44. Lilah
44
LILAH
I didn’t recognize the scream that tore from my mouth as he drove into me.
I should have been prepared. He’d had his whole fucking hand inside my pussy and I couldn’t get enough of it.
But this was different. A pillaging of my body, a possession.
The mirror was cool under my palms but the rest of my body was on fire as he dragged out of me, his gaze never leaving mine in the mirror as he pushed back in, tunneling through my engorged pussy.
“That’s right,” he said. “Watch me while I fuck you.”
The words were kerosene on the wildfire torching my body, and I pushed back against him, making it clear I wanted more.
That I wanted all of it.
He grabbed on to my shoulders and pushed me harder onto his cock, driving so far inside me that he hit my cervix, a shiver of pleasure-pain traveling up my spine, making my nipples even harder, lighting up every nerve in my body.
I gasped. “Yes… give it all to me… Fuck me, Rafe.”
He grunted and pounded back inside me. “Say it again. Say my name again.”
“Rafe.” I dropped my head, leaning my forehead against the mirror, relieved to finally say the name that had been beating through my dreams since I’d moved into the house with the three men I had no business trusting. “Rafe.”
“That’s right, Lilah.” He reached up with one hand and took a fistful of my hair in his hand, pulled my head back, and forced me to look at him in the mirror again. “I’m the one inside you. I’m the one who owns you now.”
I was on fire, an orgasm surging through my body like a rising tide, desperate for release.
He drove into me harder and faster. I met every thrust with my own, pushing back against his cock on the downstroke, pulling away when he dragged out of me, wanting maximum penetration.
Wanting him deeper. Wanting all of him. Because if he was going to own me — and right now he did — I was going to own him too.
My entire body tingled. “I’m going to come, Rafe.”
“Fuck yes, you are. Let me feel that sweet pussy come on my cock.”
The words sent me over the edge and I broke apart, shuddering around his dick, clamping down on him. He groaned, spilling inside me, driving into me in a frenzy, our bodies slapping together as we rutted like animals, falling into the abyss of our release.
I didn’t stop moving until the tremors stopped wracking my body, and I fell against the mirror as he dropped his head to my shoulder, his hands sliding around my waist, pulling me tightly against him until I didn’t know where he ended and I began.
I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, molded together by the sweat of our fucking, but it wasn’t until my breath returned to normal that I realized something.
We hadn’t used a condom.