Page 24 of Sweet Animosity

He yanked on my hair as he leaned over me.

The heat of his skin warmed mine.

“You feel that, beautiful? You feel me inside of you?”

How could I not? The man was tearing me in two.

His open mouth ran along the edge of my jaw before he kissed my neck, sending sparks of awareness up my spine. “I’m going to fuck you like an animal until you scream for mercy.”

Oh, God!

My body jerked forward against the sofa cushions as he pounded into me even more fiercely.

Everything about this was raw and primal.

I could feel everything about his cock.

The thick girth, the warmth, the hard ridge of his head.

Everything.

It was so much more intimate and intrusive than fucking a man with a condom on.

The heat of it.

The contact of flesh to flesh instead of smooth, impersonal rubber.

He shifted his hand from my hip to my breast, ruthlessly pinching my nipple.

It almost sent me over the edge.

My fingernails dug into the sofa cushions as this time I cried out.

My knees opened wider as I pushed my hips against him. I didn’t want to; it was as if my body were responding to his primal claiming.

Then it happened.

Something that had never happened before with a man. Ever.

He hit my G-spot. And not once by accident. But steady, rhythmic pressure.

As if he knew he’d hit it.

Lightning sparks ignited behind my eyelids as an intense glow fired from within me.

This was happening!

Holy shit.

Usually I’d only come from oral sex or my vibrator, but now… Oh, God!

“That’s it, krasivaya. Come on my cock.”

He thrust harder, bruising my pelvic bone, taking complete control over my body.

If it wasn’t so pleasurable it would be sadistic.

I desperately wanted to deny him. To resist. To refuse to give him the satisfaction.

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