Page 51 of Breaking the Code

The fire in his eyes goes from banked to an inferno, like my words were gasoline I’d poured on the flames. He shoves me, and I fall back onto the bed. My knees fall open, and he crawls between them, settling back on his heels.

He pushes my arms over my head as he commands, “Dinnae move!”

I gulp and nod as his gaze bores into mine. “Red, yellow, or green,” he asks.

“Green!”

His facial expression doesn’t change, but somehow I can still see the pleasure, the mischievousness there. His hands trail down from where he was pressing my wrists into the mattress, squeezing and massaging the muscles as he goes. They move over my nipples, pinching them, then pulling at my barely there happy trail that disappears into the satin and lace manties I purchased on a whim.

“These,” he says, tickling his fingers over the elastic waist, “should be illegal. Do ye have more?”

I shake my head no.

“Words, mo ghille,” he orders with a snap of the elastic against my tender belly.

“No,” I gasp.

“Shame. I want the link.”

When I nod, he rips them from my body and tosses them away. His expression turns feral, his eyes blaze as he stares down at me.

“Look at this pretty cock. It’s purple and hard and leaky, just the way a boy’s cock should be. Are you needy, mo ghille donn?”

“Yes,” I gasp, softly. The word almost inaudible.

“Good,” Draven says as he drops over me, his arms on either side of my head. “Do you have lube?”

I nod and point toward the drawer. “In the top drawer.”

He takes my mouth, plundering it like a Viking of old taking a village. It’s his. He owns it and is using it as he pleases. The dominance that pours out of the man washes over me, leaving me floaty and lightheaded.

All I know, all I’m aware of, is his mouth on mine. His tongue fucks my face, ravaging me, robbing me of thought. But then all that floaty goodness recedes because his fingers are circling my hole and I’m coming. My belly clenching and spasming as I spurt all over myself.

“GAHHHH!” I scream as I yank my mouth from his.

“Look at me, ghille. I want ye to remember who made ye come like ye just did.”

“Draven…” I gasp, looking up into his face. His nose brushes mine while he continues to dance his slick fingers over and around my hole.

“Ummm…and ye said ye dinnae remember my name. Shame. I’ll have to try harder.”

He thrusts a finger into me, breaching the outer ring, tapping at my g-spot once. That’s all it takes for my spent cock: it jerks back to life, plumping up and robbing me of breath. Draven keeps working his finger in me, pressing in and pulling out only to press in again. The feeling bows my back as my pulse and now-hard cock throb in tandem with his movements.

And Draven watches. No matter how much I writhe against him. No matter what nonsensical words pass my lips in praise and pleading, he goes at his own pace, teasing and taunting me. Adding digits to my torment as he stretches me for him.

“Please…please…please,” I gasp, thrusting up into his touch. I want to feel that big cock split me open. I want to feel it when I sit and walk and breathe.

A click sounds in the background as Draven drags his fingers over the bundle of nerves within me. His fingers strum the nerves like the strings of a guitar, driving me to the edge. But it’s not enough.

“I need…please…puh…please.”

My voice comes out squeaky. The high pitch sound shuts off like a flipped switch as he grants my wish. Draven leans back, one hand wrapped around that massive dick he’s shoving into my body while the other wraps around my throat. He’s huge, but the bite of pain is amazing and I’m all for it.

“Keep those eyes on mine, lilla du. I want to see you take me,” Draven growls as he buries himself to the hilt.

As if I could look away.

The thought flits in and out between one thundering heartbeat and the next, while he gives me time to adjust.

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