Chapter 15 #3
The spell was broken, the desire for us both too much to limit our actions.
He lifted one of my legs, bending my knee and pressing his lips against my skin while he settled against me.
Evidently, he was masterful with everything, keeping his massive body aloft so as not to crush me with his heavy weight.
Yet that’s exactly what I wanted.
I craved feeling every inch of him. Maybe that’s why I threw my other leg around his hip. His eyes lit up with the fire I’d seen before, but his jaw remained clenched.
Remaining aloft with one hand, he used his other to rub the tip of his cock against my pussy. My soft moans were just as involuntary as almost every other action I’d had around him.
Once his cockhead was positioned at my entrance, he pushed my knee to the bed, holding it down with his palm. I didn’t expect or want him to be gentle at this point, arching my back once again in a blatant invitation.
His nostrils flared just before he thrust the entire length of his cock inside. An instant surreal moment followed. He was huge, my pussy aching as soon as he was fully seated inside. The sensations were all over the place, so electric I couldn’t breathe at first.
He did so for both of us, his chest and falling as he lifted his body. Now, with him pressing his weight against my leg, I felt pinned in. I pushed my hands against his chest, moaning softly as I did.
As he pulled out, his expression changed. Not just to another shadowed moment of darkness, but with a smirk. As if planning something.
Or…
With a brutal plunge, he drove his dick even deeper inside. How that was possible I didn’t know, but the sensations were white-hot, so much so that beads of perspiration tickled my upper lip.
The look shared between us continued, a strong tether locking the two of us in a passionate dance.
It was an unspoken agreement, a shared gravity that pulled us both in. Looking into his eyes, I felt a rush of raw, exposed desire. The savage moment was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. A beautiful chaos of two minds wanting the exact same thing.
To completely let go. Only with him, that meant taking full control, no longer bothered by standard concepts of romance.
Maybe that’s why I raked my nails down his arm, creating red lines as soon as I did from the sharp edges.
He stopped moving, his eyes narrowing. With another smirk, he drilled into me. Harder. Faster. With so much passion and fire, the bed rocked with us.
Even as he released his hold on my leg, he wasn’t finished with ensuring I knew he owned me.
At least for tonight.
He wrapped his long fingers around my throat, using his thumb to keep my head in a position where I’d be forced to look him in the eyes. From there I wrapped my other leg around him, doing everything I could to meet his brutal thrusts.
Never blinking, he developed a perfect rhythm, thrusting in long, deep strokes that filled me completely. There was no past, no future, only the rhythm of our breathing and the dizzying, overwhelming high of being entirely lost in the moment.
And I knew I’d crave this long after we were finished.
As he rocked me, his entire demeanor became more intense, his head hanging low enough I could easily kiss him.
I squeezed his arms as the ache in my core intensified, my pussy clenching and releasing to the point I closed my eyes. “Oh. Oh. Oh…”
“Come for me, sweet Penelope. Come.”
For whatever crazy reason, I realized almost no one called me by my full name. Most called me Penny. But he was so formal, so intensely perfect.
He knew my body already, slowing and shifting the angle until there was no way I could keep from obeying him. My body was like putty in his very capable hands.
As soon as I began to climax, he let out a deep roar. The sound was as much an aphrodisiac as everything else. I couldn’t hold back, the orgasm becoming so powerful, only strangled air pushed past my lips.
And he didn’t stop, his actions more tenacious and almost violent, the hard rocking creating a wall of vibrations.
But he wasn’t finished. When I began to come down from the high, he rolled us over until I was straddling him. He wasn’t interested in lying down, sitting so he could look me directly in the eyes.
He slipped his hand under my hair, squeezing my neck as my pussy muscles were doing with his throbbing cock.
The fingers of his other hand traced my spine, and it felt less like a touch and more like a jolt of electricity.
Every point of contact burned, demanding my absolute focus.
I couldn’t have looked away if my life depended on it.
I pressed my knees against him, rocking slowly at first. Neither one of us blinked. I slid my arm over his shoulder, casually tangling my fingers in his hair. I wanted him as closely pinned against me as he did with me.
Together we rocked, once again barely blinking, but studying each other almost as if from afar. Two total strangers with no real knowledge of the other and in so many ways, that made this much more exciting. For the first time, I honestly didn’t need to know more.
He was a decent man and made a good living, so he wasn’t trying to mooch off me. He certainly was a busy man so I’d have plenty of time to work on my business and from what I could tell and from his reputation, while merciless, he wasn’t a serial killer.
A plus.
I almost laughed at the ridiculousness until the sheer pleasure dragged me straight back into the moment. That and his possessive hold. We rocked together, his fingers digging into my neck while I continually tugged on his hair. Soon, we were both panting and I was bucking hard against him.
Every breath was ragged.
Every touch was passionate.
He rubbed his lips across mine.
I bit his lower lip.
He growled in response.
I purred and clawed his chest.
In those moments of letting go as my pussy spasmed, clenching as another amazing moment of sheer ecstasy rolled through me, I lost all sense of myself. And it was fabulous.
In those seconds as another orgasm swept through me, he finally released, filling me with his seed.
What to expect from here, I didn’t know.
But honestly, I just didn’t care.