Chapter 5 #2
I gave her a toothy grin as I gripped her hips and pulled her ass up into the air.
Jesus. Her pussy was sloppy wet and I was tempted to bury my face there again.
She was too tempting to resist. “You taste so fucking good,” I growled as I leaned down and licked from her clit up the length of her pussy, and then across her ass.
I bit down hard enough on her ass cheek to hurt.
Her eyes widened and she sucked in a shocked breath.
She tried to scramble forward, but I was anticipating that.
I grabbed her by the hip again with one hand, while the other went to my belt.
She looked over her shoulder again when she heard the jingling, but she didn’t tell me to let her go.
She seemed to have lost her voice. Though not her confidence.
I could see the sultry heat there in her eyes.
This was probably the only way she was able to give herself permission to do this. If she spoke, she’d put an end to it.
I dropped my pants and gripped my cock, stroking it as I stared down at her. “You ready to get fucked, Isla?”
She groaned and dropped her head down, pillowing it on her arms. She was face down, ass up, and I knew I was going to remember her like this for the rest of my life. I grinned because she thought she’d be ending that life early, but I wasn’t about to allow that. Not even for her.
Smoothing my free hand over her ass, I notched myself at her core.
Her entire body was shaking. Probably because she was already close to another orgasm.
I rubbed the tip of my dick through her folds and across her clit.
I loved the way she trembled, as though her body wasn’t her own and she couldn’t control it.
“Fuck me,” she hissed, getting sick of my teasing.
“Not yet,” I growled, pulling my cock away.
I was going to enjoy drawing this out. Making it last. Because even though I wasn’t planning on killing her, she was going to be a once in a lifetime. I needed to make the most of it.
“Please,” she begged, pushing back, her body trying to find mine.
I slapped her ass, making her cry out. “Be patient,” I snapped.
“Fuck you,” she spat.
“You’re welcome to try again later,” I chuckled, reaching out and wrapping a hand around the back of her neck. “But for now, you’re going to stay where I put you.”
She muttered something under her breath, and wiggled her hips as though she was going to go somewhere.
I slapped her ass again and she shot me a baleful look over her shoulder but settled down.
As soon as she stilled, I slid into her wet pussy.
I gave it to her all in one long stroke and she gasped, burying her head in her arms. Her body shook, then clamped down on me like a vice as she let out a long cry.
Fuck.
She was still coming when I pulled out and slid back in, picking up speed.
I hadn’t bothered with a condom. That was going to have to be a problem for another time.
I didn’t want a barrier between us. I needed to feel her body, all of it.
Gritting my teeth against the wash of pleasure, I thrust in and out, my fingers digging into her skin, leaving bruises.
She was going to be marked from head to toe by the time I was done with her tonight.
Her nails dug into the wood and her cries filled the air.
When I reached down and cupped her breast, she huffed out a breath because I’d blanketed her back with my body and laid a good portion of my weight on her.
She’d already come multiple times, something that made me want to push even harder, see how far she could go.
I leaned over a little further so I could see her face. Her beautiful eyes were closed, her mouth was hanging open as she panted, and blissful agony covered her features.
“Look at me,” I ordered.
She cracked her lids and those gorgeous gray eyes met mine.
My fingers squeezed her nipple, drawing a cry from her.
Then she came again, her entire body tensing up.
She clamped down around my cock so hard it was difficult to keep thrusting into her, but I was never one to back down from a challenge.
“I was going to ask if you wanted to come again,” I told her with a low chuckle, “but it seems like you helped yourself.”
“Enough,” she gasped, her eyes begging me.
Tilting my head, I studied her as I slowly plunged in and out of her tight cunt. She was so wet the sounds echoing through the room as I glided in and out were obscene. “You sure?”
“Butcher,” she growled. She was back to being the same woman I’d met in the bar. Demanding. “It’s too much.”
“Pretty sure you can’t die from orgasms,” I replied. I straightened back up, grabbed her hips and snapped mine forward.
The string of curses she hurled at me only made me laugh. I wasn’t a small man, and I was so fucking deep inside her I could feel the tip of my cock hitting her cervix with every thrust.
“That hurts, you asshole,” she snarled at me.
She tried to jerk out of my hold, but she had no hope of winning against my strength.
She just gave herself another set of bruises shaped like my hands as I clamped down on her and held her still.
But I did ease back a little. I didn’t want her to finish remembering the pain.
“Come for me again.”
“I can’t,” she huffed.
I chuckled. “Bet you can.”
“Fuck you and your bets.”
I didn’t say anything to that. I simply reached down, found her clit with my thumb, and began working the swollen nub.
I glided in and out of her, enjoying the way her pussy clenched around me.
This was going to be the last time for her, just like I promised, because I was reaching the end of my control.
When she finally went over the edge I groaned at the sensation of her coming.
Her walls bearing down around me, pulsing as the pleasure swept through her.
I gritted my teeth, willing myself to hold out for a few seconds more.
It wasn’t going to happen. Driving as hard into her as I could, I came, groaning as I did.
I held there, breathing hard, letting my orgasm pound through me. She was still recovering, too. But after a few minutes her head snapped up.
“Did you wear a condom?” she asked. She turned her head and her eyes were narrowed. “That better not be your cum dripping down my thighs.”
I grinned at her. “No condom.”
“You...fucking...” she was so mad she couldn’t seem to come up with a name for me.
While she searched for a word, I pulled out of her, ignoring the cum she pointed out and lifted her into my arms. She could call me an asshole as easily from the bed as she could from the floor.