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I don’t know what I’m asking. I want him to stop. Just a minute. To take his cock out so I can think, but the thought of him listening, the thought of him drawing out and leaving me empty has my muscles fisting possessively around the pulsing appendage.
I need to cum. I’m so close. I just need him to fuck me a little deeper, a little harder. I need that electric current of pain when he fills me until I can’t breathe, until the agony is pure, raw pleasure.
“Please,” I whimper again, thigh muscles straining to get wider for him.
His low, guttural growl washes over my face. It claws across my lips as he lowers his head. The proximity has my head lifting off the pillow, lips parted in anticipation to taste him, but he ignores my attempts, dropping his head instead to take a nipple into his mouth. The hot rush of his breath on my skin, the sharp sting of his teeth...
“Rhys!”
“Tell me to stop.” He trails to the other nipple. The breast is already straining, eager to be equally spoiled. “Tell me to stop fucking you, Adeline.” His thrusts pick up speed. Pounding harder. Harder. Thrusting. Slamming. Taunting with little rolls of his hips. It’s so close to what I need I can’t even think to answer him when he lifts his head and presses his lips to my ear. “Tell me you’re not about to cum all over my cock. Again.” His growls fill my ears, roll down my spine to pool in my belly.
With a defeated cry, I slip. I plummet off the cliff with an explosion of colors as he drives wildly into me, cracking the headboard into the wall as he drags every second of my orgasm out until I’m thrashing, begging him enough.
“Such a good cunt.” He flicks my bottom lip with his tongue and I automatically open, but he doesn’t give me the kiss he keeps teasing me with. “Do you know what good girls get?”
My hazy gaze drops to where he’s pulling back, slick and glistening with my release until only his head is being sucked by my opening.
“What do good girls get, Addie?”
I bite down hard on my lip, wrestling with the answer, struggling to get free.
One, heavy brow lifts at my disobedience.
His head pops out and I’m painfully empty.
“No!” my panicked whimper is met with sly amusement.
“Tell me to put him back, Addie.”
He nudges my opening, adding just enough pressure, just enough to almost penetrate, but not enough. And I can’t touch him. I can’t move. I can only watch as he tortures me.
“Say it,” he coaxes, head bending to nibble on my nipple. “Say you want my cock in your pussy.”
I do. I’m close to tears with how much I want this. Need this. But the war raging through me is stronger.
“You shouldn’t be in there,” I breathe, breathlessly watching him rock his dick back and forth across my opening and over my clit. “It’s so wrong.” I lick my lips. “Undo my hands.”
Rhys blinks, but rises up to pull the Velcro, releasing my wrists.
I’m going to hell. It’s already too late. It was too late that night in the parlor when I went to bed with his cum in my mouth.
“Do it,” I hear myself whisper in the soft shimmer of dusk. My arms snake around his shoulders. “Cum in my pussy, Rhys.”
Even in the dim glow of the kitchen light radiating up into the loft, I don’t miss the hardening in his jaw before I’m folding him in my arms, pulling his mouth down to mine as he drives up into my body, burying himself to the hilt.
Overhead, I watch us hungrily in the mirror as he takes me. As my Rhys fucks me. As he uses my body to pleasure himself. I watch his ass pound and drive, his knees dig into the mattress, his face in my neck as I stroke his bunching back muscles. His hair. As I flex my vaginal walls to tighten with every inward thrust.
“Addie!”
I would have smirked but I’m falling into my own sins. “Don’t stop,” I whisper into his ear. “I’m cumming again. Cum with me, Rhys.”
“Fuck!” he snarls, pushing up with his fists planted on either side of my head.
He drives us both over with six vicious slams of his hips. His release burns my walls and finds their place deep inside and I want to clutch every drop of it to me.
Our labored breaths fill the space, the silence. It matches the uneven tempo of our hearts thumping in sync. Rhys is still inside me, still semi hard and I want to wrap my legs around him to keep him from dislodging.
“Addie.”
