Chapter 18 #3
Once I relent, my body relaxing against his, Larkin drags me downward, guiding me onto him until his length sinks into me. I whimper at the slight stretch of him, but he keeps going, murmuring encouragements until I’m fully seated on his hips with my fingers trembling slightly.
“Fuck,” I breathe, tilting my head back.
He just holds me there, and when I roll my hips experimentally, Larkin lets me.
Then I do it again, and he seems to take it as an invitation.
His hands tighten as he starts guiding me against him, helping me to achieve a rhythm that makes him groan and causes his cock to brush a particularly sensitive spot inside of me.
“That’s my good girl,” Larkin praises, one hand coming up to pull me forward until our lips meet.
This time, I’m the one to initiate something rougher, and I bring my hand up to grip his hair, pulling myself against him.
My teeth nip at his lower lip, and when his tongue probes against my own, I bite down there as well with a growl on my lips.
I can feel Larkin’s smile, and that only drives me to do more.
My hips rock against his with more intent, my other hand still on his chest for leverage.
“God, you’re too good to be real sometimes,” I pant into his mouth. He chuckles at that, and I feel his hand between us, his thumb quickly finding my clit to resume his earlier activity there. “Is it just random that you’re good at—”
He thrusts up into me, a glint in his eyes at my words. “That I’m just as good at this as I am at making people disappear?” Larkin taunts. “No. It’s not random. It’s practice.” He clicks his teeth together in front of my mouth, just barely missing my bottom lip.
“Now beg me to come, Tova.” He accentuates the words with a harsh roll of his hips, and his eyes find mine to drink in my every expression. “Beg me to let you, otherwise it’ll just be me getting to fill this pretty cunt again.”
I want to tell him no. I want to draw this out, to make a point that he can’t just tell me what to do.
But fuck, I really want to come.
“Please!” The word is out of my mouth with only a bit of a struggle on my part, and the others follow it like rain following the first drop.
“Please, please, fuck—” I throw my head back as he sits up to take over most of the movement between us.
His thumb still strokes my clit, while his other hand grips my throat, keeping me in place.
“Please let me come. Please make me,” I amend. “I want to come like this. With you.”
“With me?” He nuzzles my throat. “You think you deserve that, silly girl?”
I don’t know how to answer him, and I’m so close that it’s getting harder to think or say anything that’ll make sense.
I turn to kiss him, my mouth finding his jaw to place sloppy kisses against his skin.
Larkin doesn’t seem to mind. He continues to fuck me, still massaging my clit, until my cries are desperate and messy, and my movements are full of needy torment.
God, he makes me turn into such a pathetic thing when he fucks me.
“That’s it,” Larkin encourages. “Beg me again. Come on. You can do it.” The condescending edge in his words makes it better somehow, and I whimper against his throat.
“Please, please,” I pant. “I—”
“I want something other than please.” His next thrust is hard, causing me to yelp, and the following one is the same. He turns us suddenly and lifts me a bit, so my back slams against the tile wall over the tub, my ass on the lip of it while he fucks me.
The extra leverage lets him drive into me as hard as he wants, and almost every thrust is followed by a curse or growl from him. I can’t help but grab at his shoulders and hair, my legs splayed around his hips to hook together behind his back, my body begging for him to go deeper.
“I want to come. I want it so bad. Oh, fuck. Larkin, I’ll do anything for you to make me.
I want this. I want you, and—” He kisses me.
It’s different from our other kisses, though it takes a moment for me to realize that’s because this one truly is a kiss.
It’s romantic, if not exactly what I’d consider sweet and delicate.
His tongue presses to mine, and I swear he’s trying to taste every inch of space he can.
“Then come for me, silly girl,” he chuckles against my lips, panting against my mouth in a rhythm similar to mine. “So I can fill up your pretty pussy while you wail.”
It takes only a few more thrusts and another bite to my throat to send me over the edge.
I do wail, my voice high-pitched and eager as I grip onto him like he’s my lifeline.
During my release, I hear his snarl, I take his frantic thrusts, and then I feel when he relaxes, sinking into me one last time as he spills inside of my cunt.
“I’d just like to point out”—I’m panting with my face pressed to his shoulder and my legs still wrapped around his hips—“that I’m going to need another bath, thank you very much.”
His reply is a chuckle and a kiss on the top of my head. “Maybe a shower this time,” Larkin remarks. “I’ll hold you up and wash your hair. That’s romantic of me, right?”