Chapter 26 #3
His fingers toyed with my clit, twirling and twisting the bud, only to probe lower. His hand gripped my neck a little tighter, making sure I couldn’t leave.
“One day, I’m going to cum down this pretty throat, and you’re going to be a good girl and drink every-fucking- drop, aren’t you?”
Goddamn, all this dirty talk was doing it for me.
“You just gushed all over my fingers. You like the idea of being on your knees for me, sucking my cum from my balls?”
My pussy pulsed in response. I moaned, my throat convulsing in anticipation. I wanted that. Oh, I wanted that so bad.
My anger grew, the pain and uncertainty that were so much a part of me extinguished in the face of the flame that burned.
In this moment, I was the Phoebe I wanted to be.
Not shrinking. Not hiding. I was letting my anger out, and it felt so good.
“Why would I get on my knees for you? There are other men out there I can get on my knees for who won’t spend a week being a puppy for another woman. ”
It was the wrong thing to say, and it was exactly right.
A guttural snarl, something almost demonic, ripped from him. Without warning, I found myself hoisted up. I barely steadied myself on his shoulders when he impaled me on his cock so hard I knew I wouldn’t be able to sit down after. I didn’t care.
He moved so I could grip the edge of the counter, making sure I didn’t fall.
Ruthlessly, he thrust into me, his cock working in a punishing rhythm.
If I hadn’t spent the night with him inside me, he might have hurt me.
As it was, the pleasure I felt mingled with the slight bite of pain from my overused muscles being worked more had me screaming, pleasure tightening every nerve in my body until all I could feel was him.
“The only cock in your mouth will be mine.” He punctuated “mine” with a thrust so hard I saw stars, my orgasm threatening to erupt.
The passion between us fueled by anger, jealousy, and an emotion I couldn’t name.
I demanded he take me harder. I wanted to feel his balls slapping against me.
I wanted my breasts to bounce so hard they’d hurt.
Ty wasn’t finished. “The only cock filling this greedy cunt will be mine. You want to be a dirty little slut on your knees? It will be for me.”
I grabbed the back of his neck, yanking him until his face was inches from mine. I was pretty sure I should have been offended by being called a “dirty little slut.” And was angry sex supposed to feel this good?
“Tell me, Phoebe.” He gave a sharp slap to my ass, making my vision blurry. “Who does this sweet little body belong to?”
“No.” I fought him, emotions churning. I wasn’t going to give in this time.
He slapped my ass again, the sting making my butt clench.
My ass suddenly wanted in on the action, and I didn’t even begin to know what to think about that, not that I could think.
Ty continued pumping his cock inside me, his finger pressing on my clit in the way I needed, bringing me closer and closer to that edge of sweet agony. “Tell me who this mouth belongs to.”
His hand slid up my throat, his fingers thrusting inside my mouth. I sucked them, biting down, loving the way his eyes flared. “No,” I wailed, arching my back, rubbing my breasts in my shirt against his chest.
Not stopping, he kept slamming into me, removing his finger from my clit. I cried out angrily, needing his touch. Sweat slid down my back as I writhed against him, trying to get that sweet friction where I needed it most.
“Ah. Ah.” He pinched my ass. I screamed in frustration, the sound echoing throughout the otherwise quiet house. “You want to come? You say it.”
The need inside me bordered on pain. I knew if I didn’t come soon, didn’t release the torrent of emotions inside of me, I’d lose my sanity. His fingers slid back through my folds and gave my clit a taunting little pinch. My orgasm hovered, ready to detonate, needing that last push.
“Tell me.” He rubbed his thumb around my clit. So, so close.
“Yours!” I screamed, not able to take it anymore. “I’m fucking yours!”
Ty didn’t hesitate. He twisted my clit in the way I’d come to crave, and I shattered, my orgasm rocketing through me, my vision going black. Somewhere I heard his own cry, felt his body go rigid against me, and felt the throb of his cock deep inside me as he spilled into me.
Falling back onto the counter, I panted. Ty rested his head against my chest, kissing my breastbone in a move so tender it made my eyes burn.
When we both recovered enough, he pulled me up, kissing me sweetly. Tenderly. “Are you okay?”
“Uh-huh,” I answered, unsure. My whole body felt different.
“Come here.” He was infinitely gentle as he lifted me in his arms.
Settling into a chair at the table, he held me close. His chin rested on the top of my head, and I listened to the staccato beating of his heart. Sighing in contentment, I snuggled into Ty’s arms. But like all moments filled with peace in my life, this one, too, was short-lived.