse. My knees ache as they drill into the hard floor, but I let the sensation feed my arousal, and another keening moan reverberates through the room when the overwhelming sensations threaten to attack me. He’s rubbing my clit in a perfect rhythm, so it’s not long before another orgasm threatens to overtake me.

“Keep coming for me, and I’ll give you what you really want.” His order is stern and sharp. In our reflection, Sean’s eyebrows crease while his jaw tics. I whimper, my cunt overly sensitive now. My eyes burn as tears prick the backs of my eyes. “You look incredible with your tight ass eating my fingers.”

He must know the effect his lewd, wicked words have on me because with his next powerful thrust, I completely and utterly fall apart…again. I cry out, the release somehow more powerful than any before it. “Sean!” I scream when the tremors don’t seem to subside.

I don’t even realize anything’s happened until his menacing chuckle vibrates against my skin. “That’s my dirty girl, soaking the floor.”

Before the tremors have even begun to subside, he’s pinching my clit all over again. Tears fall down my face in earnest as I devolve into a messy shell of myself.

He spits on my hole once again before withdrawing his cock and gripping me by the hips. Dragging me off the bench, he sets me in his lap so that I’m facing him.

Dazedly, I plant my feet on either side of his hips as he positions himself at my rear entrance.

“This is going to hurt,” he warns.

Not any more than having my toenails ripped out. We both know that saliva isn’t the same as lube, but I like it when it aches, so I sink onto him in feverish desperation to have him fill me.

He’s right; it hurts, but I bask in the pain, letting it nourish my arousal. I relinquish a long moan as he slowly pushes into me, my body hoovering him up.

A string of unrestrained curses flies from Sean’s lips that are tipped back toward the ceiling, mirroring my own language. It feels like forever before he’s fully seated, but when his massive erection finally fills me completely, my eyes find the back of my skull. I rest my forearms on his incredibly muscled traps, lifting slightly, using his shoulders for leverage as I shift my hips, silently imploring him to move.

“Always so greedy for me to fuck you,” he remarks, the corners of his mouth curling slightly. My heels scramble for purchase behind him, but he grips my hips. While his gaze is still dark, there’s something new there now, something…tender. “I love being inside you, Lou.”

He reaches up and swipes the hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear, almost reverently. Between that and the look in his eye, I feel as though he’s just redirected things down a different path, one that seems a lot more like making love than getting fucked into next week.

Engaging my quads, I raise up, about to take control of the situation and ride him like a racehorse, but his hold on my waist becomes firm and dominating.

“Hey.” He reminds me who’s in charge with only the flex of his fingers. “Slow down, baby.”

Now that he’s back in control, he starts rocking, and I match the movements as he finds my clit. It feels good…really good, and I begin to steadily rise and fall over his cock. I close my eyes, my body feeding on the frenzy of sensations.

His hand gently slides into the back of my hair. “Look at me, Lou. Watch my face as I claim you this way.”

Where my moans were frantic earlier, they’re of the sensual variety now. Small, guttural groans rattle in Sean’s throat between breathy pants. Male moans are severely underrated. Heat spreads through me faster than a forest fire, my hips gently bucking and rocking.

His face is carved from dreams, his gaze reverent as he takes me in. Our bodies slot together seamlessly as he bands his free arm around my waist and holds me to him. “Fuck, Lou, you were made for me.”

I kiss him. Our lips tangle as my body hums a lovely tune I’ve never heard before. I lean back slightly and groan as he hits something deep and delicious inside me. Sliding my tongue inside his mouth, I explore him. The experience is sultry, transcendent even, and I wonder if I’ve been cast into another realm of pleasure, perhaps another planet.

I’m wholly annihilated. Sean infiltrates every cell of my body, our connection sparking to life, sating the vicious-tongued beast within me. My vision fractures and blurs, my body splintering and convulsing. My pussy and arse tighten and spasm as I lose myself to rapture.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” Sean praises me as I float down from my high like calm snow falling from menacing grey clouds.

I’ve never known euphoria like the kind he’s introduced me to, and I never want to know ecstasy at anyone else’s hands again. We were made for each other.

He spills himself inside me with a gravelly, masculine groan. As our heartbeats slow and synchronize, we sit there, our bodies and souls locked together on the floor. As he tucks me tightly to his chest, I smile broadly against his skin, completely lost in utter bliss. He’d promised at Ex-I that he’d claim me this way. While it was far better than I could’ve imagined, I never could’ve anticipated the warm, fuzzy feelings that the experience has left me with.