Page 25 of Sweet Animosity

As if reading my mind, like the demon he was, he bit my earlobe. “I’ll fuck this tight pussy raw until you do. Don’t try to deny me.”

My inner thighs clenched. Fuck. The man was a master at the totally inappropriate dirty talk.

He moved his hand from my breast to between my thighs.

Oh, no!

As he rubbed two fingers over my clit in slow, deliberate circles… I came undone.

I threw my head back with a cry as the most intense orgasm of my life washed over me. If it wasn’t for the pleasurable pain, I would have blacked out from it.

Even so, my vision blurred as my breathing stopped.

I gripped the sofa so hard, I was sure I broke a nail as my hips bucked and twitched under him.

“Fuck, yeah, baby. Yes,” he groaned as he twisted his hips and ground against my ass.

I slumped forward, sagging against the inverted sofa cushions.

But he wasn’t finished with me.

His breath was harsh against my cheek when he whispered, “We’re not done.”

My eyes sprang open.

Before I could react, he had flipped me onto my back. I was now lying on the floor along the sofa back cushions with my hip pressed against the seat of the sofa. From this strange position, he spread open my legs and kneeled between them.

This was when I got my first good look at his cock.

My mouth dropped open.

Turgid and thick, it glistened with my arousal as it bucked and bounced between his legs.

My God.

The man had a fucking horse cock. No wonder it hurt so badly. I’d be lucky if I could walk after this.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked.

My cheeks flamed at getting caught gawking at his junk.

Leaning forward, he rested a forearm above my head, covering me with his considerable height and muscle dense weight. “Look all you want, beautiful. I’ll even give you a taste if you ask nicely.”

I choked as if that thing were already in my throat. “You’re not getting that anywhere near my mouth!”

His lips quirked. “We’ll see.”

The knuckles of his right hand brushed my inner thigh as he grabbed his shaft and positioned the head at my entrance.

“Wait!”

He refused, thrusting forward, straight to the balls.

My back arched as my knees rose into the air on either side of him, as if I were trying to open myself up as much as possible to ease the pressure. Even after the pounding he had just given me, I still wasn’t accustomed to his girth.

His chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing as he pounded into my already sore pussy.

I closed my eyes, assuming he would now be focused on his own release.

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