Page 42 of The Pakhan

“Come for me,” he ordered and there was no way to ignore his command.

Panting, I couldn’t remember if any man had ever brought me to orgasm this way. I tossed my head back and forth as if I was fighting the inevitable.

“I said. Come. Now.”

How could a girl like me ignore a command from a man like him?

As the climax tore through me, I pressed the back of my hand across my mouth. This was what ecstasy had to be. My entire body was like a live wire, crackling in the middle of a storm, my core throbbing.

“Oh, my God. Oh. Oh. Yes. Yes.” I think I was pounding my fist on the bed, tossing my head as a crackle of energy and white-hot heat tore through me.

“Come for me again.” His voice rumbled and I had no idea how I possibly could. He seemed to know how to make me even wetter, driving his tongue so deeply inside that there was no chance of being freed from another wave of sheer bliss.

The wave was incredible, the explosion of sensations stealing any sound I could make. I was blinded by the extreme passion, falling into the sweet release that I’d only achieved with my fingers. This was entirely different, a freedom that I’d fantasized about, envisioning the perfect man.

And here he was, as if the gods had provided me with a perfect gift.

If only it could last forever.

I was shaking uncontrollably, the vibrations from the intense round of pleasure humming through me continually. I was panting, moaning in slow stretches while he continued to growl.

When I’d stopped shaking, he eased my legs down, brushing the tips of his fingers down the outside of my thigh. I rolled partially over, embarrassed for no other reason than I’d never climaxed in front of anyone before. I took several deep breaths, staring out the window, the sound of twigs peppering the glass due to the storm matching the rapid beating of my heart.

Blinking rapidly, I was terrified I was babbling something incomprehensible but if I was, the dangerous man didn’t seem to notice.

The moment he straddled me, I slowly lifted my head, darting my eyes back and forth. For some reason, I expected to see disappointment, but there was nothing but an increase in need, the tenseness of his muscles indicating he was no longer capable of controlling his desires. I planted both my palms on his chest, kneading his muscles as his scent filled me, sizzling me.

This was perfect.

He was perfect.

A glorious specimen of a glorious male.

I wanted to be covered with his scent, but the chance of discovery was too strong. Another wave of emotions rushed into me, and tears threatened to give me away. I refused to allow them. As he shifted his legs between mine, I held my breath as I’d done so many times before, my pussy muscles clenching and releasing in anticipation.

He was so large, his cock fully engorged, and I was fearful that he’d rip me apart. There was something so special about the way he splayed out my hair on his pillow, sliding his fingers through my long strands. As if he wanted this moment to last as long as possible, just like I did. After trailing his fingers down my chest, he lifted a single leg, bending it at the knee then pressing his lips against the inside.

There was such a connection between us, heated and intense, and as I slowly lowered one of my hands, finally wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft, a smile crossed my face. His cock was throbbing, so large that I shuddered all over again just thinking about him sliding it deep inside.

As I started to stroke him, the corners of his mouth were turned up, his eyes narrowing. He allowed me to explore, enjoying teasing him as he’d done with me, relishing the feel of his sex. But as our combined hunger continued to grow, he took full control once again, removing my hand and shifting the tip to my swollen folds. I’d never been so wet, the ache unlike anything I’d felt before.

When the tip was just inside, he placed his forearms on the bed on each side of me, lowering his head until our lips were almost touching. I rolled my hands down his sides, marveling in the feel of his hardness. He never blinked, never allowed his eyes to shift away from me for one second as he slowly pushed inside.

There were a few seconds of pain that were quickly washed away into the most incredible roar of tingling sensations. Panting, I wrapped one leg around his, arching my back, hungering to feel all of him. My muscles stretched, screaming as he filled me completely. The ache was intense, powerful in a way that I couldn’t attach words to.

He hesitated, restraining himself from driving the remaining inches into my core. I tilted my head, forcing our lips to touch.

“What do you want, cherished one?” he asked, as if this was my choice. I doubted he’d ever asked anyone something like this in his entire life. I felt honored, in awe of the moment, uncertain I could let go enough to say anything.

“I… I don’t know.”

“No need to be afraid, Caroline. You are safe with me in every way.”

Safe.

I felt safe and cherished.

If only for the moment. “Everything.”

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