Chapter 23 #2
“You do?” He crooked an eyebrow, his grin the evil one that had originally annoyed me. Now I found it one of the most attractive of his many exquisite attributes. But there were several, not that I’d allow him to know. Compliments would certainly go to his big head.
I bit back a laugh. “Yep. Did you know a foretelling told me about your arrival?”
“Your magical Ouija board?”
He slipped a single finger past my swollen folds and I couldn’t fight the strangled moan. “No, silly. A fortune cookie.”
“My little gypsy.” Adding a second finger, he pumped deep inside, flexing them open to torment me as he did so incredibly well.
“Just a free spirit.”
He nipped my earlobe before driving the tip of his tongue into the shell, swirling much like my mind was doing, losing every train of thought. “And all mine.”
The thrill of hearing his possessiveness was fascinating, but I couldn’t deny the effects his words had on me. I was wild with desire, no longer capable of seeing clearly. Forget thoughts. Forget ideas. I simply needed his cock buried inside of me.
He wasn’t finished with teasing me just yet, adding a third finger, thrusting with a little more pressure while rubbing his thumb around my clit. I bucked against his hand, likely causing scars from the way my nails were digging into his skin.
If he cared, I wouldn’t know it, the man too busy concentrating on creating a deep vibration within my core.
Flames licked at every part of me, beads of perspiration trickling down both sides of my face, one falling against my lip.
The salty taste was nothing in comparison to the taste of his sweet cum.
I rubbed the flat of my hand down his stomach, wrapping my fingers around his cock. As soon as I did, he jerked my hand away. “You’re not in charge, my French flower. Not now, not ever. I think that’s something you need to get through that pretty head of yours.”
“What if I don’t?”
The single brutal slap across my bottom caused me to release a yelp. And in that moment, I felt much freer than I had before. The sadness wasn’t gone, but merely locked away for a little while so I could learn to breathe and deal with it on my own.
He pumped his fingers inside, the heat of his stare causing my cheeks to flame.
As I rocked forward, he shook his head. “Nice try, little girl.” I was surprised when he dropped to his knees, deluged by the water, but he didn’t seem to care in the least. He spread my legs wide open, pulling me close.
After blowing across my pussy, he placed my foot on the edge of the tub.
Every sound he made was guttural, deep and growling and created a wave of fantasies that were raunchy as hell. But there was nothing better than completely letting go.
I threw my head back, gripping his shoulders as he buried his face in my aching cunt. Oh, my God. Shock tore through as he violently assaulted my pussy with his tongue, licking me as a starving man would do.
“Oh. Oh…You are…”
He growled in appreciation, his actions becoming rougher.
I slapped one hand against the shower wall, nearly ripping the curtain from the rings with the other.
A startled laugh bubbled from my lips as a series of stars floated in front of my eyes.
Gasping, I undulated my hips as he thrust his tongue deep inside, using his fingers to drive me crazy while taking every drop of my cream.
Every sound he made was amplified and with his fingers digging into my skin, I was going nowhere. As I drifted closer and closer to pure ecstasy, my mind became inflamed with wild, crazy images of filth and sin. At this point, I would do anything he asked, surrendering to every need.
“My good girl,” he whispered and in response, I gripped his head, keeping him closer. Hot breath. A darting tongue. Long, thick fingers.
Seconds later, I couldn’t take it any longer, my body responding as it always did around him.
“Yes. Yes. Yes…” A rush of white-hot heat tore through me as the climax ravaged my system. He refused to stop, pushing my limits, sucking on my clit until I was so sensitive I tried to push him away.
Another growl.
A firmer hold.
My heartbeat wild and free.
A second, more sweeping orgasm crashed over me, the tingling sensations making it impossible to feel my legs. With my eyes cinched closed, my only concentration on the rapid beating of my heart, I barely realized he’d risen to his feet until he pressed me against the wall.
As soon as he slipped his arms under my bottom, he wrapped my legs around his thighs. With the hazy vision still remaining, I threw my arms over his shoulders, half laughing, half moaning while he plunged his cock into my pussy.
“Fuck. Yes.”
“So tight, little flower. So fucking wet for your master.”
His words were barely audible, but I heard every syllable, licking my lips in appreciation.
That captured his attention and soon, his lips were crushing mine.
He rocked our bodies, slow and easy at first, but the frenzy created additional desire.
Soon, he was pounding me against the shower, thrusting like a crazed savage.
Neither one of us could get enough, the insanity of the moment keeping us covered in sweat even as a shower of hot water washed away our sins. I snagged his hair in my fingers, tugging and pulling until he should have cried out in pain.
When he broke the kiss, he laughed instead, staring into my eyes as his chest heaved. “Come for me, my French flower. Come on my fucking cock.”
If he thought his instructions would… Oh. My. God. He had full control over my body, the orgasm rushing up from my toes. I pressed my head against the shower, my mouth wide open and ready to scream.
But there was no sound, nothing but a raspy whisper as the powerful moment kept me on a beautiful precipice. When I started to come down, I lolled my head on his shoulder. How in the hell was I supposed to breathe again?
Montgomery’s actions were slow and passionate, his cock continuing to throb and I could swear his shaft was swelling. My pussy muscles ached, completely stretched from his brutal actions.
Yet I craved more.
“Don’t stop,” I managed, which caused another dark grumble.
“I have no intention to.”
As soon as my feet were on the shower bottom I was turned around, my face pressed against the cool, cheap surface. He kicked my legs apart, running his fingertips down the curve of my spine. He didn’t stop there, snapping his hand against my bottom.
“You need to learn to obey me.”
“Never.” My insolence brought three more smacks of his hand. I wiggled in response only to receive four more, each one rougher than the one before.
Every synapse was on fire, every breath I took labored, but the hunger was even more explosive.
“Bad little flower.” The way he whispered the few words kept me on the precipice of sheer excitement.
The spanking continued, his hand moving from one side to the other until I was weak and desperate for his cock.
As before, he knew exactly what I craved, returning his cock to my aching pussy. Every stroke drove me against the wall, every caress keeping me in an incredible vacuum. I clawed the surface, fighting to keep standing while he fucked me.
But he wasn’t finished, smacking his hand against my aching bottom several more times. The heat between us was explosive, making it nearly impossible to breathe.
When he pulled out, a whimper immediately escaped. I shot him a look over my shoulder, panting as I did.
As always, there was a mischievous look in his eyes the steam in the shower couldn’t hide. Every calculated move he made was a perfect orchestration of my body. He’d always claimed every inch as belonging to him.
He took a deep breath as he rubbed the slickened tip of his cock up and down the crack of my ass. With his fingers firmly implanted in my heated skin, he pressed his thumb into my asshole.
“Oh, God.” I rolled onto my toes, every inch of my body shaking. He pumped the thick digit several times before pushing his cockhead against my dark hole.
The tingling sensations from before were even more intense. With slow precision, he pushed in an inch at a time. I was stiff, barely breathing. Every vibration remained electric, yet the flash of discomfort was raw and real. Still, I didn’t want him to stop.
He had no intention, gripping my hips while rolling onto the balls of his feet. The lightheaded feeling lingered as he thrust the remaining inches inside. With a dark growl, he kept the hold while he pressed kisses against the nape of my neck. The bite was as possessive as the man.
I wiggled back and forth until his cock was fully seated inside. The tingling remnants of pain quickly washed into pure euphoria. Then for the next few minutes, we rocked together, our bodies almost becoming one.
In experiencing sheer passion, the blindness to everything else was as powerful as the moment. We moved together, the sounds as he thrust into me sweet music.
My breathing remained labored, thinking an impossibility, but every sensation was exactly what I needed.
The closeness was even more special. There was no way of knowing how long his stamina would last, but I sensed the moment he was losing control.
With a squeeze of my muscles, I disobeyed him perhaps for the last time.
I took control of the moment, my disobedience rewarded when his entire body tensed seconds before he erupted deep inside.
The moment his body collapsed over mine, the explosive lust from before shifted into a feeling of comfort as well as safety.
There was nowhere else I’d rather be than in his arms.
But all I could think about were the monsters determined to tear us apart.