Page 50 of The Penalty

“I…oh god…ruin me. Please.”

With a grunt, he dipped his head, licking and sucking on my neck while he savagely drove in and out of me. Stretching me. Filling me. Breaking me into millions of pieces and putting me back together, over and over.

The sensations were too much. His mouth, his hands, his…

“Xavier.”

“Have you had enough already?”

I almost shattered when he looked at me. Unbridled, animalistic need reflected in his eyes.

“No…not enough. More.”

“More?” He dragged his tongue up my neck, until he reached my ear. “Like this?”

He thrust into me so hard I hit my head on the stone column. I grabbed at his shirt for leverage. He was relentless, driving into me without mercy. Deep, possessive, and hard.

“Fuck, Tori. You feel too…fucking…good.”

An orgasm ripped through me, ravaging my body in uncontrolled pulses and throbs and silent screams.

Xavier didn’t stop. Another orgasm chased the first one. Then another until white-hot pleasure burned every cell in my body.

My knees buckled just as Xavier tumbled over the edge on a loud groan.

His hips continued pumping against me in small thrusts, stopping after he’d given every last bit of himself. We stood this way until our breathing slowed to a more natural tempo.

“Turn around and hold on,” he ordered.

In a daze, I did as he instructed, gripping the sides of the stone column. Xavier pulled my hips back until I bent forward.

“Again,” I panted.

“Yes, again. I’m not finished with you yet. I never will be.”

A sharp slap stung my ass seconds before he pushed into me. I squealed in pleasure, arching my back to take him in deeper.

“It’s so fucking hot how much you like this.” He pulled my head back by the hair so hard I yelped. “Is it rough enough for you now, love?” Another slap. “Is this what you were thinking about when you fingered yourself? Me, taking you however I want, wherever I want?”

“M-maybe.”

His hand clamped around my throat. “It’s a yes or no question, Tori,” he growled. “Tell me.”

“Yes.” I shuddered when his fingers tightened.

“What was I doing to you?”

Jumbled images from my recurring fantasy played out. “I…I was tied up. Y-you tied me up and…oh.” Another deep thrust. My thighs trembled.

“What else?” He reached down to play with my clit. “Tell me all of it.”

Saying much of anything right now was nearly impossible. Warm breath caressed my ear before I heard, “I’m. Waiting. I want to hear you say it.”

“I was on display. In front of strangers. You were” —thrust— “oh my god…y-you were choking me. Spanking me. Filling me with your cock. It was rough…and possessive.”

A deep, guttural sound I’d never heard Xavier make before vibrated through him. He gripped my throat so hard I felt myself start to go limp.

“Maybe everyone at the party should see you like this.” His voice was liquid heat. “Naked. Bent over. Getting your tight pussy wrecked.”

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