willing my body to accept the pain as pleasure.
I’m torn in too many directions—too many sensations assault me to focus on any one feeling. With each swirl over my clit, my body spasms, my walls tightening around him. His thick groans follow each contraction, encouraging his heavy thrusts. As if my body’s refusal to accept him only drives him deeper, his thrusts coming more forceful, more possessive.
His chest presses against my back, the friction of his taut muscles bearing down on me a pleasurable command over my body’s resistance. And as he pins me against the table, delivering a brutal fucking…a euphoric clarity grips me.
I crave this .
I accused him of being sick…of getting some twisted fix…but it’s me who desires to be forced into submission—me who called out to him. Pleading to be dominated.
I’m the one who willed this man into my life.
I’m going to give you everything you begged of me.
As his words ring true, answering my beckoning cry, fiery currents sweep along my body. Blazing. Destructive. A fierce orgasm rips through me.
I scream. And scream. Over stimulated. Unable to lock on to any one point of origin as the orgasm detonates all over; a trail of devastation left in its wake as my body sags from the outpour.
He’s not slowing. Not stopping. Battering my insides with a vicious pounding that I’m suddenly afraid will break me…just as he promised. My mind tries to drift—tries to tunnel under the pressure…
“Stay with me,” he rasps, increasing his thrusts as if he’s a machine, bent on making me feel everything. “My fuck toy doesn’t get off that easy.”
He releases my breasts only to grab my hair, forcing me flat against the table. His other hand lifts up on my mound, kicking my ass up toward him as he rams inside, harder and harder, my screams barely masking his groans.
Soon, the pain builds into another all-consuming pressure that has me cringing against the cold steel table, my skin aflame and muscles straining. I ache…everywhere. But the pulse of his cock matches the rhythm of my racing heart, and when he drives in a final time, I shatter. I’m so wet he slicks against me as he bears down to keep inside, his own release thrumming deep and hot within me, shooting electric currents through my back.
I’m lost. So lost. All I can do is feel and breathe through the aftershocks as he pulls out of me and scoops my languid body into his arms. Arms that are still strong despite having worked so hard, like his chest that cradles me securely, as he walks us toward the bedroom.
He lays me down on the cool sheets, his heat pouring off him and covering me from above as he hovers. His eyes meet mine, and I swear I glimpse a flicker of fear behind the hard mask. Just a second to see beneath…and then it’s gone. His mouth firm as he drags a hand down my body.
“I can’t let you go now,” he says, his voice resolute.
It’s right on the tip of my tongue. My avowal to never want to be released.
But he steals that, too. His mouth dips down, his lips sealing over mine. Our tongues mingle and taste, slowly, tenderly, so in conflict with his demanding, controlling nature. I moan into the kiss, irrevocably sated.
When he pulls away, a beautiful smile curves his lips. “I fear I’m going to break my word.” His gaze flits over my face, inspecting the furrow of my brow. He brushes his fingers across my skin, smoothing away the crease. “I told you I’d give back what I take, but I fear that’s impossible now, Alexis. I simply can’t stop myself from taking.”
Though I should be alarmed, his confession sends a tingling thrill coursing through my blood. He’s there too now—coursing along my veins, speeding my pulse. Traveling right to that pumping organ his touch threatens to combust.
“So,” he says, seating himself between my thighs. “You best confess what you need from me, before I completely devour you.”
There’s no tease in his tone. The seriousness
I’m torn in too many directions—too many sensations assault me to focus on any one feeling. With each swirl over my clit, my body spasms, my walls tightening around him. His thick groans follow each contraction, encouraging his heavy thrusts. As if my body’s refusal to accept him only drives him deeper, his thrusts coming more forceful, more possessive.
His chest presses against my back, the friction of his taut muscles bearing down on me a pleasurable command over my body’s resistance. And as he pins me against the table, delivering a brutal fucking…a euphoric clarity grips me.
I crave this .
I accused him of being sick…of getting some twisted fix…but it’s me who desires to be forced into submission—me who called out to him. Pleading to be dominated.
I’m the one who willed this man into my life.
I’m going to give you everything you begged of me.
As his words ring true, answering my beckoning cry, fiery currents sweep along my body. Blazing. Destructive. A fierce orgasm rips through me.
I scream. And scream. Over stimulated. Unable to lock on to any one point of origin as the orgasm detonates all over; a trail of devastation left in its wake as my body sags from the outpour.
He’s not slowing. Not stopping. Battering my insides with a vicious pounding that I’m suddenly afraid will break me…just as he promised. My mind tries to drift—tries to tunnel under the pressure…
“Stay with me,” he rasps, increasing his thrusts as if he’s a machine, bent on making me feel everything. “My fuck toy doesn’t get off that easy.”
He releases my breasts only to grab my hair, forcing me flat against the table. His other hand lifts up on my mound, kicking my ass up toward him as he rams inside, harder and harder, my screams barely masking his groans.
Soon, the pain builds into another all-consuming pressure that has me cringing against the cold steel table, my skin aflame and muscles straining. I ache…everywhere. But the pulse of his cock matches the rhythm of my racing heart, and when he drives in a final time, I shatter. I’m so wet he slicks against me as he bears down to keep inside, his own release thrumming deep and hot within me, shooting electric currents through my back.
I’m lost. So lost. All I can do is feel and breathe through the aftershocks as he pulls out of me and scoops my languid body into his arms. Arms that are still strong despite having worked so hard, like his chest that cradles me securely, as he walks us toward the bedroom.
He lays me down on the cool sheets, his heat pouring off him and covering me from above as he hovers. His eyes meet mine, and I swear I glimpse a flicker of fear behind the hard mask. Just a second to see beneath…and then it’s gone. His mouth firm as he drags a hand down my body.
“I can’t let you go now,” he says, his voice resolute.
It’s right on the tip of my tongue. My avowal to never want to be released.
But he steals that, too. His mouth dips down, his lips sealing over mine. Our tongues mingle and taste, slowly, tenderly, so in conflict with his demanding, controlling nature. I moan into the kiss, irrevocably sated.
When he pulls away, a beautiful smile curves his lips. “I fear I’m going to break my word.” His gaze flits over my face, inspecting the furrow of my brow. He brushes his fingers across my skin, smoothing away the crease. “I told you I’d give back what I take, but I fear that’s impossible now, Alexis. I simply can’t stop myself from taking.”
Though I should be alarmed, his confession sends a tingling thrill coursing through my blood. He’s there too now—coursing along my veins, speeding my pulse. Traveling right to that pumping organ his touch threatens to combust.
“So,” he says, seating himself between my thighs. “You best confess what you need from me, before I completely devour you.”
There’s no tease in his tone. The seriousness
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