Page 125 of Absolution

Thirty-Three

Kerry

“Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” I say.

“Tell me you need me.”

“I need you.”

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“You’re one fucking needy bastard.”

His hand slides soothingly over my butt, slides in between my legs, finding my slick core. I squirm, wanting so much more. He grabs hold of my wrists, forcing my arms up on my back again, and with the blindfold every other sensation intensifies, multiplies.

The slap comes unexpected, hitting my pussy. I scream into the mattress.

“You are one fucking mouthy woman. Tell me you’re mine.” He slaps me again. But this time, the impact pushes me forward and then he yanks me back, pressing his hard bulge against my desperate flesh.

“I’m yours,” I gasp.

Another blow sends spikes of agony and intense heat shooting all the way up to my scalp. “You always were, Kerry,” he whispers, his mouth to my ear, the sudden closeness making me flinch.

“I need you,” I whimper.

Christian pushes his fingers inside me, thrusting, stretching me open. My heart pounds so hard that all I hear is my pulse roaring in my ears when I feel his cock at my entrance and his fingers slide to my clit. Oh, yes, please!

“I know you do,” he says, his voice a low rumbling, as he slowly, torturously slowly pushes inside, little by little filling me. “Oh, you’re so tight,” he groans and then he thrusts the rest of the way, stretching me to the exquisite limit.

I moan, pushing my hips back, like a bitch in heat. I feel like I’m losing my humanity, parts of what made up Kerry. I knew this would happen. Christian devours, and I’ve been so afraid, but I’m so alone and lost without him, and I’m ready to take the risk, because I love what comes with it.

His answer is to pull back and then slam inside again. Ruthlessly hard. He releases my arms and grips my hips as he ravages not only my pussy, but my everything. I feel like I’m dissolving in his hands. Something warm and wet falls on my rear entrance and he begins to push a finger inside. Deep. Deeper. Adding a second. One hand keeps caressing my clit as he moves in me, and the three sensations begin to build, liquify my core, making my legs tremble. I tense up as he adds yet another finger.

“Relax, baby. Push back on my hand.”

I can barely control my breathing, my release so close, so cruelly close. In the darkness I have no control. It’s both frightening and relieving.

He pulls out. “Climb up on the bed.”

I fumble and stumble as I obey, and yelp when he grabs my hips and pulls me toward him. My ass is spread open and my heart pounds with apprehension. I know where this is going, and he’s not gonna stop tonight. The thought shoots a bolt of heat right between my legs and makes my insides pulsate. I’m his. I never knew it could feel so right to give in and put myself in his hands. I force myself to relax when his thick cock pushes against my tiny hole.

“Be careful,” I whisper.

Christian leans in and cups one breast, molding it in his hand. “I’ve told you. I’ll never hurt you. Not really hurt you.” He keeps pushing, rolling my nipple between his fingers and I gasp as that first resistance is breached. “Good girl,” he pants. “You—” He pushes deeper, impossibly thick. “Are—” Deeper. My belly clenches as I’m spread wide, as my ass ignites in a pinching, stinging fire. “Fucking—” He lets go of my breast, and I haven’t really felt anything but the scorching heat in my rear entrance for the last few moments. “Fantastic!” He stops. His hips connected with my ass cheeks. “You still with me?”

“Mm-hmm,” I whimper.

He slides his large, warm palm over my ass, up along my back, to between my shoulder blades, then he grips my nape and pushes me down, hard, as he begins to move in me. I’m blindfolded, locked in place, and beautifully helpless in his hands as he thrusts, taking my last piece of resistance. Still immobilizing me, he finds my clit with his other hand and caresses it, in the exact right way, just like he always does. I clench up, harder and harder, until I can barely breathe.

“I’m gonna come,” I mewl, not recognizing my own voice. Staggering on the edge of my release, I want him with me, I don’t want to come alone. “I— Can’t get—” I fight to hold back, which only makes it so much harder. “Pregnant there!”

Christian intensifies his thrusts and I think I’m gonna die soon. My heart can’t take more, and neither can my ass. “You still not on birth control?” he pants.

“I am. I can’t—” I scream into the mattress as my body takes over, overriding my mind and my will. I don’t feel Christian, I don’t feel his hands or the bed. It’s as if I soar, blackness surrounding me, creeping inside me, filling me. I’m pulled right back, my insides still spasming as he roars and falls on top of me, clinging to me as if I’m a lifeboat and he is drowning.

“God!” He bites my neck, my shoulder, my ear, still moving in me, but slower.

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