Chapter 32 #3
Long fingers curl around my wrists and soft material replaces them. My eyes flare wide as I tear them from the neat little V of muscles below his naval to see his grey tie being used to bind them together. “I’m giving you a safe word.”
“A-a safe word?”
“Yes, it’s going to be Red.” He tugs the tie tight and tests its effectiveness, flashing me a devilish look that has my pussy clench. “You say Red, and these come off immediately, understood?”
Oh, I’m in a whole lot of trouble with this man. I nod my head, clamping my lower lip between my teeth to stop myself from moaning.
He lifts them up over my head and covers me with his body, sending pool balls crashing away in every direction.
“Already?” I gasp, glancing down at his still rock-hard cock. This man is superhuman, he doesn’t even need a fucking beat like most men would.
“I can’t wait one more second to be inside you, baby.” He grunts, wasting no time in lining himself up and thrusting himself into me in one hard movement.
I cry out, my back bowing off the felt, stars flashing before my vision as my body welcomes him to the hilt with no resistance, already primed from watching him get off just minutes ago. I remain anchored in place with his grip above my head, forcing my hands to press into the pool table.
“Look at the way your body responds to me, Pepper.” His words are harsh, gravelly pants as he stares at my body, my nipples puckered and my stomach muscles tight.
“It’s like you were made for me.” He punctuates his statement with a hard thrust and I cry out again, pleasure spearing through my body.
“Taken from my fantasies and made real.” Another thrust, sending me soaring to new heights as my body trembles around him.
He looks like Adonis. Hard, chiseled muscle and tanned skin, muscles slicing, striations flexing, and that masculine smattering of hair across his chest. He’s every wet dream personified.
He flips my legs up so they rest on his torso, one strong arm curling around the front of my thighs. “Tell me you’re mine, Pepper.”
Another thrust, this time the angle so deep that my cry borders on a scream, my eyes rolling.
“I want to hear you say it, baby.” He straightens an inch or two, using his height to lift my hips from the pool table, and then delivers his next piston.
A garbled mixture of words escapes me in a rush, some expletives and some I don’t know what, molten pleasure licking and snapping at the base of my spine like fire-breathing dragons.
“Say it!” He snaps his hips again, sending every rational thought clean out of my head.
“I’m yours!” I scream, writhing as much as I can in my locked-down position as I’m thrown over the cliff edge.
“Atta girl.” He unleashes himself upon me, pistoning into me with such ferocity that I forget my name, social security…hell, I couldn’t tell you what fucking planet I’m on.
My orgasm tears through me with catastrophic force, stealing my vision and capturing every ounce of breath inside my lungs as I weather the storm, shattering through layer upon layer of carnal pleasure.
I can hear his thick, gravelly voice, but I couldn’t tell you if he’s praising me or voicing his own pleasure.
All I can focus on is the devastation he leaves behind, cracking open my chest and leaving all the broken pieces on me for display.
His name is a fractured cry on my lips as he thrusts one final time into me, hitting my end and finding his own pleasure for a second time with long pulses and jerks of his cock, each one impossibly teasing more pleasure from my own.
I tug against my restraints, only to try and bring him closer, to allow myself some of the connection they denied me.
He lets them go, unravelling them in one well-placed tug that tells me he knows exactly how to tie a knot.
My shaking legs are freed, and wrapped around him instead as he slumps over me, his skin damp with sweat as he grazes my collarbone with butter-soft kisses.
“You’re incredible,” he breathes, whiskers scratching over my skin.
The words burrow into a part of myself I’ve long since forgotten existed, and I wipe them away in the only way I know how. “Eh, you’re not so bad, I guess.”
He drags his head away from me and stares with languid, gratification-filled eyes. “Not so bad?”
I smile as much as I can around my still labored breathing, cupping his scratchy jaw. “Yeah, you know. Aside from the big dick, and the model-like good looks, and the huge bank balance, you’re just a mediocre guy.”
He rolls those warm whiskey globes and gathers me up in his arms, gently sliding out of me as he walks us both to the large sofa on the other side of the room.
When we’re nestled in one corner, curled into his body with my head buried into his chest, and one of his thick arms around me while the other tucks behind his head, he speaks.
“Tell me one thing.”
“Hmm?” I trace a lazy circle in the hollow of his neck, feeling blissed out and slightly sex drunk.
“Why do you do it? The whole cyber vigilante thing.”
I balk, my finger frozen in its lazy path. I think for a while before I answer, wanting to be honest, but not feeling quite ready to let him into that part of me.
“Because I don’t want them to be able to hurt anyone else.”