Pandora #4
"No buts.” I moved with more rhythm. "You wanted me. Now you have me.” I lifted my hips until only the tip remained inside me, his cock twitching with want. Then I lowered myself back down—inch by inch, until he filled me completely. His agony was exquisite.
His hands reached for my hips.
"No.” I grabbed his wrists. "No hands.”
"Pandora, please . . .”
"Please what?” I smiled. "You had your turn. Now I have mine.”
I lifted almost completely off him. Waited.
"This is torture,” he groaned.
"I know.” In slow motion, I sank back down. "I like it.”
His eyes burned. "You little . . .”
"What?” I rolled my hips in small circles, took his cock deep, then rose again. "Sadist?”
"Yes.”
"Good.” I leaned forward. My breasts grazed his chest. "Now you know how it feels.” I rode him in long, slow movements. "You’re not in control anymore,” I whispered. "I am.”
His hands curled into fists. "Pandora . . .”
"Say my name,” I murmured. "Beg.”
"Pandora,” he groaned. "Please . . .”
"What?”
"Ride me fucking faster.”
"No.” I slowed down even more. "I like it like this.”
His muscles tensed. He was fighting the urge to grab me.
"You’re learning patience,” I murmured.
"I hate it.”
"I know.” I kissed his throat. "But you’ll survive it.” I bit lightly into his skin. He shuddered.
"Now you know what it’s like,” I whispered, "to be helpless.”
"Pandora, I’m begging you . . .”
"I like that.” I sat up. "Keep begging.”
I started moving faster. Then stopped again.
"No,” he groaned. "What are you doing to me?”
I smiled. "My rules.”
But as I sank onto him again and felt all of him, something coiled inside me. My breath grew heavier. It felt so damn good. I was already pulsing.
"You’re losing control,” he said quietly.
"No,” I whispered, but I rode his dick faster.
"Yes.” His eyes burned. "I can see it.”
I tried to slow down but couldn’t.
"You want it just as much as I do,” he murmured.
"No . . .”
"Look at me.” His voice pressed on me. "Look me in the eyes.”
I did—and lost myself.
"There,” he whispered. "Now you’re mine again.”
My hips drove against him without restraint. I gasped for air but didn’t stop. "Neo,” I moaned.
"Yes.” His hands reached for me. "Now I’m allowed to.” His fingers dug into my skin, guided my movements. "You can’t resist. You want me just as much as I want you.”
"Yes,” I admitted. "Yes, damn it . . .”
"There’s my girl.” He drove his cock into me to the hilt.
I threw my head back. My control was gone.
"You see,” he groaned. "You’re mine. Always.” His hands moved to my breasts.
"Neo, I . . .” My walls clenched. Heat spiraled through me, gathering at my center. My thighs trembled, out of control.
"You’re about to come,” he said. "I can feel it.”
He was right. I was so close. My muscles were already fluttering—the first warnings.
"But not without me,” he warned. "Wait.”
"I can’t . . .”
"You can.” His eyes burned. "You wait for me.” He drove into me relentlessly, every thrust deeper than the last. "Now,” he ordered.
"Neo . . .” His name tore out of my throat.
"Yes.” One final thrust, deep. "Pandora . . . Fuck . . .Take every drop of my cum. I want you dripping with me.”
I came so hard I stopped breathing for a moment. My pussy clenched again and again. Neo followed. His cock pulsing inside me amplified everything. I shook uncontrollably on top of him while he spilled into me. I screamed his name . . . or tried to. What came out was raw sound.
Gasping, I collapsed against him. My arms gave out. I was finished. A thin line of blood traced down my thigh. He caught me, pulling me close.
"My God . . .” No words after that. My legs were still shaking.
"I know,” he murmured. His voice was wrecked. His arms closed around me and held on.
"I love you,” I whispered against his chest.
"I love you too. So much it’s killing me.”
His chest rose and fell steadily beneath my cheek. I breathed against his skin, my muscles heavy as lead. I could barely keep my eyes open.
"Are you finally tired?” I murmured.
He laughed softly. "For now.”
"Just for now?”
"I’m still me,” he said. "But yes. For now it’s enough.”
I drifted toward sleep, but his arm was tight around me. Too tight.
"Neo?”
"Sleep,” he murmured. His eyes were alert, scanning the room as if waiting for something.
"What’s wrong?”
"Nothing. I just . . .” He paused. "I need to know you’re still here.”
The way he said it sent a chill through me, but I was too exhausted to ask. Slowly, I fell asleep, images drifting past—an island, the sound of the sea, dunes, reeds swaying in the wind. The two of us. Forever.
A deafening crash jolted me upright. Something fell behind us.
Neo was on his feet instantly. "Stay here,” he called.
I didn’t obey. I was already up when the next impact shook the building. Neo ran for the door. I followed to the wall. Something crashed there too. A sound like shattering glass. Neo spun around. I saw a shadow, then two, then a blinding flash.
I screamed. Something hit me. A sharp pain drove the air from my lungs. Everything tilted. I fell.
"Pandora!” Neo’s voice tore through the air.
Everything went black.