The Art of Obsession (Savage Stalkers #1)

38. “Beg for it, Little Quill.”

38

“Beg for it, Little Quill.”

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“Addicted” – Enrique Iglesias

CAL

I can’t fucking get enough of her.

Proof when I’ve got her forced against the ledge of the bath, her upper half draped across the tile, pretty, pierced tits bouncing as I pummel her ass again. Her nails claw at the tile, and her cries fill the air. But I can tell she’s close. She’s grinding against the ledge, trying to get friction. But I slam my hand down on that plump ass and jerk her away, dominating her, reminding her I control her pleasure.

“You want your ass fucked, Everleigh?” I pull out to the tip, feeling her clench hard, trying to hold me. I lightly squeeze her left breast, careful not to touch the piercings. “Beg for it.”

“Uhm, no,” she sobs and tries to pull away.

Gripping her hair, I yank her head back and set my teeth at her jaw. “Admit it. You love me fucking your ass. You can’t get enough of it. The way I make you feel. The way I make you come.”

“Go to hell,” she spits, her eyes burning.

Oh, I’m going to give her ass hell.

Gripping the back of her neck, I force her down harder and slam my hand against her backside—over and over until her flesh is the color of roses. Until tremors rip through her as she whimpers with need.

Turning her around, shoving her against the ledge so it chafes her reddened ass, I position my dick against her forbidden hole and impale her. Her wail is music to my ears. She throws her head back, exposing her neck as I work her up and down on my cock. Her tits swing and bounce with every stab and thrust.

I open my mouth on her throat, digging my teeth in until she’s swallowing hard and moaning. When I stab my fingers inside her, she clenches, clamping down—far too close to her orgasm. I jerk them out, and she sobs. Her hands thrash, scratching at my chest and neck.

With a growl, I force her upper half back until she’s arched against the tile, my dick still buried in her. One hand chains her wrists to her stomach, and with the other, I slap her mound. My strikes are hard and punishing, and yet, she lifts her hips, silently wanting more.

“Dirty girl,” I mutter and bring my hand down again, targeting her clit.

“Ow! Enough already!” .

“God, you’re wet, so slutty, so filthy.” I lower my fingers to her folds, soaked and slippery from her arousal, labia inflamed from my palm.

“Just let me come!”

“Not until you confess,” I tell her, pinching her clit. I touch her left nipple. She cries out, writhing, her wrists struggling against my hold, but my muscles bulge, far stronger. I slide out of her ass halfway, then spear her again, covering her mouth with mine to consume her scream.

I lift my hand from her breast to her throat, reminding her of my control. Squeezing her throat, I constrict her air while feeding her my own. She must surrender, knowing I hold her life in my hands.

“Cal!” she rasps, her nails clawing at my hands.

When her skin turns pale, I release her throat, freeing her to gasp, taking in a deep gust of air from my lungs.

I drive myself deeper and deeper inside her ass. She’s gripping me like a clamp, and I sense her pussy muscles squeezing. Withdrawing completely, I push back inside again, repeating the process, swallowing her whines as I plunder her mouth, tongue flicking against hers.

It’s taking all my willpower to keep from coming. I bite her lower lip to regain some control. Hard enough to draw blood and make her whimper before I lick the blood from the plush flesh.

“Come now, Little Quill.” I hover above her lips, pulling her eyes to mine. “Tell me, for science purposes. Swallow your fucking pride. And tell me. Is this tight, soaked cunt aching?” I palm her, sliding two fingers to the knuckle. “Tell me how good my cock feels inside your ass. No more lies. I dare you to lie to me, to tell me you don’t want this. You love when your master fucks you with his big cock.”

Her eyes meet mine, glazed but burning. Her thighs shake. Her breaths are tattered. But I can sense her softening, the battle retreating, her white flag raising.

When I feel her inner muscles fluttering, I pull my fingers out, slam my hand down on her again, and jerk out my cock.

“Please!” she whines, throwing her head back.

“That’s better. Please what, Everleigh?”

Coiling a hand around her neck, I pull her face back to mine, prime my length at her anal opening, and linger here. “Beg me, Little Quill. Beg me to fuck your tight, little ass, fuck you harder than ever.”

I brandish my worst dirty expression, dangerous and carnal. Heat thrashes in my blood. My cock throbs, needing her more than ever, but I can see her will crumbling.

One flutter of her eyelashes. Then, Everleigh narrows her gray war storm eyes on mine, and parts her lips to say, “Fine, you bastard! Please fuck me. Fuck my ass.”

“Tell me to punish you,” I growl, anchoring my hand at the base of her neck.

“Ugh, punish me. Please just fuck me!” The last word leaves in a screech.

Releasing her wrists, I grip her hips and slam her down on my cock.

As I fuck her ass to hell, the reflection of the water of the tanks ripples along her skin in golden currents, reminding me of some siren from the shimmery pools of heaven. My sweet historian clutches my arms, digging her nails into my biceps as I thrust, filling her ass with my thick girth, fucking her.

When she lowers her fingers to her clit, I smirk. “That’s right, my horny girl. You play with that pretty clit. Take your pleasure. Take it from me. Come with me.”

With a furious rubbing of that swollen nub, with one great stab inside her ass, our climaxes tear through us like a tidal wave. She wrecks me, clamping down so hard, she smothers my dick as I shoot my cum inside her. Then fall against her, collapsing against her body.

Once we come down from the high, I slap the tile beside her and touch my lips to her jaw. “Fucking owned.”

Breathless, my sweet Everleigh tips her head onto my shoulder and murmurs, “Moon and stars, Cal.”

I pull out immediately. I will honor my word to her.