50. Shane
50
Shane
I ’d watched in fascination as she lost herself by using me. Never had that level of indignity felt so pure, so mutually satisfying. Montana needed it. She gets off on using men, but it’s more than that. She needed someone who could allow her to let go by being in control. I’d gladly be the one to tie her up and use her as my own fuck toy again, but this was bigger than me. This was about showing trust and accepting her demons as she promptly worked to erase mine.
Watching her beautiful face as she came made me even harder within her. I nearly busted just seeing her expression and hearing that lust-fueled cry that tore from her throat. And when she quivered around me, her walls clamping down so tightly, I prayed she’d suck me in so deep I’d be swallowed whole.
But it wasn’t enough. It will never be enough. Not in this lifetime. Not in the next.
After she untied me, I quickly flipped us over and claimed her mouth, needing to touch every available part of her body I could. Now that she’s beneath me, her smooth curves, her tight skin, and her supple ass call to me. Gripping flesh wherever I can, I hold her body to me, allowing her to suck on my tongue as I toy with her perky breasts, flicking my thumbs over those tight, budded nipples.
Temptations possess me as she releases soft little moans into my mouth, and I lose all sense of rationality. I toss her like a rag doll to her stomach, gripping her hips and angling them up into the air.
“Shane,” she murmurs into the blankets.
“Ass up,” I demand, and she arches further, spreading her thighs, surrendering to my demands.
Leaning down, I sink my teeth into her skin, biting firmly near her hip before massaging the area with my tongue. She cries out, squirming beneath me.
“I want it all, Monty.”
“You haven’t had enough of me yet?” she questions, peering over her shoulder at me.
I push her down to the mattress by her neck. “Watch your mouth, rat.”
Her comment enrages me. How could I ever feel as if I’ve had enough of her? I will never tire of this woman. She fascinates me, entices me, and sends a thrill through my bones. Her fight, grit, and tenacity are all things men of Wesley's caliber fear and are precisely the qualities that drive me to her. We’re of the same matter, her and I. Originating in dark places, carving our way out of trauma with tact and divisiveness. She and I were made for one another, and I’m just glad she’s finally awakened herself to that truth.
My tongue finds her slippery center, and I lap her up. Drinking her venom, I become delirious at the taste. My heavily hanging cock jumps in excitement as her arousal coats my face. I drive my tongue deep into her cunt, smearing her wetness down my chin as she cries out, squirming in the aftershocks of her orgasm. I flick her cunt before trailing my tongue up to meet her ass.
She squirms beneath me, so I spank her with a sharp hand.
“Ahh!” she shrills. “Fuck, that hurt—”
Smack!
I clench my jaw, enjoying the bounce of her tight flesh and the way my print stays on her, marking her.
“Say something,” I dare her. “Another word, and I fuck this ass.”
She drops her head onto the bedspread and succumbs to me, her fists gripping the blanket.
I gather the hair at her nape, fisting it and pulling it tight until her head is up and out of the blankets, giving her the chance to speak.
“What’d you say, sweetheart?”
I wind up and slap the side of her ass again, the same reddened spot where my handprint is now forming, ensuring her pain. The thrill of seeing her fullness bounce deriving something demonic from me.
“Fuck!” she curses under her breath. “Shane!”
“Mmm, thank you,” I groan, slipping my middle finger into her dripping cunt. A raspy moan vibrates from her throat, her used little hole still swollen and red from me.
“I didn’t agree to this,” she retorts. “I couldn’t help but scream.”
“Tell me you don’t want it then,” I say, dragging my sopping finger from one tight hole to the other. I spit down on her, then press the digit into her asshole, allowing her to once again adjust to the sensation she loved so much the day we first met. “Tell me you didn’t love having all your holes filled as I ravished you on camera that first day.”
Her grip on the bedding tightens, and her knuckles turn white. She groans in frustration, her body allowing the penetration of my finger.
“Seeing my pretty girl with a gem in her ass made me jealous as fuck.” I slide my finger deeper, then slowly retract it, loving the view from back here. “I wanted to stick my cock in there. All tight and warm, ready to choke my dick out. I wanted to fuck your ass senseless.”
My balls tighten as I wrap a palm around my needy cock, stroking it in a tight hold.
“That night in my room when me, you, and Sigh were all smoking? I was insanely jealous watching you two interact. The way his hands drifted across your flesh. My jaw hurt from clenching my teeth so tightly, and my mind played ruthless tricks on me. I imagined taking your ass while you sat on Sigh’s cock, watching you fuck him, meanwhile punishing your tight hole for even allowing it, spraying you both with my cum and making you clean me up, because I’m crazy enough to do it.”
“Oh god, Shane,” she breathes, writhing beneath me.
I grip the hair at her nape again, pulling her up. My lips find her ear. “But I’m fucking insane, and jealousy would have had me slitting my friend’s throat. I used to hope for the opportunity to see someone touch you, catch you in the act with your little fake boyfriend just so I could fuck you over his warm, dead body. I’ve imagined your tight little ass wrapped around my dick while staring into Wesley’s dead, dried-out eyes.”
I slowly remove my finger, watching as her hole tightens again. Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab a bottle of lube and spread it all over my reddened tip. Fear and excitement dance together in her eyes as she peers at me over her shoulder, watching as I prepare to annihilate her.
“Whatever fractures of a heart I have left are yours, Montana,” I say, pressing the tip to her awaiting hole. I guide the head in, watching in fascination as her body opens for me. I groan deeply at the snug fit around my crown, and she cries out into the crook of her elbow. “Just want you to remember that as I tear you apart.”