Page 110 of Inked in Devotion

Tortured with a good time. What is wrong with me?

His features hardened, but there was a promise of retribution in his eyes. He tore my short shorts from my legs and deliberately inhaled between my thighs. “I smell you.” He inserted a finger, followed by another. “You’re wet. Is this for me or him?”

I swallowed. I was so tweaked, I could come right there. “What do you think?”

“You’re asking for it, princess.” He raised my leg, dove in, and buried his tongue inside me. I was right, I was one flick from coming. I yelled as shudders wracked my body and my legs liquefied. He had to prop me up. The way he was eating me, holding me steady, using his nose to edge me into another orgasm. I didn’t know what the hell he was doing down there. My vision blurred as relentless spasming swept through me.

He lowered my leg and rose. His face was close to mine. “This—” He cupped my pussy. “—is mine.” Then he circled his fingers around my throat and squeezed, tipping my chin up in an unrelenting grip. I grew wetter. His domination. This possessiveness was doing it for me. Big-time.

“This mouth—” He brushed my lips. “—belongs only to me.”

His other hand moved between us, and I could hear his zipper lowering. Anticipation was killing me. I was still sensitive between my thighs.

“Fuck you, Nikolai Petrov,” I said, but I couldn’t help my smirk.

“Ah, princess, my pleasure.”

Then he lifted me and drove inside me.

His cock. Thick. Long. Hard.

He pounded me against the door with all the fury of a battering ram. I couldn’t get a word out. I sobbed and moaned. With each stroke, he hit a sweet spot that set off an unbearable explosion of pleasure. Tears were streaming down my cheeks.

It was a release I had been waiting for.

All the denial. All the control. All the logic.

Obliterated.

He backed away from the door and, still connected and with his palm under my ass, he carried me to the kitchen table.

“You don’t know how many times I wanted to bend you over this table and fuck you,” he said harshly. “You’re getting the pounding of your life, princess.”

He lowered me to my feet, but before I could react, he spun me around, bent me over, and kicked my feet apart before he slammed back inside me.

We both groaned at his delicious invasion.

His fingers gripped my hips. My right hand clung to the edge of the table. But I was merely a receptacle, a rag doll succumbing to his violent thrusts.

I was too far gone after he’d sent me soaring several times that all I could do was submit to the power of his thrusts. He was rutting inside me now. The sounds of his grunts were strangely satisfying.

I did this to him.

His cock turned to steel, a sign he was about to come. I braced for his release, but I wasn't expecting him to reach between us, rub my clit with his fingers, and send me into a renewed trajectory of pulses.

“Stop,” I moaned. “I can’t breathe. Too much.”

He grunted and drove deep and stayed.

He pulsed inside me. His cock twitched and made itself known that I was thoroughly owned.

I was panting hard, flat on my chest, when his weight left my back.

Turning my head, I spotted him backing up a few steps. I was utterly drained, too boneless and unable to move. He forced my body into angles it wasn’t used to, and I was stuck.

Then he stepped forward again, crouched, disappearing from my view. His fingers trailed from my pussy down my thigh. Then returned to insert his fingers inside me.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, self-conscious about how exposed I was.