Chapter 13 #2
Every time she lifted her hips, I took a deep, heavy breath, which seemed to delight her.
but soon she was too far gone, her hunger as intense as mine.
Finally, she was bucking against me, moving both of us and the bed in a calculated rhythm.
I was amused how the headboard clicked against the wall in a monotonous tone.
With her eyes cinched shut and her knees pressed tightly against my hips, I continued watching her.
Until I couldn’t do it any longer.
I tossed her onto her back, taking over. This time, there was no holding back. I yanked one leg around my waist then the other, remaining in a position over her. I wanted to study her face when I erupted. I needed to see her expression when I filled her with my seed.
There was no holding back, no way of me slowing down.
Violet didn’t seem to care, doing everything she could to match my deep strokes.
I was at the point of finally allowing satisfaction when she managed to catch me off guard.
She used her strong leg muscles and somehow, she flipped us both over.
The force was enough I thumped on my back.
Whether the wind was knocked out of me from her actions or the need furrowing inside I didn’t know.
What I did know was that she was driving me crazy. More than any other woman had ever done.
She had that ability, an uncanny way of making me feel as if she honestly believed she was in control.
There was joy in her eyes, this nothing more than a competition. At least for the moment. Hidden behind her enchanting eyes was a former life. Still easy for me to see.
But the game was on, two adults sparring even in the act of passion.
So I allowed her to think she was winning, her fingers now claws as she bucked like a wild animal. Every move was fueled by a wildness in her eyes, the woman completely letting go. I was all for it, even rolling my arms behind my head to prolong the act.
She was frustrated I wasn’t participating, rising almost all the way off my body before coming down. Damn, the woman was forceful, pushing the air right from my lungs. I decided to one up her, almost tossing us both to the floor by accident. Which allowed her a chance to scramble away from me.
In her attempt to get away, with an accidental kick of her foot, I was dumped to the floor.
Where in the hell did she think she was going? Popping my head up, I glared at her as she raced toward the bathroom.
Oh, no, she was not going to lock me out.
She underestimated my abilities as well.
I was up and in two long strides had her in my arms. I was the one who slapped my hand across her mouth to keep her from screeching too loudly.
The last thing I wanted was to be interrupted.
A man could only handle but so many minutes with blue balls.
Maybe that’s why I was even rougher with her, spinning her around and walking her back to the bed. A single stomp on my foot and she managed to free herself.
Again.
Who in the hell was this woman?
She had nowhere to go and we did a little dance just like the one we’d done in the woods.
Only this time, I had the upper hand.
Yet she was practiced in the art of escape. When I lunged toward her, she jumped onto the bed on her feet, almost to the other side where she could jump off. Yet I snagged her ankle, yanking her down onto all fours.
That was it. What man didn’t enjoy a solid game of cat and mouse. Or perhaps in this regard, of lion and antelope. And I was the damn lion no matter what she’d try to say to me.
“You beast,” she hissed, her voice almost inaudible.
I had to wonder how much fun it would be if she was allowed to scream her head off. Maybe a little primal hunt? The thought would be welcomed later. Not now. Not when my balls were hanging low and my cock was standing at full attention and had been for fifteen plus minutes.
With my hand wrapped around her hair, I finally managed to hold her in place even though she scratched at the bedding, trying to crawl free.
I was having none of it, thrusting my dick as deep inside her sweet pussy as physics would allow. My actions stunned us both into near silence, only our ragged breathing heard.
“You are… So bad.”
“Yeah, I am, brat. You should get used to that.” I laughed and smacked my hand on her backside before pulling out and plunging into her again.
This time, I’d knocked all the fight out of her.
For now. I knew better than to close my eyes.
Being able to pound into her was sheer joy.
Even with my tight hold, the way she was able to meet every brutal thrust was incredible, kicking up the desire and the momentum.
We were both completely out of breath, my face covered in slickened sweat. Beads slipped off my face and onto her back, running down on both sides. Somehow, that was as sexy as everything else. Every sound was exaggerated, including how my balls slapped against her pussy.
The moment was completely savage and I loved every bit of it.
I pushed her long and hard, using every ounce of stamina to keep going. But that could only last so long.
We were both out of steam, every sound completely guttural.
There was no way of focusing, but I tried, gasping for air as I quickly began to lose control.
As soon as I did, I sucked in and held my breath. Jesus. Every ounce of me was on fire. Every nerve was seared.
And every muscle was riddled with pain.
But the moment I erupted inside, I could finally allow myself one fat smile just before we collapsed.