Page 98 of Trapped Truth

“Turn around. I’m going to take you fast and rough.”

With my hand retreated, she’s free to do as ordered. I’m impressed by her obedience. I know the others are more dominant with her. Maybe I should muscle in on the action to learn a thing or two.

Stripping her ass bare exposes luscious flesh for me to slap hard. I love how her back arches, bending her at a wonderful, exposing angle. With fabric around her ankles and a grip on the metal shelving, I have her all trussed up.

“Did you get your birth control sorted?”

“Yes.” Her sexy mewl has my cock twitching.

“Good. I want to feel this soaked pussy wrapped around me.”

Normally, I’d take my time exploring every delectable curve. It’s been so long since I last tasted her. Right now, I don’t have the capacity to be tender. Not with the need for release screaming through every functioning brain cell.

Pulling my dick free, I’m prone and ready. Ember shivers when I trail the head over her ass and down to the cavern between her thighs. Slick warmth greets me, spilling from her inviting pussy lips.

“Hold tight.”

One feverish advance, and I’ve pushed inside her to the hilt. Goddamn, her velvety depths are tighter than I’ve dreamt since we last fucked. We both cry out in unison at the impact.

Withdrawing to slam back into her serves as an exquisite form of torture in this position. There’s nowhere for her to hide. I’m buried deep and unable to control the feverish urge to take exactly what I want.

She takes the brunt of my wild strokes like a pro, feet spread and hips rocking to absorb the hits. Pacing myself doesn’t factor into the equation, even as my healing wound twinges. I’m insatiable.

The shelf shakes with the force of our bodies slapping together. Not even the crash of another box falling can slow us down. Winding a handful of Ember’s red braid around my fist, I pull it tight, yanking her head up.

“Oh, fuck.” Her lips part as she searches for oxygen.

“Take it, babe. I know you can handle me.”

Using her hair as a handy leash, she’s putty in my hands. I piston into her at a sprinting pace, needing to expel the heat erupting through my pores. Her gorgeous body is the perfect receptacle for emotions too complicated to ignore.

If anyone walked in right now, I doubt I’d be able to stop. Or if I’d even care. Frankly, the entire storeroom could burst into flames, and I’d still be fixated on how her walls hug my cock so well.

It’s obvious when an orgasm grips her, creating a spine-tingling jolt that filters through to where we’re connected. My hold on her refuses to relent. I’m gonna keep her pinned like this while I wring the pleasure from her veins and steal it for myself.

“Axel!” Ember’s nails dig into my shoulders, the pain only serving to spur me on.

“That’s right, say my fucking name.”

“I can’t hold it…”

“Come for me. Let it all out.”

I feel her whimpers all the way to my aching balls. She’s so tense around me, it’s a wonder I haven’t already blown my load. I’m holding myself back by a shoestring, but I won’t last long at this rate.

Ember sags when I release her hair, allowing me to grab her waist. She squeaks when I turn her around to press her up against the nearby wall, leaving the shelf to recover from its ordeal.

After fully kicking off her leggings, she bands her legs around my midsection so we’re brought flush together. Nudging back inside her core reignites my need to race for the finish line and relieve us both.

“What if we’re overheard?” Darting around in concern, her eyes are pewter and ice.

“I couldn’t care less. Let them listen.”

“We’re at work, Ax!”

“You didn’t mind while finishing all over my dick a minute ago.”

Her glare narrows on me, so stunningly vicious. I love it when she gets mad. Her feet lock behind my back, pressing into my spine to urge me closer. I feed my length into her cunt, hissing at the deeper position.