CHAPTER 68
FRANKIE
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I can’t breathe. My entire body feels like it’s being electrocuted as every nerve in my system goes into overdrive. I was scared shitless when he told me to let him go, but the feeling of hanging over the city while he made me come, was something I would never think I could enjoy. But I did. It was fucking amazing and I’m still riding the high of that orgasm when he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me back into him. He settles my feet to the ground, and my legs feel like Jello. My knees buckle under me, and I have no control over my body.
“Again,”
he growls.
Fucking insatiable beast. I don’t know how much more of this I can handle, but I have to try. I’m still trying to catch my breath when he spins me around, so my back is flush against his chest. He kisses me behind the ear and trails his mouth down my neck. I tip my head away from him and I feel his canines graze against my skin.
“Bite me, Wren,”
I whimper out, and his mouth stills. “I trust you.”
I know he has some trauma association about this because of Alex, but I know he can control himself and he won’t kill me. His teeth break through and I let out a small moan. He gives one hard pull and then I feel his tongue graze against the punctures.
His hand comes around the front of my throat, and he squeezes while his mouth moves across my shoulder. He drags his fingers from my neck down between my shoulder blades and guides me to lean forward. My hands are clammy as I grip onto the banister again. His fingers wrap back around my stomach and shift down between my legs and my hips shift back into him.
My clit can’t take it. He grips the back of my neck with his other hand as I writhe in front of him. I fucking mewl for him. I can’t help it. The sounds cascade from my lips completely against my will as he pulses his fingers in a perfect rhythm. I feel his cock press against me again as he digs his fingers into my hair. My nipples pebble at the sensation and I feel my entire body break out into a cold sweat.
He slams into me and drags his cock back out slowly before slamming into me again. There’s no escaping him. He has me completely pinned to him, both physically and mentally. I cry out when another orgasm ravages my body from his unrelenting assault on my clit. I hear him chuckle deep in his throat behind me as he shifts that hand back to my hip bone. He grips into me harder and thrusts his cock into me harder still. Hard enough to throw me off balance. I stumble forward a few steps and I feel the bite of the metal railing nip against my hips.
“Wren,”
I whimper as I try to come down from the previous orgasm, but he won’t let me. He’s pushing it further and further with every long, aggressive stroke of his perfect fucking cock. Stars flicker across my vision and I’m gasping, moaning, panting. I want to claw at my own skin to try and escape this inescapable pleasure.
His panting breaths behind me and groans of pleasure as he rails me, turns me on. I’m giving him pleasure too. My pussy is so fucking wet, his cock is basically drowning in it. I still feel Wren’s cum from before, running down my inner thighs. He’s ruining me. He’s claiming me completely, and I feel joy in this moment in knowing that I’m the one who finally tamed the ruthless King. He’s fucking mine.
My pussy is his and his alone, and I will let him do whatever the fuck he wants to me and I’ll fucking love every minute of it.
“Fuck, Chess,”
he moans, pounding into me again.
I can barely hold myself up. If it wasn’t for this railing and his grip on me, I would crumple to the ground. I fee like my body is melting. Being beaten and molded in a way that pleases him. Like playdoh. Shaped and perfected exactly the way he wants. He’s tearing my very existence from my body, and right now, I don’t know where my body ends and his begins. My vision goes white as my orgasm cripples my sense of sight. I scream into the night. I cry out his name and my throat feels raw.
My arms are shaking as I try to hold myself up, but my body and mind are no longer attached. I feel like I’m floating. Hovering on the outer edges of dream and reality and my body collapses against the banister as Wren fucks me and all my senses into oblivion. I’m hovering on the edge of bliss and pain, and the way the two mingle together in my core, has me questioning my own sanity. My mind is elated, and my body is trying to keep up.
Wren comes, and I feel it fill me. I can’t fucking breathe. The air I’m dragging in burns, and my lungs feel tired at the effort. My eyes flutter closed, and as he steps back from me, my body gives out completely. I slide to the ground, settling into a heap as I rest my forehead against one of the bars.
“Are you alright?”
Wren asks. I can’t open my eyes. They feel heavy as shit, but I can feel him next to me.
His fingers brush through my hair and I give him a weak smile. “I can’t feel my legs,”
I say breathlessly.
“Why didn’t you tell me to stop?”
“It felt…good.”