Page 68 of The Code of You

He pulled back, leaving only the tip of his pulsing cock inside me.

"Oh God,” I gasped. "Neo . . .”

"I know. I feel you pulsing with anticipation.” Then he pushed inside me again, infinitely slowly. "Fuck… You’re so perfect.”

His movements stayed slow and controlled. I pressed myself toward him, wanting him faster, deeper. Gradually, I felt his restraint crumbling. His breathing grew heavier.

"Do you see how patient I am? How long I can wait while you’re already breaking?”

Then his hips snapped forward, pushing his thick cock deep inside me. I cried out.

"This is how I always wanted you,” he murmured, pulling back almost completely only to thrust in again, merciless. "Beneath me and begging."

His thrusts drove the air from my lungs, making the mattress creak beneath us. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place while he took me.

"Do you feel that?” He thrust deeper, his cock hitting a spot that made me see stars. "How I stretch your tight cunt? How your body opens for me?” He moaned. The light flickered harder. The air-conditioning hummed loud. "Tell me who you belong to.” His hand settled around my throat, applying pressure. "Say it while I’m inside you.”

"Yours,” I breathed. "I belong to you.”

That was his undoing. His gaze went wild and hungry. He grabbed my thighs, spread them wider, fucked me deeper. "Do—you—feel—that?” He thrust with every word. "How I fill you completely? How you take every fucking inch?”

I clawed at his shoulders. "Neo . . . I . . .” He was frightening me, but I moaned his name as if he was my salvation. My pussy contracted around his length. The pulsing grew stronger.

"Not yet. I’m not done destroying this tight pussy.”

The whole room was vibrating. Something fell from the nightstand. The remote.

"Do you see what you do to me?” he gasped. "I’m losing control.” His movements grew more demanding. "Say my name,” he commanded, rough.

"Neo,” I moaned.

"Louder.”

"Neo!”

"Good,” he gasped. "Very good.” He hammered into me, no mercy left, no restraint. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. "Take it,” he hissed. "Take every fucking inch of my cock.”

The bed groaned dangerously.

"Fuck. I’m losing control,” he warned.

"I . . .”

The words dissolved into a cry as he thrust particularly hard. Panic mixed with pleasure. What had I done? I had given my stalker a body, and now I was paying the price.

"This is what you wanted,” he said. "When you saved me. When you flew to Kyoto. You wanted exactly this.”

I wanted to argue. But my treacherous body proved otherwise. I was soaking, moving toward him even when it hurt.

"Pandora,” he moaned, his dick throbbing inside me.

The lamp on the nightstand exploded. He grabbed my legs, pressed them farther apart, thrust into me without mercy. The floor seemed to shake. Lights strobed wildly.

"With me,” he gasped. He drove deeper. "Come on my cock.” He reached between our bodies and rubbed my clit while he kept fucking me. "Now,” he commanded. "Now, Pandora.”

"Oh God."

My walls clenched around him. Waves of pleasure tore through me, made me arch upward. I pressed myself against him. The heat gathered and rose, higher, hotter, until I thought I would burn.